The virgin & the bad boy (Gravity)

Chapter 3/Welcome to Earth, please leave it how you found it

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Earth/Down Town Atlanta/Scartlett's bed room

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I was staying in one of the central sky rise towers overlooking a small park called Centennial. Mr. Not Important had stayed to help me and locate a missing autonomous piece of hand luggage. Then I hit what most people called the space lag wall - the changing to a 24 hour day aided and abetted by the unpleasant recovery from hibernation. My collision with space lag was quite bad and didn't stop to swap insurance details. Space lag was about as pleasant as a bad fever and something requiring the extensive consumption of Dulcolax. Following advice, I had tried to stay up as long as possible but mid-afternoon had fallen asleep sitting at the kitchen bar.

Early evening was my new dawn chorus. I lay there feeling like E. L. James, and Christian Grey had snuck in and strapped me down to the bed. It only took my space-lagged brain a moment to realize I was more the victim of the local gravitational field and less that of Mr. Grey's bedroom activities. I lay there and wondered.

"Gravity, 82,000 scientific journals on Planet Earth, couldn't they do something about this gravity?" I said as  I pushed myself up. 

"OMG I've morphed into made-out-of-lead-girl". I said holding my heavy hand up the claws of gravity pulled it down "Its this what it's like being Rosie O'Donnell? , wow I will now look at her movies in a whole new light"  

I looked down noticed Mr. Not Important had put me to bed plumbed into some pajamas. 

"No, Not the lamb pajamas!" I said looking at my arm.

There was a note next to the bed in my handwriting.

"YOUR DINNER IS IN THE OVEN" it began followed by PTO

on the other side, it had

"THE OVEN IS IN THE PIZZA SHOP DOWN THE ROAD." Oh right.

I heard some noise, sounded like chatter next door. I guessed next door was having a party. I lay back in bed. Bed with added bedness, it felt like the last ultimate luxury in the universe. I listened to the chatter again. I'm not sure I think my neighbours were that reasonable. Plus they sounded popular; that was normally my job. I was thirsty, so I made the effort to get up. It felt odd; Mr. Not Important had dressed me in pyjamas for some reason. Like Marilyn Monroe Usually, I slept in nearly nothing. It's good to share something with someone who said 'Fear is stupid. So are regrets'.. Mum had originally bought these pyjamas to use for a life-saving session in an advanced swimming class. So yes the pyjamas were pretty ridiculous but were cheap, and there when I was in a dreadful hurry packing. Being a robot, Not Important had picked out the first items it had found in my cases. Cruddy lamb pyjamas were embarrassing but except for the robot I was on my own.

I stood up and stomped like Frankenstein's monster through the bedroom door. I walked through to discover my living room was filled with people. I looked around and was rather startled to see a lot of fashionistas all dressed in their finest party year. My eyes bugged out bigger than Petter Lorre and letting out a small squeak; I tried to run back into my bedroom, only to bump into a tall, good looking youngish man.

"You're the Mars girl," said the man smiling "Nice pyjamas."

He was tall for an Earthborn and had large hands, broad shoulders, narrow hips and a swagger like a rockstar. His face looked like it had a smirk and longish flopping hair down over his charming face.

"ekkk!!!!" I said and dashed inside the bedroom.

A minute later, the door opened, and I was looking for a suitable blunt heavy implement to defend myself from him. On the positive side, on Earth, all implements are heavy, so it was easy. Then I realized the person invading my bedroom was Aunt Catherine. She looked taller than on Skype.