Meet Me Here Tomorrow (EXTRAORDINARILY SLOW UPDATES, NOT KIDDING)

Running For Answers (Away From The Scrambled Eggs)

When Gina woke up, the morning light was peeking through the shades of her window, which was positioned right above the bed from where she lay. Weird, why does my room look different today? She thought, moving her arm haphazardly on the nightstand as she looked around the familiar chamber, which was filled with stuffed toys.

As she flailed her arm around and gripped the familiar feeling metal of the frames, she realized that something about her room was off, but she couldn't identify what was different about it.

The very confused teenage girl placed the glasses on her unwashed face and began to reassemble the memories of what happened that night.

"Well, I know I stayed home all day. I think I slept the whole time." Gina spoke pensively, then she paused and ran a hand through her tangled mess of hair. She continued her monologue, but she was less sure this time. "I went to sleep. Then I dreamt that Chris was in my house?"

Gina raised her arms above her head and allowed herself to yawn luxuriously, when an image of Christopher flashed through Gina's mind and she blushed, mid-stretch. Shit! No way can I have a crush on that douche again! God, that dream was messed up. I can't believe that my subconscious would create a scenario that would involve him cuddling me. Gina took a moment to think about her dream again and this time, she blushed harder and quickly covered her face with her hands. Eek! He kissed me in the dream too!

Gina recovered from her little cringe-fest and she sighed. Looking around the room again in hopes to find some clue on what actually happened the previous night and what was so different. All of a sudden, her mother's voice cut through the calm morning air, beckoning Gina from the kitchen.

"Honey! I've got brunch for you! Are you feeling better, dear?"

"Yeah mom!" Responded Gina hoarsely as she pushed herself out of bed. She walked to the doorway and gave one last over-the-shoulder glance at her room. When she couldn't identify what she was even searching for, she gave up and went to her mother.

"Darling, thank you for cleaning yesterday! That was so thoughtful of you!" Gina's mother greeted her with a smile. "I cleaned the house?" A confused glance was cast at Florence Medley, shining from the eyes of a bewildered Gina.

Florence laughed. "Well, I didn't come home until very late last night! The snow made the road so slippery that the traffic went on for hours! It was so nice to see that you were feeling better to straighten up the house a little."

At that remark, Gina rushed back into her room. She ripped open the door and surveyed what was in front of her. Why is my room so clean??? Thought Gina. Oh my god. Did Chris actually come to my house last night??? Gina looked in the mirror. What was reflected in the glass disgusted her. Her hair was matted and she was covered in dried sweat. Did Chris see me like this???

She grabbed her phone and dialled Al. He answered after 2 rings. "Hey Gina! Mila and I had a great time last night! We went to that cool trampoline place, BounceZone. Thanks for telling me to take her out. It was a good idea!"

"I'm glad for you," Gina said. "By the way, did you, by any chance, drop off my homework last night?" A suspiciously nonchalant tone riddled her question as she eyed her school books that were placed neatly on her desk. "Haha, nope! Sorry Gina! Did Chris not drop them off yesterday? I asked him to."

Eyes widening at the sheer horror of the thought of her dream actually being real, Gina hung up and dashed into her washroom. She grabbed a brush and ripped it through her hair, quickly securing it into a high bun. She changed out of her pajamas quickly, dressing herself in a thick pair of leggings and a long, knitted sweater.

"Where are you going?" Gina's mother demanded. "I made brunch for us! I can't finish all those scrambled eggs alone!" Without missing a beat, Gina grabbed a hat and scarf while tossing on a jacket. She pulled on her winter boots as she replied to her mom. "I'll be back! Wait for me, there's something I need to do really quick."

The door slammed shut as Gina began to run. She sprinted down the street, past the park, past the closed Ice Cream Shop. She kept running, miraculously not sliding over the ice that had crystallized the ground before her feet. Her breathing became laboured and the air she exhaled fogged her glasses, yet she kept going. To a bystander, she would have looked like a tiny maniac, sprinting as Ms. Simmons would in one of her summer triathlons. Gina was a girl on a mission though. She was running to Chris' house, prepared to confront him about what had happened that night and why he did what he did.