Jon knocked on Jessica's door and moments later, the door opened and he saw Jessica, still dressed in her new black Goth clothes.
"I'm sorry about the say I treated you before. Can I come in?"
Jessica hesitated for a moment, then let him in.
"Sarah said you called her about me," Jon said, walking in.
"Of course I called her. You were acting really strange."
"Well, I'm not now. So, let's go finish what we started earlier."
Jessica looked skeptical. "Are you sure?"
Jon smiled. "Yeah."
Jessica smiled, seeing that she'd actually get what she wanted after all, and pulled Jon into her bedroom.
When Tom finally got to his house, he was relieved to see that his parents were still not yet home. He really was not looking forward to meeting his family in this new twisted reality.
Once inside, Tom and Karyn went to his bedroom, where he had been not even an hour before with Jon. He looked around the room, still getting it through his head that this really was his bedroom, this really was his life. It wasn't all just a dream ... or more specifically, a nightmare.
Karyn sat down on his black-sheeted bed and smiled up at him. She had those same love-struck eyes she had back at Sarah's house. "Tom, sit down."
But Tom didn't. He didn't even know why he even agreed to bringing her home with him. The easiest thing to do would be to just cut her loose. Did he actually care about her?
After seeing that he wasn't going to comply, Karyn reached up and pulled him down onto the bed, causing him to lie horizontally, with his face down. As he turned onto his back, Karyn crept over him, touching him though his fishnet shirt. He looked up at her, taking in the bizarre nature of the situation. Himself dressed as a freak, in a dark gothic bedroom, being straddled by a Goth chick. It was too much for his brain to handle.
In a brief fit of revulsion, he pushed Karyn off of him. "I can't do this."
Now Karyn's confusion was turning into anger. "Tom, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I ... I just don't feel so well," he said, trying to think up an excuse.
"Well, I hope you feel better before the party tomorrow," she said, still angry.
"Party?"
"Jon's party? What? Now you have amnesia too?" She grunted. "Listen, the mood's gone anyway. I'm outta here."
Tom sat up and was about to tell her to wait. But then he stopped himself. There it was again. He actually felt something for her. Could it be that he was falling in love with her? It almost made him vomit, just the thought of loving a freak like that.
But she's not a freak, Tom's mind suddenly told him. Not any more than you, anyway. He didn't know where it came from, but it was right. If anything, the way he was dressed, he seemed more like a freak than her. But that didn't mean he loved her. And he certainly couldn't picture himself loving her, either. Not in a million years.
Tom sat on his bed, alone. Until about ten minutes later, when he heard the front door open and heard his parents' voices.
