Chapter 5

Double-D woke up on the couch. Wearily, he sat up and stretched, letting out a massive yawn as he did so. Through blurry eyes, he looked at the clock above the doorway. Only half eight, he'd give himself another half hour before he got up. After all, it was Sunday. He lay back down and remembered the night before. It had been quite fun. He'd even mustered the courage to dance (albeit badly), without the aid of alcohol! The one thing he couldn't work out was how he'd gotten home. The party had finished late, after the bus service from Apricot Falls to Peach Creek had stopped…

Realisation stuck Double-D, and struck him hard. He sat back up, wide awake. This wasn't the couch, but a couch, as in not his! If he was home, why would he be asleep on the couch anyway? And the clock wasn't the clock, but a clock, again not his. Edd took in his surroundings. This was definitely not his room. It was much to messy for a start! It looked like a living room more than a bedroom. The was a TV in front of the suite he was sat on. Between the TV and the sofa was a low table, with an empty pizza box and a few unwashed glasses on. Double-D didn't remember any of this. Maybe he had been drinking after all… What would his parents say? They must be worried sick! He'd been out all night, and couldn't remember calling them! What if they'd phoned the police or something? Oh, how embarrassing it would be to tell the police he'd been out all night drinking and dancing! They'd probably think him a crazy, alcoholic, raver! But wait, something came back to him, a telephone call. A telephone call on the wall a few meter away from where he now sat. He must have phoned his parents, who else would he phone?

This put Edd at ease, and his body relaxed. He looked around the room again. He must be in Amber and Kristi's apartment. How pleasant of them to let him stay over night. He'd have to pay them for heir hospitality. He pushed back the covers fully and got up. It dawned on him that he was still in yesterdays dirty clothes.

'Oh dear… oh they're all creased!' he muttered quietly. He didn't know if the girls were awake, and if not he didn't want to disturb them. Especially since they'd provided him with shelter for the night.

Double-D swiftly folded the covers he'd just thrown back and placed them on the couch neatly. Now he just need to find the bathroom to freshen up. He peered through what he imagined to be the bedroom door. His assumption was correct. However, to his puzzlement, both the beds were empty (and, he noticed, unmade). He noticed a door in the wall to his left as he entered the room.

'Must be the bathroom,' he thought out loud. He approached it and reached for the doorknob. His fingers brushed it when he had a second thought and withdrew his arm. He knocked on the door.

'Hello? Anyone in there?' he inquired.

'Just a minute.' Amber replied. Double-D stood back and waited. He heard a flush from behind the door, followed by running water. Then the door opened. Amber stood there in her dressing gown, with typical morning hair and sans makeup. Like a lot of women, she didn't look as attractive without makeup on, but Double-D didn't care. He thought she still looked fantastic.

'Hey Double-D, sleep well?' Amber asked, walking over to the wardrobe.

'Yes, very well, thank you. You're up quite early this morning. Where's Kristi?'

'She has got work today. She works at Starbucks. Her mum's the manager there.'

'Oh, very nice. Have you got a job?' Double-D answered.

'Not at the moment.'

'Then, pardon my asking, my are you up so early?'

'Oh, I've got a lot of assignments to do before tomorrow's class. I expect you finished all yours before coming out last night, huh Double-D?' Double-D's eyes grew wide.

'Oh my…'

A/N: Another filler chapter, but don't despair! The next few chaptersshould develop the story more. Please review while I write them.