| Chapter Ten Whitney: I sat in the loud, loud, club stirring my drink round and round and round. "You know, Whitney," Nikki turned to me, yelling. "I'm not an expert on this or something but you don't look like you're having a good time." I shook my head. "No, I'm just...preoccupied." I shouted back. "Why don't you find someone to dance with?" she wondered. I shrugged my shoulders a bit. A very tall, dark, handsome guy approached our table, leaning against it toward Nikki. "Hey baby," he said to her. "You're lookin gooood tonight. Wanna dance? Or more?" She made a disgusted face. "No way you creep! Get away!" she exclaimed. My mouth dropped at the suprised look on the guys face as he slowly backed away. "What was that?" I laughed. "He is like, your picuture perfect guy!" She gave me a look like she was going to throw up. "Not today, Whit, not today." J: I paced around the flat. Abs and Ritchie were already in bed. I was wide awake, waiting for Whitney to come home. I was trying to think of what to say. "Hi Whitney, sorry I acted like an insensitive jerk." No, scratch that. "I'm sorry I almost beat the guy to a bloody pulp just because I saw him hug you." No no, all wrong. "...Well if you just would have seen the look he gave you! It was..." My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened. Whitney walked in, her hair down around her shoulders. She looked great, but tired. I looked at her in silence. She barely took a glance at me as she set down her purse. She walked past m, down the hall and into our room where I heard the door shut moments later. So much for preperation. Abs: I walked into the apartment so very tired. I didn't see how Nikki walked around in these platforms all the time, they were killing my feet. The club experience had been a flop. Whitney wasn't in the mood to dance with anything that remotely resembled a guy and I in no way would dance or as that creep said, MORE with a guy. I wanted to be a guy again. I wanted to pick up girls, not guys. I was realizing however, how much of sleazes guys could be. I'd have to take note of that when Nikki and I swtched back. Skye was asleep in her bed so I slipped into PJs and climbed in bed. I stared at the ceiling thinking of the days when I was in my own body and was looking forward to being in it again. But wait, we switched without knowing how or why and it was so sudden. What if I was stuck in Nikki's body forever? What if we never switched back? Chapter Eleven... |