Now that Sharon was safely in bed, and she was fast asleep due to the fact she was shattered after "dozing off in the bath", Jim had the house to himself. That would be only if he was really quiet though. As he walked down the stairs, a smirk formed on his mouth, and entering the sitting room, his smirk turned into a smile as he saw wat lay on the floor. A naked, shivering Sharon clone. Stopping for a moment to gain his composure, he took in a breath, then fell at the side of his girlfreind's double.
"My god, Sharon, What happened? Are you alright?"
The shuddering double leant in against him and cried.
"I...don't know...i was asleep on the couch and...and..." she wept into his T-Shirt. Tim petted her hair and smelled it. Unbelievable. Even her hair smelt just like her real counterpart. Jim glanced at the window and saw light creeping over the hills in the distance. Turning back to the helpless pod person, he whispered to her.
"Shh, shh. It's ok now. Listen, i've got to head out for a while. I've asked a freind to come over after seeing you. This is Melissa."
Sharon (or rather her double) looked up, with tear-stained cheeks, and merely looked at Melissa before standing up, a glazed expression on her face. Jim stood up as well, and looked at both of them. What was this? Unless somehow they knew who was a pod person and who wasn't...must be a built in communication device. Both of them had their eyes closed, and the only movement was the REM (rapid eye movement). Then as quickly as it had started, both Melissa and Sharon opened their eyes and smiled wickedly.
Jim gazed curiously at both of them, the shrugged and turned to leave, picking up the plant in the process, being careful not to get attacked. He had work to do.
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He had rememebered that it was his little sister's birthday today. Edith was 20, and when Jim was still at college and had his house parties a few years back, Edith always used to get hit on by his buds. Sure, it made Jim furious when both she and one of his freinds went upstairs for...whatever they did, but Edith was a slut anyway. It didn't suprise him in the slightest.
It took about 5 hours to drive across state to his sister's house. A leafy suburb with a 5 bedroomed house. Jim's parents never hid their affection for their favourite daughter, the youngest of the bunch, and this just proved how much they loved her more than him. What did he get? A crappy 1-bedroomed bungalow. Man, it sucked being the only son.
He pulled up in the driveway at about 10am. Sure enough, there was a party going on. Turning the car alarm on as he walked up the path to the front door, the plant in his hand remained strangely still. Wierd. Pressing the doorbell, he soon realised his efforts were in vain as the front door swung open and loud music pounded out. College kids were running about, drinking, laughing, smoking all kinds of shit. Somehow Jim knew where Edith would be, and headed up the stairs to her bedroom.
As he opened the door, he saw Edith and a young man making out on the bed. Thankfully they hadn't seen him. Silently, he crept in and placed the plant on the other side of the bed to them, and crept back to the door before really starting.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
Both Edith and freind jumped and broke away from each other. What Jim hadn't been able to see is that this BOY had his hand up Edith's top, and had hastily retreated from his newfound territory. But not quickly enough. Jim smiled inside his head, as he strode over to the kid and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.
"I won't have my sister assaulted by a low-life trashbag like you!"
"But...but..."
"Get out of this house!Think yourself lucky, as next time it'll be the .22 for you!"
Edith's crys of "Chad! Chad!" went unheeded as Jim promptly threw him out of the door. Turning around, he locked the door out of sight of his sister. The eyes of his sister burned red with anger as she clambered over the bed and stormed towards him.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR? That was my BOYFREIND!" she hit him with feeble slaps as he picked he up off the floor. Jim smiled as the first tendril wrapped around her ankle, and he put his hand over her mouth to stop the screaming.
Fri Dec 24 05:33:35 2004