Into Finding The Forbidden [#fantasy100k] [UNDER MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 2: Oh My Gosh...

After I got home from the book convention, I thought I'd spend the whole night reading and read at least 2 books, but the minute I got home, I went straight to bed.

Didn't even put pajamas on...

Instead, I woke up at 7am feeling extra tired and confused. But I got straight onto reading some books.

I must have read about a book by the time it was 11 in the morning. Quite enjoyable I must say, but I needed to read more.

Looking through some of the books, one stood out to me, the old, tattered leather book.

"Hey, maybe I can practice my writing skill a little this morning..." I picked up the book, grabbed a blue ballpoint pen, and sat on my bed.

I still had yesterday's clothes on, with my evil eye wrap bracelet still around my wrist, even though the beads were starting to leave red dents in my skin.

Then... I opened up the peculiar book...

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"James, why is there a girl in the bathtub?"

"Wait... what?"

"Marty, what the heck are you blabbing about?"

There stands a boy, around about my age (17), in the doorway, with a toothbrush in his hand and pink, baggy boxers with cats on them.

And there I am, sitting with one leg out of the bath, head rested on the faucet, fully clothed (that stink may I add), and in a strangers bathtub. Totally confused.

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"So... how's it going?" I say as I clamber out the bath and watch the boy step back a little, eyes wide.

"Please, James, is this some sick prank?" "Are you trying to make me do something I'll regret?" The boy takes another step back.

"For goodness sake Marty, why would I-" another boy about 21 now walks in and stops in his tracks once he sees me. He's quite tall and lanky, black curly hair, with an unshaven chin. He's wearing black boxers. To be honest, I prefer the pink, cat boxers.

"My gosh." He says, jaw almost touching the ground.

"Uh, can you help me? I think I'm lost..."

We walk out of the bathroom and into a narrow passage with dirt on the walls and floor.

They take a left and I follow them into what seems to be a living room. A couch is in the far right of the room against the wall and a low coffee table stands in the middle of the room.

"Hmph, quite modern... but I need to find a way out of here..."

A window that overlooks a mountain, and a dim ceiling light provide the only source of light in the tiny room.

Without saying a word they make me sit in the middle of the three-seater couch while they sat on both sides of me.

The boy in the cat boxers faces me and looks me straight in the eyes. They're a dark shade of brown, I can see my reflection in them quite easily. He just sits and stares.

"James... care to explain?" He finally says.

"Wait, the names James and Marty sound familiar... especially for a 21 and 17 year old..."
I start to rack my brain for names and people I have heard of.

"I have nothing to explain. I have no idea who she is." The 21 year old says, scratching his head.

"Umm... Hi? The name's Jewels... I don't know how I got here..." Honestly, I have no idea what to say... I'm speechless...

"Oh hi! I'm Marty! Sorry, we're just a bit shocked that we found a female in our bathtub... We've never had a female in the house before either, actually..." The cat-boxers man said.

"James. Now how did you get here?" 21-guy said, his face has gone pink.

"The last thing I remember is, I was opening an old tattered book, getting ready to practice my writing skills, and then all of a sudden, everything goes black, and Poof... now I'm here..." I say, imitating an explosion with my hands.

"Can you perhaps tell me a little bit more about yourselves so that I could perhaps try to figure how to get home?" I say, racking my brain some more.

"Well, I'm Marty, he's James... we live here."

"No, duh stupid." James says sarcastically.

"We're not going to tell you anything until you tell us more about you, for all we know, you could be a serial killer!" He says with sass.

"James, nows not the time! Let's help a damsel in distress!" Marty leans over me and playfully slaps James shoulder.

"Whatever, I'm leaving, just don't let her touch anything other than the couch. And don't, let her tough you either." James leaves the room backwards, keeping eye contact with me.

Marty now turns towards me again, and subconciously takes both of my hands in his, looking at me straight in the eyes again, "Don't worry, we'll get you back home."

He notices that he's holding my hands and pulls them away quickly, jumping a little while he does so. "I'm so sorry..."

"No problem. But you should probably wash your hands, you don't want James to know I've touched you, now, do you?" I say with a giggle.

He blushes, "He's just worried I'll get into trouble again. Before I wash my hands, we should probably figure out how to get you home."

"Sure, of course." I smile.

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