Carly didn't know what to do. Should she talk to him? He didn't look like he wanted to talk to her. He had rolled over and was reading a book.
In the air, her options appeared again. She didn't bother looking at them. She had a mind of her own, she'd do this her way.
"Um, so don't you have a roommate?" she asked, and the words vanished. Sam didn't look up from his book.
"I didn't want one."
"I'm sorry." Carly said, looking at the ground. "I'll try not to get in the way."
"Um...where should I sleep?" she asked, and they looked over to the empty space where a second bed should be. He pointed at it, shoving one of his extra blankets off the ground, and throwing down a pillow.
"Oh, thank...you." she said, going over. She curled up in a ball. She wasn't tired. It was barely time for sleep.
"Hey, what are you reading?"
He was a hard guy to get along with, clearly. She sighed, and closed her eyes.
She woke up a few hours later, and for a second thought that she was back at home, because she was in a bed. But when she rolled over to look, she saw that Sam was on the ground where she had been a few hours before.
Oh, he was actually kind of nice, wasn't he?
She got up, not tired anymore, and went over to the book he had been reading. It wasn't as dark as she had imagined. On the cover was a puppy. She smiled. He was cute, in his own way.
"Hey, don't look at my stuff." he said gruffly, and she saw him sitting up, blushing in the dark.
"Oh, sorry." she said, going back over to the bed. It was silent for a moment. Then he coughed.
"It's not mine. It's...my sister's...I just ran out of stuff to read."
"Okay." Carly agreed, but she didn't believe him. She hid her smile.
The next morning, she woke up to Sam shaking her.
"You're going to be late if you don't get ready." he said, and she groaned and climbed out of the bed. Did she really have to go to school? She didn't even have any clothes to change into in.
Sam left her alone, heading to class. She went into his bathroom and found some toothpaste and a hairbrush. She sighed.
In class, nobody seemed to notice she was wearing the same thing. But they might if she kept doing it.
When she passed by Derek, she smiled at him.
"Thank you." she said, and he looked up from the pencil he'd been rolling up and down the desk.
"Yeah. No problem." he said. "How'd it go?"
"It went okay."
Clark went by her at that moment, and accidentally bumped into her, knocking the binder and pencils from his hands.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" she said, bending down to pick them up.
"It's okay." the British boy said, helping her. "My fault."
Carly saw a peice of paper on the ground, and her eyes scanned it a little. It was a poem. But before she got the chance to look at it better, it was taken away and put in the binder.
"Thank you." he said, and she nodded, standing up. He eyed her for a second.
"Didn't you wear that yesterday?"
Uh oh. She had been discovered. She smiled and laughed.
"Yeah. I woke up late, and didn't have time to change."
He smiled. "Well, that's okay, it looks good on you."
She blushed and her eyes widened.
"Oh. Thank you."
Why were all these guys being so nice to her? Was it because she was the main character? Did they somehow know that?
Well, there was no point in trying to fall in love with one of them, since they were just fake.
But how would she get out of the game, and back home?
Maybe she...had to beat the game?
Maybe the only way she could go back was by falling in love with one of them.
Well, fine. She would, if she had to. It didn't matter, because they were fake, and leaving them would be easy.
Remember that, she told herself, they're fake.
Which one should she get together with? she wondered, looking around the room at the boys.
She shook her head. She'd decide later.
After she'd bought some clothes.
But where was she going to get the money for that?
After school, instead of going back to Sam's right away, she decided to look around for a job. She went up and down the virtual streets, looking into the stores. She eventually came to a cute looking cafe, and when went in, the boy running the place turned to her.
"What do you want?" he asked. She smiled as polietly as she could.
"I was wondering if I could get a job here."
He looked at her, taking in her appearance. She did the same. He was tall, probably around eighteen, and had blond hair down to his shoulders, streaked black, pulled into a little ponytail.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Do you have working experience?"
He sighed. "At least your honest." He motioned to the back room. "Your outfit's back there. Go change, you start now."
She blinked, surprised, but didn't argue.
"Um...thanks." she said, and when she came out, she saluated him.
"Ready to go boss."
"Good. Go sweep the floor."
Oh. She wanted to be a cute waitress. She'd work her way up there.
"What's your name?" she asked him, and he looked up from his papers.
"Thanks for the job!"
Then she went to sweep. As she did, she heard beautiful music coming from behind her. She turned, and was surprised to see Ranson, playing at a piano.
"Ranson!" she said, going over. He looked up in surprised, grinning when he saw her.
"You work here?" he asked. She grinned and said, "I just started."
"This will be so much fun, working together." he said, pointing at his piano. "I provide music."
She stared at the piano. "I didn't know you played! You're very good!'
He blushed. "Thanks. My mom taught me...before..." and then he trailed off and kept playing.
"Well, tallk to you later."
"Okay!" she said, running to do her job.
Don't get your hopes on her getting with Josh.
That character is based off my brother.
Sorry I was late on the update!