Basketcase

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty Two

Marissa sat cross legged across from me, hunched over slouching over into her arm. "So what! Morgan got more screen time? I think they need more Read!"

"They do?" The picture began blurring and I fisted both eyes.

She lifted herself from her slouch, opening her arms, "Of course they do!"

"Okay," I returned, "they do." I released my hands from my face, my head beginning to hang.

"Knock, knock"

"Knock, knock" I echoed, slowly closing my eyes.

"Knock, knock?" Marissa replied.

"Mmm..." I hummed.  "Wait!" My eyes popped, catching the door knob giggle.

The door bursted open. Several beings randomly wandered into the room.

"Aliens," I stared. Progressing in slipping off the bed side and under the frame. The bed curtsy, flip out right and on right with my foot tucking in.

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The bed curtain moved briefly and settled without a sound.

"Is she alright?" I asked, looking up to Marissa still on the bed.

"More alright than we" she returned, a wide smile creeping on her lips as she fell on over onto her side.

"There both pretty out of it," Liam cut in.

"What the hell is wrong with them?" Harry crouched beside the bed  flicking the lower curtain.

"Don't look at me!" Lou responded, his arm in defence.

"I dunno." Liam continued down the line.

"Me either." Zayn echoed.

"And I don't so... Niall?" Harry directed, bringing himself to to me, "You were the last to talk -er... regularly speak- to them..."

Endeavouring eyes began to look my way, "What do you mean?" I answered, furring my brows in a stare, "you tied me up in their bathroom."

"Yes, we are aware of that but what really happened?" Lou's questioned, strangely closing in with a poorly kept steak eye.

"What?" I took a step looking to Zayn behind him. "That doesn't even make any sense!"

"Woah, no need to raise your voice," Lou retreated to the half circle.

"Oh shut it."

"Wait a minute." My head turned facing Zayn, walking over next to me bending down slightly, "These aren't yours."

Twisting my neck around and down to his state. "What?" I frowned.

"The trousers," he inquired, lifting himself to full stance.

"There not," I admitted, following Zayn's movement as he stood. "There probably Marissa's," I shrugged, suddenly finding myself tugged at the back the trousers.

Liam approached me, crouching, beginning to stalk my low torso. "Uhhh... no there not," he queried, going on to circling my potion.

"What you mean?" I inquired observing him and the trousers currently cling to my body.

"These are Jack Wills trousers," Liam informed, "Ryan wore these on the first day." Raising himself and backing away.

"What the hell?" Harry exclaimed, "What happened to yours?"

"Mine got wet!" I returned mirroring his thundering tone, "You all left me in the shower, with the water running!"

A sudden chill flowed over an area or warmth. I closed my eyes, signing.

"Who the hell are those!" Harry bursted.

"These are Ryan's," I confirmed, lifting my eyes to Harry's contained fury, his face frozen with a tight half smile and eyes glaring at the fabric hanging off my waist.

"Okay!" Liam interrupted, physically injecting himself between myself and the enraged man across from me.

"But he's wearing Ryan's trousers and pants!" Harry yelled , bring himself closer to the Liam barrier.

"Yeah he is, Harry," Liam agreed, "Calm down," he pressure placing his hands on both shoulders. "Why are you so fired up?"

Harry shrugged Liam off, turning to the bed. Marissa positioned herself facing the quarrel. "You still wondering what happened," she offered, crouched into her lap.

The others began to look at each other before all staring back to her.

"Sure..." Liam filled the silence.

Stalking the figure, she sighed, squishing her cheek further into her hand. "We stayed up all night," she said, "I forced 'im to stay up. We watch Criminal Minds to who knowns when and didn't get a wink of sleep." She yawned seeming to stare beyond view. "Knowing Rye, he's probably asleep, where ever he is."

"Under the bed," I point out.

She glanced at me briefly before having her gaze sink again. "Probably asleep under the bed."