Dimensions and Doritos

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The birds were chirping,
the sun was shining,
the radio was blasting...

"COCAINE GASOLINE! AND MOST THINGS IN BETWEEN! RODE THE CITY IN A SHOPPING CART!" I screamed, dancing on the table and singing into a wooden spoon.

"DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME!"

I leapt off the table and onto the floor, bashing my head back and forth to the music.

I had the house all to my self, so of course I was listening to music that would send my parents running for ear plugs.
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Baxter's POV-
I collapsed to the floor and weakly tried to strike out against my attacker, he just nimbly dodged my legs and swung again with that blasted sword.

Searing pain raced up my side and I sagged against a tree, panting as I clutched the cut.

As far as I knew, we were the only ones in this small forest. The portal had swallowed me and this guy, and so, naturally, he was trying to kill me.

Can't really blame him though. I was trying to kill him to.

      His fist connected with my jaw and I dropped to the ground again, hitting my head on the root of a tree. "Gohnawa blaxtira." The hooded enemy hissed above me. I weakly lifted my head and shot him my best glare.

"Toshniva yabaxtia." I hissed back. He scoffed and kicked me once before turning and stalking off. "Enjoy this dimension blaxtira." He called over his shoulder.

  Bastard....
                .......ow.....

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I continued to stumble threw this stupid forest, clutching my side and using the trees for support. I was starting to see double and I needed medical attention now.

Why was the sky blue? Shouldn't it be rainbow?

Oh right. I fell in a portal.

     Great! Now my memories turning woozy.

I leaned against a tree catching my breath, when I picked up a very distant sound.

                            Music!

Music means humans!

I grinned and took a step forward, each step carrying me closer to salvation. As I continued to walk closer, my foggy brain began to barely register how strange the music sounded.

I finally cleared the last of the forest and collapsed on short green grass. I turned my head and rested it against the cool grass, slowly closing my eyes. "Help." I wheezed. I didn't know who I was calling to, but the darkness seemed really really good right now.

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Rosabella's POV-
I turned down the radio panting from my wild single dance party.

I stirred the soup once with the spoon and tapped it against the side of the stove. I turned down the heat and went to the back door to the backyard. We have a few Blackberry bushes near the forest, and they would make a great addition to my breakfast.

Of course I'll most likely just eat a plate of Doritos, but oh well.

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I straightened my pink heart sweater as I hurried down the steps and onto the grass lawn. I was still humming the song as I turned towards the forest, then froze as ice flooded my veins.

Am I going crazy?

Is this a side effect of wild single dance parties?

Is it because of all the Doritos I ate?

No... I've been doing wild single dance parties for years.
And Doritos are life! So no. It's not a side effect.

So yeah, this is real.

        There is a body on my lawn.

Wholly Dancing Doritos.

Everything in my body and brain screamed at me to run away, but my legs began to sprint towards the unmoving human.
I skidded to a halt and dropped to my knees, panting heavily as I reached out my hands. I hesitantly rolled over the body to show the face of a boy.

Wow...he's cute!

No Rosabella...now is not a good time. Get him to safety!

     I poked his cheek and heard a small moan and I exhaled in relief...he was still alive.

I wrapped my arms under his shoulders and felt something sticky.
Ew sweat.

Wait...sweat isn't red.

I screamed and dropped the dude, who groaned loudly. "S-sorry!" I hissed to the unconscious man. I hesitantly knelt down and grabbed onto him again, then began to pull him threw the yard.

Waves of unease and nausea swept over me at the trail of blood he left behind him.

          It was a miracle we made it up the stairs, with many bumps and groans though.

I kicked open the door and hefted him inside, making blood drip onto the shiny hard wood floors.

Mom will kill me...

If this stranger didn't kill me first.

Shush brain. Stop being so smart.

I looked around for a place to put him, and briefly thought of the table, but quickly shot that idea down.

Couch?
HAH! White Italian? Funny.

Parents bed?
Unless you want your head on a spike.

Ok then. My room it is then.
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And they meet!

well...

Kinda.

Anyway! Hoped you enjoyed this chapter! And for any confusion: her name is Rosabella, but some people call her Rose.
~CHOW!