WARNING:
THIS STORY IS A ROLLIE/ANGIE ROMANCE. IF YOU DON’T LIKE THIS TYPE OF
STORY, OR DON’T WANT THIS SITUATION HAPPENING BETWEEN ROLLIE AND ANGIE,
THEN THIS STORY IS NOT FOR YOU. ROLLIE AND ANGIE DO HAVE A ROMANTIC
INTERLUDE, AND END UP HAVING TO PAY HEAVY CONSEQUENCES FOR IT. PLEASE-
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. IF YOU HAVE ANY CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISMS, FEEL FREE
TO LET ME KNOW, BUT NO HATE MAIL PLEASE.
Angie awoke to bright sunlight streaming onto her face. ‘That’s odd,’
she thought, ‘My window doesn’t usually let the sunlight in....’
Remembering that it was Saturday, Angie decided to forget about the sun
and rolled over to go back to sleep. She was careful not to move her
feet and disturb her cat, for fear that he’d wake up and want to be fed.
And all Angie wanted to do was go back to sleep for a few hours; she had
a bit of a headache and she didn’t want to aggravate it any more than
she had to.
Angie turned over onto her side, expecting her hand to flop over the
side of her bed the way it usually did. But instead of hanging off the
side of the bed like it was supposed to, her hand hit someone’s shoulder
with a solid thwack. Angie was instantly awake, sitting up and holding
her hand against her chest-which she only now discovered was bare, so
she quickly covered it with a sheet- because the force of the blow had
hurt it.
Whoever Angie had hit wasn’t too pleased either, because they had a hand
on their shoulder, and they were cursing.
Angie figured her headache must’ve been worse than she thought, because
something was wrong with the words the person was saying. They
were.....pronounced wrong. They person had a lisp or.....or an accent.
Angie’s stomach did a flip-flop. An Australian accent, that’s what it
was. Angie’s breathing shallowed and she stared at the person’s back in
horror. ‘Oh God,’ she thought, ‘Oh dear God, please, no.......’
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Rollie was rudely jolted from a peaceful sleep by someone slapping him
on the shoulder. ‘Well,’ he thought sarcastically, ‘That’ll teach me to
sleep in on Saturday......’
Then Rollie began to actually wake up and discovered a few things. The
first thing was that it hurt to move. The second was that he didn’t have
any clothes on. And the third was that there was someone in bed with
him. The last two realizations came relatively close, one behind the
other, and Rollie glanced around the room he was in to make sure it was
his own. Yep. He was in the loft.
Rollie stopped cursing as he saw something across the room in a chair; a
shirt that looked suspiciously like the one Angie had been wearing
yesterday. Rollie’s heartbeat quickened as he studied the shirt more
closely. There was a streak of white paint along the side of the shirt;
Angie had gotten a mark like that when she was helping Rollie paint a
set yesterday. Rollie forgot about his shoulder and how much it hurt and
instead tried to figure out if the scenario he was beginning to realize
was actually possible. The more he thought about it, the more likely it
seemed to be true.
A low groan escaped his throat. This was SO not good........
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It was pretty obvious to Angie now who was in the bed beside her. She
just stared at his back, willing him to turn around and get it over
with. She also hoped that he would turn around soon because Angie felt
like she was either going to faint or throw up if he didn’t do it soon.
Maybe both.
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‘Okay,’ Rollie thought, ‘it’s now or never’. He tried to psych himself
up before he turned around, but somehow knowing what he was going to
find was worse than not knowing what he was going to find. He took a
deep breath- and turned around to look into Angie’s eyes, which were
staring back at him in horror.
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Even though Angie knew that it was Rollie, a small piece of her had
clinged to the hope that she was wrong. It never once occurred to her
that if they were in Rollie’s bedroom.......... But Rollie had turned
around, and her fears were justified. Her head began swimming
uncontrollably. Her last thought before she blacked out was, Oh-oh, too
late....
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Rollie wished he could’ve seen it coming; Angie’s eyes rolled back into
her head and she fell back- right off the edge of the bed and onto the
floor. He made a frantic grab for her arm but he wasn’t expecting her to
black out and he missed. ‘Probably just as well,’ he thought as he
scrambled out of bed and into a pair of jeans, ‘If I had caught her I
probably would’ve jolted her arm out of her socket.’ He ran around to
Angie’s side of the bed, where the bed sheet she had wrapped around
herself was still on, and knelt down beside her, to make sure nothing
was broken. She was Okay.
“Oh Angie,” He said softly, “I’m so sorry.”
He got up and walked back around the bad, towards the door, heading for
the bathroom so that he could get a cold washcloth for Angie’s forehead.
‘Stupid, stupid, stupid,’ he thought as he reached for the doorknob,
‘How could we have let this happen?’...........
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Jenna awoke with a start, and for a minute she couldn’t figure out why.
Then she realized that it was because a crashing sound had just come
from upstairs. She threw off the blanket she had slept under- she was
still sleeping on the couch in the lounge- and looked up towards the
ceiling as she stood up. Apparently the sound had come from Rollie’s
bedroom, because that’s were Blue was looking, too.
