Prompt Twenty
Zac woke up in large, clean and white king-sized bed. His yawned loudly and rubbed his eyes to remove any gunk before opening them. A foot kicked his leg, he had been too loud. “Ouch,” he muttered. … WAIT! A foot? He lived alone.
“Maisie, quiet. Why are you not more hungover?”, a voice said, which Zac could only assume came from the foot’s owner.
“Uh, sorry chick, think you needa wake and go home,” Zac told her groggily.
“Lay off it, Maise, we are home.”
Zac’s eyes flew open at the mention of being home and saw one large recessed light in the white ceiling above the bed. Sitting upright, he didn’t see his messy place, but a spacious apartment with a modern interior. Nothing around him that he recognised. Turning to the bedside table where his phone lay, he picked it up. Two things struck him as he stared at the reflection in dark screen.
One, it wasn’t his phone.
Two, it wasn’t his reflection.
Maisie’s head was throbbing. Not just from the intense alcohol-induced headache she had from the before, but also from the odours in her nose. It twitched, getting a stronger mix of spices and sweaty gym socks. Making her insides turn, she rolled over on her pillow only making the smell of body odour stronger.
“Keeleigh, it’s too early for laundry. Why are you more hungover?”, she complained, in a voice much deeper than her own.
In reply, a shout from outside the room, in a language that she didn’t understand.
“What?” Maisie sat bolt upright, eyes springing open. Within seconds of looking at her surroundings, she worked out that part of the smell came from the various piles of masculine clothing around the room. Although shock hit her when she looked down at her hairy brown masculine arms.
DING DONG!
Kartik rolled over in bed.
DING DONG!
“MA!”, Kartik called out loudly. No answer. So he yelled out to her in Hindi, “Get the door.” Then again, when he got no answer, he rolled out of bed. Feet on the hard wood floor, adjusting his pyjama shorts and shirt unconsciously, he tried to leave the room. SMACK! Kartik face hit the wall. He groaned and felt for the door frame along the wall, which was about a metre away. Finding it, he stumbled out into the unfamiliar hall, feeling for the banister at the top of the stairs. Not feeling it, he finally opened his eyes to a hall that wasn’t his parents’ home.
DING DONG! DING DONG!
Looking up the short hallway to the semi-transparent glass door at the end, he carefully walked to it, checking in the three other rooms on the way - no one was in them. Kartik opened the door to an older woman and a small boy. “Mummy,” the small boy screamed and his legs.
Kartik cringed, looking at the woman for a little help. She didn’t. She only looked at him with disapproval. “Still in bed, Viktoria, it’s nine o’clock.”
Vikki was already awake, had been for almost half an hour. She was ignoring the splitting headache from the excessive drinking from the night before. She was just staring; staring at her reflection in a large sliding wardrobe door-mirror. She was a he; shirtless and not too bad looking, but a he nevertheless. Though a little more butch, the room was similar to her own in style; both were a mix of modern-retro and homey. It would have been nice had it not been for the fact that she wasn’t in her own body.
Vikki looked at the time on the bedside clock. 9:04. Little Zayn would be being dropped off soon, at her house. She dashed out of the room and ran through an unknown house. Opening the door straight opposite, she lay eyes on another male behind it. It was the bathroom and he was peeing.
“Dude, what the-”
She shut the door pronto and raced down the hall until she found the kitchen, where a second male ate breakfast. “Woah, Zac, where’s the fire?”
She looked at him and asked gruffly, “Phone?”
He gave her a confused expression and pointed to the corner of a bench. She rushed over and dialled her home number.
@RPers, anyone can take a character from this post and just join the prompt.