Violet
I didn't want to wake up the next morning out of a deep sleep, but I felt cold. I reached around, feeling my blanket drooping off the side of the bed. I gathered the material up in a fist and threw it back on my bed, covering myself with it. I snuggled into my pillow, but the damage was already done. I was feeling cold, and it was going to take forever to feel warm again. I opened my eyes a crack, staring at the ceiling.
After about three more drinks and a lot of drunken dancing we headed back to their place. It was after three in the morning at that point, so I switched back. I had passed out, and from there my subconscious ended up piecing together some strange dream about me having an arranged marriage to Finn in secret somewhere in a office building. My friends from school were there and so was some business people for the band, and some family members. Feeling nauseous, I kept on telling everyone that this was a mistake. I was only fourteen, I didn't want to get married. After we said our vows he gave me a peck on the cheek and then he didn't appear back into my dream until we were being escorted out into a black SUV, and then I didn't see him anymore after that.
Crazy...
I closed my eyes and I could hear the faint noise of conversations going on within my thoughts. That was another weird thing about these connections. Sometimes just when I was waking up or falling asleep, I could hear everyone. It was muffled, like someone had a TV on in the room next door, but I could pull into one and everything would get a bit clearer.
Will, does that ever happen to you?
He was sitting on a hard chair, thinking his butt was going numb as my thought connected.
The static? Yeah. It's like you're in between radio stations.
Glad I wasn't the only one. I felt my left butt cheek becoming numb.
Sorry, we're waiting outside for a radio interview. Not the comfiest chairs. How was going to the club? I could feel him becoming apologetic for our argument the other night.
It was fun. Jack had a bug up his rear end by the end of it, but it wasn't too bad.
Glad you had fun. He seemed distracted, so I let him go. I sighed, rolling over onto my right side. The calendar announced it was going to be Thanksgiving this week, meaning I only had school tomorrow and Tuesday. Things weren't always bad.
Cam
I woke up to the sound of loud, argumentative voices going on outside of the bedroom door. Ever since Derek had moved out, I had been spending more and more time over at Andy's and Tristan's flat. It wasn't a surprise to me that she was still here after going clubbing last night with them.
I see my body is still in one piece. I thought out to her.
Oh, yeah. Thanks for the er...experience last night.
You mean thanks for letting you take my body out on the town? She laughed.
Yeah, I guess so. I heard a knock on the door, and Tristan walked in, carrying two mugs. He kicked the door shut with his right foot, setting down one mug on the nightstand.
"Who's Jack yelling at?" I asked.
"He's on the phone with someone." Tristan answered, flopping down into a bean bag chair in the corner, flipping coffee out of the mug.
"Damn it." He cursed.
What's Tristan doing?
I don't know, he keeps on trying to pretend I'm gay.
