Born Bad

The Big Freeze

OK, I think I am being slapped in the face, shouted at and slapped again.

I can make out an Australian accent. Chris.

"Wake up".

My eyes are starting to open and I can feel the stone cold floor underneath me.

"Come on Chic, wake up!" he is losing his temper.

I groan.

"Thank goodness, you OK?".

I start to sit up. I am right about having no clothes.

"You have been out cold for about 7 hours" he said.

"What about you? How are you OK?" I ask.

"They don't need to see if I can handle being drugged. You showed a lot of allergic reactions on your journey here".

"How do you know" I ask, puzzled.

"Oh well you are different. They put you on live TV and we voted if you should join us".

"Huh". What did you say then?".

"I voted yes" he smiled.

"Thanks?". "You should probably sleep while I scope this place out".

"Honestly, we have nothing but a blanket". he whispered.

"So, we will be sleeping together?" I comment.

"Yes" he replied. "I will go grab as much as I can find. There is another top in my bag you can take. Wouldn't want you getting cold".

"What about you frezzing?". I couldnt let that happen".

"I, can handle a small freeze" he laughed.

I grab his top and throw it on.

I lie down and he wraps me and him up in a thin, straw blanket. We are so close its unthinkable. He kisses my head and falls asleep.