Daily Dose of Dysfunctionality

Day 9

    I woke up confused and disoriented. I looked around my environment and realized it wasn't my bedroom. A flood of memories washed over me as the sound of heavy breathing and the smell of a hotel room jolted my senses. I tossed and turned for awhile before checking the time on my phone. 

    "3:12 a.m." I thought. "Fantastic." 

    I put in my headphones, letting the first few tracks of Origin of Symmetry, my favorite Muse album, lull me into a familiar relaxed state. That is, until I thought about the events that had taken place over the last few days. 

    I stared at the ceiling and thought of the crazy plan my friends talked me into, a Shakespearean trick of mixed up identity. My family's spring break trip to Washington for a college visit involving Hazel was a relief. I grabbed my diary and am now sitting in the bathroom writing.

    It all started about two weeks ago during Bella, Lacey, Charlotte, and my study hall. As usual less studying went on in the silent library than passing inconspicuous notes and doodles to each other.

    I was just about finished with my sub par logo drawing for Seconds of Silence, complete with a fantastic portrait of each of the members, when a small folded triangle disrupted my train of thought.

    Charlotte's neat handwriting brought this message: *Bella said she saw something the other night... In the band room...* I glanced up and was met with an expectant look.

    I scribbled back: *I have no idea what you're talking about.*

    *Well she said you and Langston were talking... Very closely... ;)*

    I didn't know what to say for a few minutes as I blushed to the tips of my toes. *Do you want to know what actually happened?*

    *DUH!*

    *Well he caught me after practice and told me he cares about me... Or something like that I have no idea! Also he may have hugged me... I may have liked it... But I'm SO CONFUSED, Char!*

    *NO WAY! What is there to be confused about? The mysterious, tall, dark, handsome guy likes you! What's up?*

    *Well... I don't know... I've never really been one for this kind of thing... Besides I'm not good enough for Langston or Greyson anyway...*

    *Ok. You are so amazing! If you weren't would we really want to be your friends? Secondly, GREYSON? When exactly did he get added into the equation?*

    *He's been really nice to me? But I think his intentions are purely friendly, so don't jump the gun!*    

    *Ok, sure, whatever. Boys are stupid. Let's forget about them for now, ok?*

    I returned her note with a nod before continuing my drawing. I soon got carried away by drawing myself in. The bell rang and Bella came over and snatched my picture.

    "Oh, what's this?" she gave a little smile as she looked over my work. "Nice! Wait, is that you?"

    I was embarrassed yet again. "Yeah. I don't know why I did that, sorry."

    "Nah, it's fine. Sometimes I wish I could play an instrument so I could be in the band..." Lacey said, giving me a pat of reassurance. 

    "Wait a minute! That's it! The Twelfth Night! Violin! Friday!" Charlotte suddenly exclaimed. 

    "Whoa, slow down. What?" I asked.

    "Rory, I know you're a total Shakespeare geek. The Twelfth Night? You know the plot!" she nudged me and I facepalmed.