The Girl with the Mismatched Converse

Stomach Flu, then Bowling

"Where the hell am I?" I demand, sitting up from my spot on, what I assume is, a couch. 

Looking around I see Christian sprawled out on the floor as well as James and Aiden snuggling on the loveseat. That leaves Blake, who is next to me, his arms wrapped around my waist. 

"Hey," I say, poking Blake's face. "Wake up."

"Hmmmm." Not waking, Blake rolls over, right onto Christian. 

"Woah!" they both scream, jerking upright. 

"What's going on?" Aiden mumbles, rubbing his eyes. 

I got a huge kick out of this. These guys, populars, waking each other up by scaring themselves and the others. "You..." I barely say anything, still laughing my ass off at their glares. 

"Whatever," Blake says, rubbing the back of his head. 

"Hey, sleepyheads. We're going to be late for school," I point out, standing and stretching. 

"Screw school," James mumbles, grabbing a pillow. "We'll go tomorrow."

"Um, excuse me? I haven't missed a day since second grade and that's not going to ch―"

"Loosen up," Christian says, folding his blanket. "We'll make up some excuse. Something like...someone had stomach flu and got everyone else sick."

I wrinkle my nose. "We can't think of a less disgusting excuse?"

"Nope," Blake says, disappearing into the kitchen. "Not unless you want to get busted for skipping!" he yells. 

I turn to James. "Help?"

"Don't look at me! I can't make something like that up."

"Fine. Aiden?"

"Naw. I'm sticking with the stomach flu thing. It'll give me a few days of freedom," he states, leaning back into the couch. 

"You're all useless," I complain and stand up. "Wait. What am I supposed to wear? All my clothes are at home and I can—"

"Shut up!" Blake yells at me, throwing a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt at me. "Just wear these."

I wrinkle my nose again. "But...these are guy's clothes."

Christian rolls his eyes. "Actually, those are my sister's, but you're welcome to go find something in her room. It's the second door on the left from the kitchen."

I follow his directions, ending up in front of a door with stickers covering almost every inch, little patches of white poking through. "Well, uh..."

The door bursts open, revealing a tall girl in a short dress. "Um, hi?"

"Hi. Your brother gave me directions. I was just wondering if I could borrow some of your clo—"

With a squeal, she pulls me inside and plops me in a chair, running around her room. "Chris never lets me do this!" Shirt after skirt after shorts, she shows me, what has to be, her entire closet. 

I smile pithily and cringe when she hands me a pink skirt. "Um...I don't wear pink."

"Fine. Just pick your own." She waves me towards a door across from her. 

I turn the handle and see the biggest walk-in closet that ever existed. No joke, this girl has rooms for her clothes. "Oh. My. God."

I run towards the shorts and see a really cute pair of teal high-waisted shorts. "Can I have these?"

"Yeah," she says, shrugging. "I hardly wear any of these. Go ahead and take what you want."

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