(Mercedes and Kurt)Mercedes was lounging in Kurt's- Chloe's- room after school. Kurt was walking on a cloud for nailing that part, and she hated to bring him down but, things must be done. "Kurt? We have to get home."
Kurt sighed. "I know. But what can we do?" He flopped down on the bed, while Mercedes chose the desk chair. She reached and grabbed a pen and paper. Kurt's grimace didn't go unnoticed by Mercedes.
"It's pink. So what? At least the pen is black." Mercedes pointed out. Kurt just shrugged. She turned to the paper and wrote down: How do we get back home?
"Any ideas?" She asked, coming up short herself.
Kurt grabbed the paper, took one glance and said, "No." He put it down next to him. "I think we should focus on how we got here- wherever here is." Mercedes nodded in silent agreement, then reached to take back the paper.
"Huh..?"
"What?"
"Kurt what happened to the paper?"
The former rose dyed parchment was now clean and white, minus the two words written in a sloppy scrawl:
Help Us
Cedes collapsed onto Kurt's bed. "Its unnatural!" Chloe exclaimed. Cedes peeked at her friend, trying to get used to Chloe-in-Kurt's-body. "How on earth does a boy keep his room cleaner than me!"
Cedes shrugged, not wanting to focus on the unnecessary. "We need to get help." She stated.
Chloe nodded and began writing on a piece of scrap paper. She tossed it over to Cede, who scrambled to snag the drifting note.
Help Us
"Chloe, this is serious!" Cedes threw the paper down on the bed in irritation. "We need to tell someone or find a way to make things right."
"I know CEDE! I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm a FREAKING BOY!" Chloe shouted. "WHO DO YOU THINK HAS IT WORSE? ME OR YOU!"
" I know Chloe, that's why I want to go home."
Chloe sighed and snatched the paper. "Fine. What are some of your good ideas?"
Cedes noticed something. "Chloe…"
"How about-"
"CHLOE!"
"WHAT!"
"The paper… It's different. It's pink!"
Chloe looked at it. "This is the paper I bought last year," she commented softly. "And why did you write on it?"
"I didn't."
But sure enough, when Chloe showed her the paper, it read, in Cedes own handwriting, How do we get back home?
"I didn't write this!" Cedes exclaimed. She dropped the paper next to her, heart racing. "How did it get here? From your room? And who wrote on it?"
"I don't know, but I think we should be asking how it got back! Look!"
Sure enough, a bleach white paper lay where the pink on once was.
HELP US!
Who is this?
Cedes and Chloe exchanged glances.
'Cedes and Chloe. Y who's this?
… Kurt and Mercedes.
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"Why do you get to have your name first?" Mercedes confronted Kurt as he dropped the paper.
"Because it's my paper." He said as he picked it up again. Under what he had written before was a scrawled not.
Do you know how we can switch again?
No…
Kurt began to reply, but Mercedes stopped him. "What if it's like the paper?" She asked.
"What?"
"What if we stand in the same spots- will we switch?" Mercedes said slowly as she began to create a plan. "Tell them to stand by the window. We'll do the same and see if it works!"
Kurt nodded and began to write. He put the paper on the bed, when it turned to the faithful pink, no notes, they crossed the room. "How do we know this will work?" Kurt asked after a minute of standing.
Mercedes shrugged. "I-"she began, but then something… changed. Half of the room, Chloe's pink room, appeared as Kurt's simple room. Standing in, were Kurt and Mercedes, or should I say, Chloe and Cedes.
Silently, as though they had been switching for years, they crossed the room and stepped over the line that divided them. Once they did, the two rooms became on single room again.
Mercedes looked at Kurt. "Kurt?" she asked, just to make sure.
"Mercedes?"
She smiled. "We're home."