Entry 13:
It's always fun to hang out with everyone, but lately, one person's been acting strange. I won't think too much of it though. I'm sure it'll be fine, I mean, what could possibly happen? Nothing. Exactly, which is why we need to do something. Doing nothing is fine and all, but when you get together and party, it's extremely fun.
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My head was throbbing. I didn't want to open my eyes, I was afraid of what I might see. I could see some light through my eyelids, but that was pretty much it. What happened...? I can't remember... I was with Zavier... and then... I slowly began to blink my eyes open, regaining my memory of the past events. I looked around, finding myself in a place other than the amusement park. I don't remember leaving at all... What happened...? I slowly sat up, making sure everything with me was fine. The only pain I felt was basically the headache I had.
My eyes scanned the room I was in, taking in my surroundings. It looked like a very nice apartment. I was on a large bed with a black blanket, and white sheets. There was a black couch, and a flat screen tv on the right side of the room, and a desk on the other. To my left there was a bathroom, and at the front of the room was a door, probably leading into the main living area and kitchen. I looked at the bathroom door, noticing that it was closed. I could hear the shower running.
I tried to sniff out who it was, but my nose still had the stench of the Ambrosia Gas. I'm guessing it won't wear off until a few more hours. I sighed, covering my head with the blanket. What do I do? What if it's some man I don't even know, who just plucked me up off the sidewalk?! I shuddered at the thought, and heard the shower stop. I rested on the pillow again.
The door clicked open, and I heard someone let out a sigh. I pulled down the blanket a little, and peeked at the person. I just about sighed in relief when I saw Zavier's head. I sat up and yawned, not wanting to stay in the bed. I immediately wished I hadn't of done that. I was greeted by a view of Zavier's toned upper body. "Do you like the view that much?" he asked. I blinked a few times, and turned my head, "... no. I wasn't expecting you to not to have a shirt on," I said. "It is my apartment. I can do whatever I want," he said, coming closer to me.
"What are you doing...?" I asked. He lifted an eyebrow, and smirked, "Like I said... I can do whatever I want," he said. My eyes widened, processing what he was saying. Why's he acting like this? Even if he were kidding around like before... it's gone a little past what he usually does. I rolled out of the bed, and onto the floor. I got up and ran in the bathroom, locking the door. Right outside of the door, I heard him chuckle, "Are you wide awake now?" he asked. I could still hear my heart beat beating really fast, and I took several deep breaths. "Y-Yes," I stuttered. "Since you have no clothes, I'll figure something out, just wash up," he said. "Okay..." I answered. I heard his footsteps get faint, and I turned on the shower.
I quickly washed my hair and body. I got out, wrapping a towel around myself. I combed out my hair with my fingers. Realizing that I left the door locked, and I had basically no clean clothes in there. I unlocked the door, and peeked my head out. He must of left to wait in the main room. I opened the door all the way, and saw the clothes he'd left for me on the bed. Everything I needed was there. He even had a toothbrush, and an actual hair brush there for me. I smiled, and studied the clothes. They were girl jeans, but the shirt wasn't. It was one of his.
I shrugged, and changed, grateful for having clothes. I brushed my teeth, and brushed my hair out. I was finished in no time, and opened the door leading to the main room. I was instantly greeted by the smell of eggs, waffles, and hash browns. I looked around, seeing the usual living room set you'd see in a really nice house, and then I could see some of the kitchen. I walked out all the way, and could see the full view of the kitchen, along with Zavier moving about in it. Thank god he's wearing a shirt this time.

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