High Voltage/Driveway2
From Create Your Own Story
As I turned the car onto my street, I realized it might look weird if a strange car was parked in the driveway at this time of night. The last thing I needed was word getting back to Jess that I was having strange women visit after dark.
Screw it. It's my house, and I'll park in the driveway if I want to. Anyway, the slight heel of these boots are killing my feet. I parked in the driveway, walked up to the front door and knocked.
Watching my body get up from the couch and answer the door was one of the most surreal things I have ever experienced. The door opened. "It is soooo good to see you," Lauren said as my own body embraced me in a hug.
"What?" I asked, stepping back and looking at her inquisitively.
"I was talking to my body," she clarified. "Not to you." Lauren--or was it Jason--was still dressed in the clothes I wore to the football game: jeans and a pullover sweater. Jason was nursing a large glass of red wine. I spotted the bottle on the kitchen counter poured myself a glass and followed him into the living room.
We both sat down and stared at each other for a few moments. "Crazy day," I eventually said.
He nodded in agreement. "So what happened after the paramedics came?"
"I woke up in the hospital and then your roommates came and picked me up. How did you know the paramedics came? You didn't go to the hospital?"
He took another dainty sip of wine, "No, you--or I--passed out in the puddle, but this body was okay." He adjusted himself in the seat. "I mean I felt the shock," he said, raising his voice, "But I didn't pass out. I watched them take you away, but I couldn't follow you obviously. It took some time for me to figure out what happened, but eventually I found you ticket stub and went back to your seat." He chuckled, "Jess wasn't so happy when she saw I didn't have her pretzel."
My eyes opened widely at the mention of Jess. "How is Jess? What does she know?" I asked,
"Jess knows nothing," he said calmly. "Once I figured out what happened, I knew I would need to pretend to be you for now. If I started telling everyone I was really a woman then I would probably be locked away in some asylum by now."
Should I:
