"Yuck," Sarah said, walking into a pile of dirty clothes on the floor.
There was a sound of a flush, and the door to the bathroom opened and a boy whose casual appearance fit the room entered. He was wearing He was tall, and thin, with short blond hair...It wasn't that he was unattractive...He was tall, and a bit lanky.
He wasn't her usual type, but for some reason, she found him instantly attractive. She wasn't sure why.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?" He asked, subtly looking her over. Most teenage boys had the occasional hot girl appears in room fantasy in the middle of the night fantasy, but the reality of it was that some crazy girl was in your room.
"This is MY room," Sarah insisted. "What have you done with it?"
Could she be in the wrong house? The boy thought. "You know there are a bunch of houses on this block that look like this. Maybe you crawled into the wrong one...in your nightgown..." he paused. That seemed unlikely.
"I was in my bedroom, I got a shock from my laptop," she pointed at it. "And then I woke up here. This is my room...but this is NOT my stuff."
"Well, who are you?"
She looked at him, surprised. Everyone at school knew her. There was only one high school in the neighborhood. Maybe he went to private school. "I'm Sarah McMillan, who are you?"
"Todd," he said, staring at her. "McMillan." Sarah stared back. Both suddenly...at the exact same time, realized why the other's face looked so familiar. It was their own.
