Author's Note: I was going through my virtual storage box of written stories when I came upon this. I originally wrote it as a fanfic 8 years ago, yes this story is 8 years old, and is based on an email that went viral in 2005. Thanks to Mitch, who pointed me to the right direction, it turns out this story was an actual stage play and was written by Juan Ekis.
So if you have a pretty good memory or if you drink that Ginko stuff, you'd probably remember it if you were, at some point in time, forwarded and received the said email or seen the play before or even recently.
Heniways, when I got this email and read it, being the pathetic writer that I am, as I was reading it, I sorta thought that I wanted to write my own version of the story. So...I tried my hand on it, using its premise, I played around with it, tweaked it and work with it and turned it into my own.
Cut to 2013 I just tweeked or maybe even twerked the story a bit to make it more ... now.
If you want to read the original script to the play, I have put it over at the external link.
Disclaimer: THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL STORY. It belongs to Juan Ekis. I enjoyed it so much that I tried my hand on making my own take on it. This is my adaptation of that story.
Warning: This is not the usual mush and sap I normally write. It has explicit language, sexual references and talks about a sensitive issue. If this is not your cup of tea, if all you want is mush and sap then head on back to my list of works, most of my stories are nothing but rainbows and marshmallows.
If you chose to read on and then got offended in the end, I am truly sorry but then again, I gave you a choice and a fair warning.
With that being said, please know that the views expressed in this story are purely for fictional purposes only okay? It's neither the author's nor and especially not Joey's and Ella's though they are fictional characters only so yeah, just the author. Okay? Okay. Again, it's fiction ladies and gents. Thanks.
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"Tell me again what an idiot I am for being suckered into this."
Joey laughed as he busily covered the couch with one of the sheets from the bed. "You knew what was at stake from the very beginning, Ella."
"Well, when Justin drew my name as your partner, I asked you if you could play poker and you said, and I quote, no sweat."
"That's because I do know how to play poker."
"Then why are we here?"
"Because we lost."
"I thought you knew how to play poker?"
Joey dropped the pillows he had in his hand and turned to frown at his friend. "I do. However, I did not say that I could win our way out of this."
"Argh!" She moaned in frustration. Getting up, she began tidying up the bed that Joey stripped earlier. When she was done, she escaped to the bathroom, taking a shower and changing into a pair of pajamas and a tank top. She was glad she decided to bring pajamas instead of the usual boxer shorts she was use to sleeping in. She was worried about mosquitoes and bugs since Justin's party was being held at a famous island resort. How could she have known that she would be worrying more than just about stupid bugs?
Nervously, she stepped out of the bathroom telling herself that it was merely twenty-four hours. Infact, a good thirty minutes have passed. So, if she can sleep through the night, then all she had to do was endure a few more hours and everything would be over. Noticing Joey, she frowned. He was trying to fit his big frame on the sofa. "Joey, you know what? Come on, you could sleep in the bed as well."
