"Do you think I really should recount the whole day before I blacked out?"
"Yes, I think it is good. That way we can find any possible time you might have taken something. Some things take some time to get settled into your system. I know this."
"From personal experience?"
"Yes and no. It was not me that consumed the bad substance."
You turned your head to look at him. He looked as serenely happy as he had before. He was telling the truth. Honestly, you had no idea what you felt about this. Maybe you shouldn't make him angry.
"Okay. So I woke up like it was going to be a normal day. There was going to be some sort of party that my friend was holding that afternoon. I mostly sat around in the morning and read a book that I got from the library. About an hour before the party, I got ready then headed over."
"Do you think your friend would have wanted to do something like this to you?" he asked, glancing at you. You pondered this question. He went back to looking at the road.
"Not that I know of. I mean, sometimes we would make each other angry, but it was always jokingly or in good fun." You crossed your arms. Could this have been something intentional? Hopefully there wasn't some thing that you had brushed off that actually caused a great wave of anger or something. Nevertheless, the thought made your nerves boil. Suddenly you felt like you had been sucker-punched in the gut. "I don't this this ever could have been intentional..."
Ivan cleared his throat, smile dimming a bit. "I am sorry that I brought this up."
You shook your head. "No, no, it's fine. It is something that might have caused this to happen to me." He stared ahead, smile diminishing with each second.
You decided to continue on with the story. "At the party, there were a few people. Some of them were from my group, others my friend knew from somewhere else. I suppose, because I didn't recognize them. But there were only three I didn't recognize."
Their faces were somewhat blurry. You knew that they were all blonde, and two of them had glasses. Something like that. What were their names again? What did they even look like?
"Are you okay?" Ivan asked suddenly.
"Oh, sorry. Did I space out?"
"Yes, you did."
You simpered. "Sorry about that. I was trying to get a clear memory."
"Any way, there were a ton of snacks around. I didn't eat much, but my friend insisted on the cupcakes. They were delicious, apparently, because there were almost none left and they got scattered about somehow. I picked one up that was sitting at the edge of the table and ate that one. All the other ones either had the frosting licked off or were partially eaten."
"Was it good?" Ivan asked, his smile growing again. There was a twinkle in his eye like he was cracking some joke.
"It was delicious," you said matter-of-factly. "I didn't suspect a thing."
"What else did you do at the party?"
"Mostly, we hung around and talked. We did watch a movie... I forget what it Monty Python? Things were kind of blurry at that point. When I got home, I felt really tired, so I just went to bed as soon as I got there. I didn't even bother changing my clothes."
"And that is all?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"So the drugs, or whatever, did start working on you before you went to sleep. Interesting." He nodded and stared ahead. "We will have to look into what might have caused this."
"But that still doesn't explain how I got to be asleep in the middle of nowhere." You crossed your arms. "There was a compass in my pocket with a note that said 'Go East'."
"I did not know that! Was the note hand written?"
"I can't remember..." This was only a memory from the day before. Why couldn't you recall something that simple? You had feelings of both joy and chagrin about this. On one hand, at least you were on your way to identifying what happened and you knew the extent. On the complete other hand, there was almost no way to figure out the whole thing. At least you were stuck with a hot guy.
The silence returned. You glanced at the clock, wondering how long it took for you to get to his home. It was quite the way out of town, and the weather was probably doing nothing to help the situation. Not that there was anything wrong with him, but you wanted to sprawl out and have some time to think. A shower. Showers were always wonderful to think about things in. It would probably warm you right up, too.
"How much longer will it take to get to your place?" you inquired.
"Not much longer. Five or ten minutes."
You nodded. "I should probably shower or something when we get back. I feel like I need it." He nodded. It came to you that you would have to use his soap and such. Hopefully it would be no matter. It wasn't like anybody was going to be smelling you.
"I am just remembering. My older sister, not the one who came by earlier, will be visiting me later today."
You sat up. A million different things flew into your head. Many of them involved Ivan and what might be implied but not meant. Hopefully she would like you. Hopefully. What was she like? Maybe you guys could get along? Maybe she thought that you and Ivan were romantically involved as you were staying in his house and everything. So long as she didn't see you wearing his clothes, you were fine. Hopefully.
"I can just stay in my room for however long she is visiting," you offered. "It shouldn't be too much of a problem."
"No, you should meet her! She will be around for several hours. Also, she would be glad to meet you!" His smile slowly returned.
"Okay." You glanced at him then back ahead, staring out at the horizon. "I definitely need to change into the new clothes..."
Author's Note: So remember to review and recommend this story to other people! Have fun imaging what happened!