Stories From 2011 (Dear Players, What's Mine, Queen Bee)

Dear Players...Chapter 27

                I roll my eyes, “Tell me something I don’t know,”

 And the drama begins.

~Becka~

                A few hours later I wake up wondering why I even went to sleep. When I look up and see a ceiling I don’t recognize I begin to panic a little and try to rack my brain. Nope, nothing’s coming back.

                Was I drugged?

                Where did I even go?

                Scared I turn my head to the right. I’m met with dark blue walls and a familiar green sweater.

                Where have I seen that sweater before?

                Even a little more frightened I start turning my head to the left but then hear a beep. Recognizing it as my phone I reach over and find it on the floor. The room is carpeted with a brown fuzzy carpet. I like it.

                I pick up my phone and unlock it quickly. I see I have a new text message as well as a missed call. Deciding to look at the text message first I ignore the call back button.

                Well, the carpet looks familiar.

               The text reads:

               Hey Becka I asked around and got your number. We should talk sometime.

                It's from Beck. Almost giddy I check the time he sent it to see it was three hours ago. Knowing it would be kind of lame to text back three hours later I lock my phone back up and drop it on the ground. It doesn’t occur to me that I should probably call someone because I still have no idea what’s going on.

                That’s when I notice I’m not wearing a shirt. How did I miss that?!

                Am I still dreaming? It’s the only thing that would make sense.

                Slowly I turn my head to the left for the second time. This time I actually see what’s on my left and I almost scream.

                Oh gosh, I really screwed up, big time.

                Dan, still sleeping, is there.

                Aw, he’s really cute asleep.

                Becka, shut up!

                Great I’m going mental too…

                Finally I do the only thing left to do I pull the sheets up and look under. Let’s just say we’re both missing more than a shirt.

~Chloe~

                Brandon drops me off home after talking a bit more about Stella. In my opinion I don’t think he’s all that into her, but since he told me he really likes her I decided to help. Yeah, I’m such a pushover.

                Slowly I walk up the driveway to the crème colored house that’s become so familiar in the past couple months. It’s amazing how time’s flown by. In about a month or two it won’t even be winter anymore! And Christmas is around the corner!

                I bet Christmas is going to be interesting this year. I still remember how atrocious it was last year. I had been a wreck after the whole my-boyfriend’s-been-cheating-on-me-with-my-teacher thing not to mention the fact that with my mother Christmas means an uncomfortable dinner with all our noisy relatives. Let’s just say one thing; no one should bring the Sharpe’s together. No one.

                Plus there’s the fact that my brother wasn’t there, my presents were kind of crappy, and my best friend couldn’t be with me either. Yeah, last year was so not my year…

                After letting myself in I face the fact that I will have to see Becka and Dan now. And even though I’m still a bit angry they kept it from me, not to mention how awkward it is to see someone make out with my brother not to mention my best friend, I have to face them sooner or later. Plus I think I'll manage. Maybe.

                “Becka! Dan! Get down here!” I call tapping my foot on the floor impatiently.

                There are a few things on my mind I would like to share with them.

~Dan~

                “Becka! Dan! Get down here,” my sister yells and groaning I get up wondering what I did now.

                But I’m met with a pretty interesting site when I open my eyes. Becka is lying next to me; unclothed. Slowly earlier today comes back to me.

                Becka sees I’m awake and starts scrambling but I simply grin.

                “It’s rude to stare at people in their sleep,” I say cockily.

                Becka narrows her eyes and then under her breath says, “Oh f*ck me,”

                I almost laugh, “Honey, I already did,”

***

                A few minutes later Becka and I walk haphazardly downstairs. I’m merely wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Becka’s clothes are all wrinkled, but at least she doesn’t look like a complete bum.

~Chloe~

                Becka and Dan come down and only when I see them together do I realize a few things. First of all, they make a cute couple; they’re height proportional and everything. Second, it’s funny how I just assumed Becka was here. She could have gone home for all I know. Thirdly, and finally, Becka and Dan are both dressed kind of lopsidedly…

                That’s also when I notice how Becka is slightly shifting her weight and trying too hard to make eye contact and Dan…

                Dan looks like the cat who ate the canary.

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