AJ
AJ yawned and slowly opened her eyes.
Then bolted up in bed.
Where was she?
As she squinted around the room, she began to feel her hands shaking. Not from fear or cold, but rage.
She was in her room. Back home.
This had to be a dream.
She pinched herself. Ouch.
Suddenly, her phone rang. She slowly reached out for it, answered the call, and put it to her ear.
"Yes?" she fumed.
"Hey! AJ! Thought you were dead, where have you been?"
She hesitated.
"Hey? You there?"
"Yeah I'm here."
"So...?"
"I've been in America. And I thought I was still there until I woke up just now."
"Um... right. Wanna come over? We have a surprise for ya."
"Who's we?"
"Dave and Ross. And me, of course."
"What kind of surprise?"
"A big one. Come over and see."
"Not right now," AJ rubbed her face, noticing she was still dressed, "I have a father to murder."
AJ
AJ went looking, but only found a note. Her father was working, of course, and her mother had already left.
With a groan, she ripped the note apart. To hell with it. 'For her own good' her ass. SHe was glad to find they'd left her a car, grabbed the keys, and left.
ABout ten minutes later, she slowed in front of Tasha's house.
"What the hell...?"
In the open garage, there was a lot of... mess.
She pulled into the driveway and got out, slamming the car door. Someone's head shot up from behind the nearby wall.
"Hey! AJ!"
She looked up.
"Dave?"
"Yeah. We thought you weren't coming."
"Changed my mind," she shrugged, "where's Tash?"
"Ah... inside. With Ross."
AJ raised her eyebrows.
"Don't worry. Ross is after another girl now. Oh, oops..."
"Shut up. Ex. Get over it."