“Hey Bluey,” Jenna said as she wrapped her bathrobe around her, “You
heard that too, huh?” The little dog looked at her, wagged his tail good
morning, then looked back up to the ceiling and whined.
“I’m going,” The girl said in her Australian accent as she grabbed her
glasses off the coffee table and put them on. She started out towards
the stairs to the loft, not sure what to expect when she got up there.
Either Rollie had fallen off the bed or something else up there had
fallen down, and she didn’t know of anything else up there that would
make such a racket. ‘Oh well,’ she thought as she began trudging up the
stairs, ‘I guess I’m gonna find out....’
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Rollie returned to the bedroom with a damp washcloth in his hand for
Angie’s forehead, then closed the door behind him. When he got over to
Angie, she had already regained consciousness and was trying to untangle
herself from the bed sheet she was in. When she saw Rollie, though, she
covered herself up again protectively and glared at him.
“Hey, it’s not just MY fault.” He snapped. Angie’s face crumbled and
Rollie instantly regretted the words. “Here,” he said, trying again,
“Put this on your forehead.” Angie accepted the face cloth and put it on
her forehead, holding it there with both her hands. She looked genuinely
miserable. ‘Well,’ Rollie thought, ‘I can’t blame her. After waking up
to...me...and then falling off the bed, I wouldn’t want to be wrapped in
a bed sheet with my legs on the bed and the rest of me on the floor.
Realizing that must not be a comfortable way to be lying, Rollie bent
down to help Angie up.
“C’mon,” He said, “Let’s get you off the floor.” Angie propped herself
up on her left arm and kept her right hand on the face cloth. Rollie put
one hand on her shoulder and wrapped his other arm around her to help
lift her up. The sheet began slipping off of Angie, and since she had
Rollie supporting her weight now, she grabbed it with her left hand and
hiked it up to her collar bone.
Working together they got the woman off the floor and back onto the bad
fairly quickly and without much fuss. As soon as Angie was back sitting
on the bed, she took the now warm cloth off of her forehead to turn it
around and get the colder part against her now throbbing head. But
Rollie, who was sitting across from her, got a worried expression on his
face and moved her arm aside. He put a hand up to her forehead and
brushed some of her hair out of the way.
“You’re going to have a good bump on your face before the day is out.”
He said. Angie groaned. As if enough hadn’t already gone wrong today.
“You must’ve gotten it when you fell off the bed.” He said. Rollie
turned her face towards the bright sunlight to get a better look at the
injury, and Angie didn’t bother to resist.
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Jenna stepped onto the second floor and began down the hall to Rollie’s
bedroom. When she reached it, she put a hand on the knob and knocked
quietly on the door.
“Rollie?” She asked quietly through the door. “Rollie? Are you okay?” No
response. Jenna opened the door and stepped into the room, afraid that
maybe Rollie HAD fallen out of bed and knocked himself unconscious. The
sight that met her eyes was not one of Rollie on the floor, out cold,
though; it was one of Angie wearing only a bed sheet and her brother in
only his jeans, sitting within a foot of each other with Rollie
caressing Angie’s face.
Jenna let out a yelp of shock and stepped quickly back out into the hall
again, closing the door and pressing her back against it, with one hand
over her mouth and the other still on the doorknob, her eyes shut in
disbelief.
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Angie and Rollie didn’t know what event had just occured. They were
still looking at the door, wondering what the hell had just happened.
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Jenna opened her eyes and lowered her hand from her mouth to her
stomach. She took a deep breath.
“You......guys.....all right in there?” The girl managed to choke out,
with no small amount of wincing.
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The two inside the bedroom looked at each other doubtfully.
“Yes, Jenna. We’re fine.” Rollie finally responded as Angie groaned for
the umpteenth time that day, then slumped back onto the bed.
“Well.....okay, then.” Came the shaky response from the other side of
the door. Rollie and Angie listened as the girls footsteps receded down
the hallway.
Rollie looked at Angie and sighed. “Wanna split up until the shock wears
off and we realized what we’ve done?” He asked, half in joke. To his
surprise, Angie nodded solemnly. Rollie raised his eyebrows and got off
the bed, walking over to where his t-shirt was on the floor
from......er.....the night before. Which, Rollie now realized, he could
remember NOTHING of. He glanced over to Angie as he pulled the shirt on.
She was lying with her eyes closed on the bed, one hand on her forehead
where she had bumped her head. Rollie wondered if she could remember
anything.
‘Oh well,’ He thought as he finished putting the shirt on and started
towards the door. ‘If she does, now is NOT the time to ask her.’ He
slipped through the door and started downstairs. From halfway down the
stairs he could see Jenna sitting backwards on the couch, watching his
descent warily. We stopped on the stairs and they stared at each other
for a moment, then he finished coming down and strode over to her.
“If you tell a single soul about this.........”
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Angie heard the door click shut behind Rollie and opened her eyes. Her
insides were all messed up. She couldn’t remember a thing that had
happened.
She threw the bed sheets off of herself and began searching for her
clothes. She headed first for the chair and pulled her shirt on, then
found some other articles of clothing behind the chair. As she began
pulling them on, she began worrying about what had gone on last night.
When she had finished dressing she was still as clueless as before. The
only thing she knew was that, right now, she felt like crap.
