Warren:

Warren woke up the next morning tired and sore. He isn't sure exactly why he's so stiff. Maybe he just slept in an awkward position.

After he woke up, he stretched. That worked out some of the kinks. He quickly showered and dressed into a blue shirt over a red long sleeved undershirt, jeans and shoes and made his way into the tiny kitchen. On the fridge, Warren spotted a note magneted in place.

He cocked an eyebrow and read the tiny note.

Warren,

I'm going to work early today for a meeting. I made you breakfast already. Have a good day.

Love, Dad.

Warren allowed himself a wry smile and eat the "breakfast" his dad left him. I.e.: a Fruit Loops box, and a cereal bowl. Warren ate his bowl and texted his friends to meet him at the street corner.

Within a minute, he had grabbed his backpack and waltzed his way out of the apartment. After he locked the door, he raced out to meet his friends at the corner.

"Hey guys," he greeted them.

"Hey," Daniel returned the greeting. Daniel was just around the same age as him but that was the end of their similarites. Daniel was more on the chubby side while Warren was more on the skinny side. Daniel also wore glasses on his head while Warren did not. Daniel wore a grey t shirt under a red unzipped hoodie, jeans and black shoes. He had been friends with Warren for as long as the boy could remember. They shared a common interest in movies, comics and all the fun nerd stuff.

"Hey, yourself," Alyssa also shared a greeting with Warren. Alyssa was a much more recent friend, only moving to Arcadia Bay just a few years ago. She quickly found friends in both Daniel in Warren due to their genuine friendliness and shared interests. Alyssa was also a little on the chubbier side, but she wore it well. She had pale skin and a warm smile towards the two boys. The smile reached her hazel eyes. Her dyed purple hair shone, even in the dull, cloudy morning light.

The trio started walking to Blackwell Acadamy. Warren wished once again that the dorms didn't burn down a year or so ago. Not that he wasn't okay living with his dad, but he practically lived alone anyway. Might as well live alone in his own space.

"So," Alyssa broke him out of his thoughts, "are you going to remember where your classes are?"

What does that mean? Warren thought. He then furrowed his eyebrows. That didn't make sense. He always made sure to know where his classes were.

"At least you're not taking as many pictures as yesterday. I swore you stopped every second to take a new photo on your phone. I'm surprised you didn't run out of memory," Daniel remarked.

"No way." Warren shook his head. They had to be messing with him. "You guys know I hardly use my camera for anything except for science."

"Don't believe us?" Alyssa smirked. "Check your camera roll."

They were acting ridiculous. Surely, they were just making some weird sort of joke right?

Warren opened his photo album. Sure enough, there were dozens upon dozens of photos that were all taken yesterday. Nature shots of abundent rabbits and squirrels, architecture he'd passed by numerous times, the hideous statue on Blackwell Commons, even a couple selfies. There were photos here that he never took. All of them were dated yesterday too, but Warren didn't remember taking photos the day before. Hell, he wasn't even in school the day before.

Alyssa and Daniel laughed at Warren's incredulity. "This doesn't make any sense," Warren thought out loud.

"It's not as bizarre as the way you acted yesterday," Alyssa remarked.

"Yeah, you were acting really effeminate yesterday."

"Well," Alyssa teased, "more than usual anyway. It was kinda cute, actually."

"Anyway," Daniel cut in, "want to go to the café again after school?"

Again? Warren thought. "No, thanks. I have work today."

Daniel and Alyssa laughed. "What's so funny?" Warren demanded.

"Are you sure you don't need us to tell you where you work again?" Alyssa mocked.

Daniel sounded more sympathetic. "You completely forgot you were had a job. We went to the cafe then you got a text from your boss."

Damnit. Brooke was probably pissed at him for missing yesterday. It was the only time he was ever late, so hopefully she'll let it slide?

Warren sighed. It seems he really did miss Monday. "We went to the café yesterday?"

"Yeah," Alyssa nodded.

"How much?"

Daniel and Alyssa shared a look. A sense of dread filled Warren.

"Like," Alyssa was daring enough to spill, "35 dollars?"

Fury filled Warren's veins. Why would someone spend so much at the café? Warren's money too! Do they not realize how little he earns an hour?

Mercifully, it seemed that Alyssa and Daniel wanted to shift the conversation elsewhere. Warren was all too grateful for this.

Warren nodded and listened to be polite, but he was too focused on the photos he apparently took yesterday. He acted different, forgot where his classes were, and took a bunch of photos and to top it off, spent a shit ton of his money?

It reminded him of something. Something that felt like a memory, but kept fading like a dream everytime he tried to remember it.

He scrolled through the photos again. The first selfie stopped him in his tracks. He looked confused, a look he was not accustomed to making. Not only that, but the name of the picture threw him off.

What is your name?

After school, Warren raced home to get changed into his uniform. If his suspicions were correct and he did miss a day, he could hardly afford to be late again. Say goodbye to job security at that point.

Warren sighed. Being an adult was difficult. Even if he wasn't even out of high school yet.

He hurried to arrive to his shift on time at the Memoiré. He tried not to get sidetracked by the confusion of the day. He remembered this dream he had the night before where he woke up in someone's body. A girl's body. Could it be possible they switched bodies?

What was the girl's name anyway? He had a feeling it was an unusual name for a girl, but not an unusual name altogether. What was it? What was her name?

Nevermind. He had more important things to take care of. He opened the back door of the Memoiré.

"Oh, look," Logan called to the four other male employees, "there's Warren."

"So," Zachary chipped in, "what happened with you and Brooke last night?"

"N-nothing happened. I pro-" Warren tried to defend himself before he was cut off by the sound of the door opening and closing.

"Why's everyone standing around?" Brooke demanded authoritatively. "Get back to work guys."

The other boys grumbled but resumed with their work. Warren was unsure what to do. What were they talking about?

"Hey Warren, you might as well clock in," Brooke winked at him.

Warren felt his face heat up with embarrassment. If the body switching theory were true, then that girl not only spent his money, but she apparently also flirted with Brooke?!

He felt outraged and appalled. Even a little sick. Why would this happen to him now, of all times?

He should send a message to her. But how? He doesn't even remember who she is, let alone remember her name.

But… maybe… he had an idea. He had to wait until work to test it, but he had an idea nonetheless.

Late that night, after he got off work, Warren went home. Then, he went to work. On his left forearm, he wrote his name, just a precaution in case she didn't remember his name.

Next, he wrote on his right forearm, We need to talk. The next message, still on that forearm directed her to his notebook, where he took all his notes. If they continued to switch bodies, he had to lay down ground rules.