My Self-Insert Bedtime Story | 1

IV

The man who had hit Marty helped Annika bring him into the house.

"Daddy, what happened?" The woman who George had been watching flounced down the stairs after hearing her father's yelled. She came to an abrupt stop when she noticed the unfamiliar girl and the unconscious boy.

"Lorraine, help her bring this boy up to your room," he ordered her. Lorraine nodded and replace her father as she and Annika hauled him up the stairs.

Lorraine opened her bedroom door and they set Marty on the bed. Annika huffed and straightened her jacket.

"Thanks for helping me," Annika said. Lorraine nodded and sat down beside Marty's head.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Lorraine asked her. Annika stopped, not expecting that question.

"Uh, no, he's not," Annika answered awkwardly. Lorraine smiled as she looked at Marty on her bed. Annika scrunched her eyebrows together, noticing the way she was looking at her best friend. "Hey, is there a bathroom I can use?" Lorraine nodded and directed her towards the bathroom in the hallway.

Once inside the bathroom, Annika looked at herself in the mirror. She looked tired and her hair was a mess. Her fiery red hair and eighties clothes clashed horribly with the decor of the fifties bathroom.

After doing her business, Annika splashed her face with cold water. She sighed and exited the bathroom, accidentally running into someone.

"Sorry," Annika immediately apologized. She realized that she had run into a girl about her height with short brown hair. She didn't know if it was because she ran into this girl or looking into her soft brown eyes, Annika felt the wind being knocked out of her.

The other girl stared at Annika curiously. "Who are you?" She asked, twirling her fingers together.

"Uh, my friend got hit by a car and your family allowed us to stay here," Annika told her.

"Oh, that's horrible," the other girl commented. Annika nodded awkwardly.

The two stood in an awkward silence for a few more seconds.

"Are you Lorraine's sister?" Annika finally asked. The brunette sighed and shook her head.

"No, I'm a friend of the family," she answered. "My parents divorced earlier this year, and because it's my senior year, they didn't want me to change schools. They both moved out of town."

"Oh, I'm sorry about," Annika said, wishing she hadn't asked. She realized that the only thing that this girl and Lorraine had in common were the brown eyes and the irresistible beauty.

"I should go help Mrs. Baines with dinner," Emily said. Without waiting for a reply, Emily walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Annika stood in the hallway for a minute, leaning against the wall. She had always admired the style of the fifties and enjoyed the movies from the time period, but never thought that the women were that beautiful.

Feeling strength in her legs again, Annika went back into Lorraine's room. Pushing open the door, she caught Lorraine peeking into Marty's pants.

"What are you doing?" She asked. Lorraine flinched back, not seeing Annika enter.

"I just wanted to see what his name is," Lorraine answered innocently.

"What?" Annika asked. Why would his name be in his pants?
"I thought it'd be written on his underwear," she defended herself. "And it was." She looked back down at Marty.