13 April 2012 - Friday
“I’ll see ya next week, man.”
“Yeah, right back atcha,” I said as my best friend left for the week end. He came up to my single before he had to go. I was staying here, because I didn’t want to drive all the way from Philly to Raleigh twice in one weekend.
The door shut behind him, and I turned back to my desk. He’d interrupted my French homework. I wanted to get it done today so that I could spend the rest of the weekend on my computer. I spent a lot of time and money on my baby, and it showed. My six screen set up took up an entire corner of the room, and the large CPU left little room under my computer table for my legs. Two of my screens had stories on them constantly, one is being read, and the other is being written. I generally have my email up on a third screen and Facebook on a fourth. I use the two middle ones for surfing the web.
Finishing my French, I rolled my chair over to my computer and nudged the mouse. All six screens returned at the same time, and I brought my mouse to the center screen. I began to pull up Starcraft, when I remembered that I needed to get my mail because the university post office staff gets angry if you let the mail sit there for too long.
I got up and grabbed my cell phone and keys and went down stairs. The mailboxes for my dorm are in this room with a large glass wall staring out over a large grassy field. I tend to stare out every time I go in there, and today was no exception. After I checked my mail, empty as usual, I stood there for a second watching the wind blow through the trees.
I was about to turn to head back to my room, when everything started changing colors. My first thought was that someone had been smoking something in here earlier, but I didn’t smell anything odd. I decided to head outside to investigate.
I got out the door and looked around. Everything looked…pink? Why was everything pink? I looked up towards the sky, and saw a sea of pink dotted with clouds that looked like cotton candy. I must be really tired, I thought, if the world is pink. The wind picked up slightly, and brought the sweet smell of chocolate to my nose from the direction of the cafeteria. Most people were at home, so the cafeteria should be relatively empty and that whatever-it-is smelt really good, so I decided I would go get some of whatever-it-is.
As I’m making my way towards the cafeteria across aforementioned field, I stumbled over something. I regained my balance, I hope no one saw that, and looked back at what had tripped me. To my shock, there was a naked person laying there, face down in the grass. They were thin, incredibly thin, and the upper half of the torso, along with the head, was covered by long pink-and-white striped hair, which made me believe they were female.
Fearing the worst, I stooped down towards her. I took her slender wrist in my hand, it’s so tiny! and sought out a pulse. I sighed in relief as I easily found it. I looked her over without moving her, yep, definitely a girl, and didn’t see any signs of injury. I looked around, and, not seeing anyone, returned my attention to her. I gently rolled her over to see a gorgeous face and the trimmest figure I have ever seen. Blushing, I did the only thing I could think of. I gently lifted her, bridal style, she’s incredibly light, too, and carried her up to my room.
I made it up to my floor and, standing outside my door, struggled to get my keys out of my pocket and open the door. I laid her on my bed and brought the covers over her figure. As I dropped the blanket, she shifted and ended up curled up and looking adorable.
My blush intensified, and I looked away quickly. I made myself get up and leave her to sleep. I walked over to my mini kitchen, and fixed two glasses of water, carrying one over to the bedside table. I pondered what she was doing here. Could she have been high? That sounds likely. I sat down at my computer and adjusted one of my three webcams to look at the unconscious girl in my bed and had it show on my upper middle screen. I then pulled open a browser page and opened up Google. I searched for ‘missing person Philadelphia’ and found the PPD missing person report page and typed in a description of her. Nothing came up.
Well, that was a bust. What else could I try? I went back to Google, but before I could begin to try to find more of a solution my mind ground to a halt. Waiiit, wait, wait. I spun around to stare at her. There is a beautiful naked girl asleep in my bed. Why am I sitting at the computer?
Because if you weren’t, you would be drooling over her. Now turn back around and let her sleep!
But she looks so adorable!
Control yourself! Just ignore her and get back to the keyboard. I spun back around and was about to resume the search, when I heard the most beautiful gasp. My gaze jumped up to the upper screen with the live feed on it to see her sitting up with her eyes wide. I hope this thing is recording.
I spun around to look at her. I’m gonna get dizzy if I keep this up. The blanket was bunched up on her lap. The first thing my eyes met was here chest, and I blushed hard. I quickly tore my eyes up to her face and saw her gorgeous purple eyes. Is that even possible? Her eyes were huge, and I could see the shock seeping out. That shock then morphed into fear when her eyes found me, and my first instinct was to go over and comfort her. I began to get up and her eyes got even wider. How is that possible!?! She slowly backed up into the corner that my bed sat in and I could tell that she was about to bolt.
Her mouth began to open and close, as if trying to grasp onto nonexistent words. “Wh-wh-wh-what are y-y-you?” she stuttered out.
I stopped as she said that. What? “Are you okay?”
“You can talk?” She sounded really surprised.
And I was confused again. “Yes, of course I can talk. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“D-d-don’t hurt me.” She said this last part really quietly.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I just want you to calm down so that you can tell me how you ended up on the lawn, naked.”
She slowly began to calm down, and I sat down on the edge of the bed. She looked up at me, her eyes were still wide. “Who are you?” She was still being very quiet.
“My name is Thomas Allen, and I’m a student here at DU. And I now I want to know who you are.”
She looked down and to the side, as if she couldn’t bear to look at me anymore. “Um, my name is Elizabeth, but my alias is Lis.”
“Can I call you Lis?” She nodded. “Well then, Lis, are you alright?” She nodded again. “Well, that’s good. Can you tell me how you ended up unconscious and naked on the campus commons?”
She tilted her head at me, like a dog does. “But I never wear clothes.”