The sound of laughter filled the air, as Marcus spun around to try to find the source. When he did his eyes locked on a door, the sound coming from it seemed normal enough as he moved toward it. He reached out and touched the polished bronzed handle looking up as he did.
“Ah…this one doesn’t have a symbol?” inquired Marcus as he pulled the handle, not noticing the handle had turned from a bronze to a pink color. There was a blinding flash and next thing he knew he was lying on the ground in a pile of dust and his whole body hurt.
“My God are you ok?” yelled Oliver’s voice as he heard him come down the stairs and fall to his knees beside him.
“Son of a bitch.” Cursed Marcus as he rolled over and looked at the ceiling, it was covered with spider webs and looked like it was ready to go at any moment. At first he was confused, wasn't there a bunch of doors and he had walked through one, no he though I must have hit my head on the way down. “Why did I let you convince me to come here?”
“Sorry, come on lets get out of here.” Said Oliver as he helped Marcus up and for a moment they stayed rather close together, causing Marcus to fight down a blush.
“Sorry about your jeans.” Said Oliver suddenly as Marcus noticed his jeans where ripped from his fall.
“My mom is going to kill me, they were brand new” Groaned Marcus “Come on let’s get out of here.”
They got out of the house and made it to where Oliver had parked his car, they got in and headed toward Oliver’s house.
“Well that was a waste…sorry about that.” Apologized Oliver as Marcus shrugged.
“We had nothing else planned.” Said Marcus as they went on down the road, as they did suddenly Oliver reached his hand over and rested it across the back of his shoulder. Marcus just sat there his heart racing not sure what to do, he just froze and said nothing until finally they reached his house. Oliver removed his arm as they got out and headed inside.
When they entered everything seamed normal, he would have called out to his parents but he knew they had late meetings tonight and wouldn’t be home until much later and his younger sister was at a friend’s house tonight.
“Why don’t you clean up, you took a good fall.” Advised Oliver as Marcus looked in the mirror by the door. He was covered with dirt and grim.
“Not a bad idea, wait here.” Said Marcus as he walked upstairs passing by some framed photos of his family, he had done this countless times so he paid them no mind. What he didn’t notice was instead of him in the photos standing where he would normally be there was a young women who looked a lot like him.
He entered his room to find it normal enough, maybe a little cleaner then normal so he didn’t even notice. He threw down his wallet and cell phone on the bed and headed to the dresser, as he reached in and pulled out a sports bra and panty set, he still failed to notice anything was different. His eyes focused for a moment on the pictures of him on the girls high school volleyball team or the picture of that same women and Oliver standing side by side at Prom. He focused on them for a moment and smiled, still not fully understanding what was happening. He walked to the door and yelled down.
“I am going to take a quick shower, feel free to watch some TV.” Yelled Marcus down the stairs
“Ok.” Yelled Oliver as Marcus locked the bedroom door and headed toward the shared bathroom he and his sister shared. He was about to open it when her cell phone alarm went off. He turned and looked toward the bed to see the phone and wallet had been replaced with a small purse. He walked over his brain still not fully realizing what was happening and canceled the alarm before reaching into the purse again and downing two birth control pills like it was nothing. Once done he turned and walked into the bathroom locking the door behind him as his room changed even more into Her Room.