Chapter Three: Not Remembering Things
Alchemyst stumbled into her room, clicking the light on, and flopping onto her bed. Not only was her hair, normally so straight and kept, a complete mess, and her clothes wrinkled to the point the blond fandom couldn't imagine getting them back to normal, she couldn't remember what she did last night. All Alchemyst could remember was going to PR's house... had something happened? She sat up, and reached for the discarded laptop on the bedside table. She clicked on the chat client's shortcut and promptly hit her matesprit's handle. However, once glancing to the clock-Nine in the morning?-Alchemyst realized maybe he wouldn't be up. She leaned back against her pillow and tried to recall the night before.
PR's house, that she knew. Weren't they watching a movie...? Then what happened?
Wait.
There was one reasonable answer for everything.
And Alchemyst wasn't sure if she liked that idea.
-To Be Continued-
