Girl Inside My Head

I had a couch in my head? I mean, my attic? I didn’t have any recollection of this. Then again, I hadn’t been up there in a while. In more ways than one.

I swallowed. Corrupted willingly? I sat down on the couch beside her, looking around a little nervously. "Right. Well, if you’re gonna be here for a while, we should occupy ourselves then, no? I’ve got plenty of board games, a Wii with Guitar Hero—

I was cut off mid-sentence when Jackie claimed my mouth with hers. Clearly the options I offered for entertainment were not up her alley, because she had grabbed my head and pulled it towards her, kissing me again. I turned on my side to face her, scooting closer as I reached out to wrap my arms around her waist.

The rest was a blur. I rarely have these kind of …intense dreams, but this won out over them all. I made a point of holding myself up in my room for the length of Jackie’s geas—I was terribly ill, I told my friends, but assured them I’d be 100% by tomorrow.

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