Too High Christian Anthony Fanfiction

Another Era.

(a/n: I'm obsessed with the movie Grease, and since I ended the last chapter with Diesel and Christian falling asleep... I figured this would be a fun thing to do ;) I know this isn't a normal chapter in the story.. but I wanted to do something a little fun to boost my creativity! So without further ado, ENJOY!)

I groaned softly, sitting up in bed with a pounding headache, my hand finding my head as I let out a low groan. 

"Fuck." I swore softly, my eyes closed tightly, afraid to open to them and be assualted by the bright sunlight, and I could've sworn my blackout curtains were closed before I fell asleep last night.

I fell back onto my bed, my head hitting the pillow. 

Something was off about my pillow though.. It felt fluffier than I remember it being. 

I pushed the thought from my pounding brain; deciding it was nothing.

I usually felt off after a drug filled evening anyway. 

"Kras." I groaned softly, "How do you feel?" 

There was no response.

Did he sneak out this morning..? No he couldn't have. He had no where else to go! He was staying with me here in Chicago for a couple days. 

"Kras!" I threw my arm over to hit him, but as my arm fell to the mattress beside me I realized there was no one beside me. 

Huh.. that's strange..

Maybe he had just gone to the bathroom. 

"KRAS!" I yelled, rolling onto my side to face the direction of the bathroom, my eyes still shut to soothe my pounding headache. 

There was still no response. 

I opened my eyes slowly, squinting against the relentless light that consumed the room. 

That's when I saw that I wasn't in my room. 

No. I was in someone else's room.. 

The walls around me were a soft pink wallpaper with white decals, and the bed I was in wasn't mine; It was a full sized instead of a king, and it had an awful looking handmade quilt looking comforter obviously made by this person's grandmother. 

My eyes shifted to look across the room, seeing an old dark wood dresser with a large mirror mounted on top beside a small vanity and chair, makeup set up delicately and perfectly organized. There was a small chair in the corner of the room beside the window, and beneath the window was a bench to sit on that had a frilly pink pillow on it for more cushion while you sat and stared out at the world. 

The strangest thing of all, was the pictures of Elvis, and Troy Donahue, a man I only know of thanks to my grandmother; according to her, Troy Donahue was the male sex symbol of the 50s and 60s.. but why would this person have his picture pinned up on the wall? 

God this is so weird. Did I get kidnapped last night and thrown into some shitty 50's movie set? 

I closed my eyes tightly as I tried to remember what happened last night. Nothing crazy came to mind.. The last thing I remember was falling asleep in bed beside Kras.. 

I opened my eyes, deciding there had to be something else going on here, but my poudning headache caused me to throw my head back in pain, hitting the back of my neck against hard wood. 

"Ow." I groaned softly, reaching back to rub my neck, the pounding of my head intensifying. 

I turned my head back, seeing I had hit in on a small wooden headboard.