Dimensions and Doritos

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The washing machine thumped away as I closed the garage door.

I hope that leather doesn't get ruined.

Oh well.

I lounged around the house as I waited for the clothes to be done.

What to do...what to do...

T.V? A little bit of Starwars?
Nah.
Reading? Come on your a bookworm!
Meh.
Painting? Sketching?
Eh.
Cleaning?
All ready did it.
Eating?
Now there's an idea!

I grinned as I moved to the panty and opened the magical door to a place of wonders.
I swear, every time I open it, angels sing.

                            •••

Bag of Doritos and apple juice.

There! Perfect!

I took the bag with me as I moved to my bedroom door. I hesitated slightly, bouncing on the balls of my feet.
What if he woke up?
What then?

You run. Duh.

I shrugged and opened the door slowly, I peeked in then stepped inside once I saw that he was fast asleep. I moved over to my closet to get a fresh pair
of clothes, since mine were soaked in the dudes blood.

I set the Dorito bag down on my night stand and stripped off my favorite sweater.

Light pink with tiny red hearts.

I whimpered as I tossed it in the hamper.

Please make Oxy Clean take out blood.
It is supposed to take out everything else, so why not blood?

Strangely, I felt fine with walking around only in my bra and sweat pants. I was technically alone.

I turned around to leave the room but my hip hit against the dresser, making me yelp in surprise. I stumbled backward, then stepped on a lego.

Like I said before- clumsy Mc clementine over here.

"WHOLLY MOTHER OF CHEESE-PANCAKES THAT HURT! OW! WHOLLY GOD OF HEAVEN! WHOLLY GODDESS OF WHALE BLUBBER! WHOLLY FATHER OF- AHHHHHH!"

My rant turned to a scream as a sudden flash of movement sent me falling to the floor, my back connected with the ground hard and I yelped in pain, struggling to fight off the force attacking me.

"Tiama! Evastina-va! Coldenaly ven!"
The boy yelled, his hands locked around my neck. I choked and sputtered, weakly prying at his steel grip.

"Help!" I squeaked. But the boy didn't listen.

Ya know, for a half dead dude, dang he had a strong grip!

"Wavana? Cortalla evany Tiama." The stranger barked. "Speak English!" I yelled, my vision blurring and darkening.

I only had a short amount of time before I passed out-....

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Baxter's POV-
The girl with honey colored hair in between my hands went limp and I exhaled, rolling off her and collapsing to the ground. My chest rose and fell as I tried to recollect my thoughts.

What was it she had said? Wholly Goddess of Whale Blubber?

Strange.

I sat up and rubbed my side, then frowned as I came in contact with a bandage. I looked down and saw that the gash had been bandaged along with the other cut on my ribs.

Both were done really badly but still...

Who did it? I frowned and looked over at the unconscious girl. Had she done it?

Who was she?

Where was I?

Why was I not wearing a shirt?

Oh lord. WHY WAS I NOT WEARING A SHIRT?!

I staggered to my feet and looked around, my head swimming.

It took me a minute to realize that she must have taken off my armor in order to bandage my wounds. And I started to feel a teeny-tiny bit guilty for strangling her.

Oh. Right. She's still on the floor.

I crouched down next to her, ready to pick her up to put her on the bed when I noticed another strange thing.

She also wasn't wearing a shirt.

Granted she was wearing a strange half tank top thingy but I still hastily looked away, feeling the blood rush to my face.

Okaaaaaay....maybe she can stay on the floor for now.

I moved to the window and peaked out, the sky was blue.

I frowned then remembered my master when he taught us about the different dimensions.

So this must be Terria.

I looked over at the girl, lying limp on the floor. I've never met a Terriaian before. Supposedly they didn't know about the 20 dimensions.

I scoffed and sat back down on the sweet smelling bed. Darkness began to gently tug at me again and I gave into it, falling backwards into the blankets and closing my eyes.

I'll worry about the Terriaian later. Right now?
I need sleep.

•••
Rosabella's POV-

Ow.
Oww
Owww
Owwww!!!!
"Ergmefer!"
I mumbled intelligently. I flopped over, trying to get comfortable on my strangely hard bed.
Since when was my bed so hard? I thought it was a top-of-the-line mattress!

I really need to get my mom to return it for an exchange. Stupid mattress stores selling hard mattresses to poor tired 17 year old girls...

I yawned then coughed, why did my throat hurt so much? I grimaced and sat up, rubbing my neck. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking sleepily up at the mysterious stranger perched on my lamp.

All the sleep rushed out of me as my eyes turned to saucers and I yelped, scooting backwards on
my butt and searching for a weapon of some sort.

Um Um Um Um....AHA!

"AHA!" I cried, swinging the clothes hanger in front of me like a sword.

Oh kill me now.

The boy just slowly raised an eyebrow at that.
Did I mention he was perched on my lamp shade like a bird?
Cause he is.
And it's freaking cool.

"Um...." I began awkwardly, then winced at the roughness of my throat. I placed the hanger on the ground and rubbed my arms nervously, then froze.

My eyes widened and the boy just smirked as I came to the quick realization.

He watched me amused as I scrambled to my feet and dove into my closet, swinging the door shut and locking it with clammy fingers.

When the latch was in place, I slide down it breathing heavily.

STUPID STUPID STUPID!

Not now brain!

I really need to stop talking to myself.

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So they finally meet!

Kind of.
Eh. Oh well.

So another chapter! Whoot whoot!

Rosabella has learned a very valuable lesson today. Always wear a shirt. Even if your home alone.

And also, to clean your room.
Stupid Legos.