Colpo di fulmine

[J]

Logan’s deep brown eyes scanned the drenched highway in annoyance, rain was pouring down on the trip to his lake house. He glanced at his best friend, Desiree, her bare feet were propped up on the dashboard; her chair reclined slightly. “You ready to ruff it this week?” He joked in Russian, their secret language. They both spoke Russian fluently and used it when they didn’t want others listening in or to have a conversation where no one else to could interject. Logan’s lake house was not an everyday sort of place; it cost more than a normal person could even imagine spending on their own house. However, he considered this vacation to be “roughing it” because of the smaller staff; there would only be one cook, three maids and one valet. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the iPod to change the song. “Are we there yet?” Westley asked in a whiny voice from the back seat Brooklyn laughed. “Daddy, Westley hit me!” She whined out. Logan glared at them through the rearview mirror; “Don’t make me beat you again, Westley. Desiree smirked, and glanced back at the trio in the backseat. Brooklyn, James and Westley were three best friends and far too close for their own good. A strange closeness that constantly left Logan wondering just how close they really were; James and Westley had been sneaking kisses to Brooklyn the entire ride. Brooklyn was sitting between Westley and James; the three of them were tangled up in each other. Westley had his feet propped on the back of Logan’s chair, giving Brooklyn more room to stretch out and lay all over her boys.

Logan pulled off the highway onto an access road and after a few minutes reached the neighborhood to his waterfront lake house. He pulled up to the front door, the rain was falling harder and the thunder was getting much louder. Lightning flashed overhead as the valet walked up to the car. Logan muttered under his breath, the valet was not carrying an umbrella. He rolled down his window half way, “How the hell are we supposed to get out in this weather?” He asked the valet trying to restrain his anger until the right moment. The valet’s eyes grew wide in fear, “I—“Logan shook his head and looked away. “Fine, we’ll just get completely soaked.” He grumbled as his friends began gathering up their stuff and climbing out. “Make yourself useful and get the luggage inside before everything gets ruined.” He said as his friends all rushed inside. The valet quickly ran to the back of the car and began grabbing luggage and rushing it inside. Logan sighed in annoyance and then smiled a little; honestly, he loved messing with people like that. He chuckled and climbed out of the car leaving the keys in the ignition for the valet to take care of.

Brooklyn ran out of the house and climbed into the backseat, her butt sticking up into the air getting soaked in the rain. “Brooklyn, come on!” Logan called to her. “My phone!” She said stuffing it into her pocket and raced toward him. She stepped in a muddy spot, slipped and fell hard to the ground. Logan grabbed her arm to pull her up and felt heat streak through his body; he gasped as he fell to the ground beside Brooklyn. “Brooklyn!” Westley and James shouted in unison as they ran outside and grabbed Brooklyn in a big hug. “Are you guys okay?” Westley asked his dark green eyes wide. “What are you talking about?” Logan asked as he pulled himself up off the ground, Desiree had suddenly appeared beside him, her royal blue eyes questioning. He smiled at her and touched her arm, letting her know he was fine, why was she worried? “Logan, you guys were just struck by lightning.” Westley said as he and James helped Brooklyn up.

[Free]

Brooklyn stuck her tongue out at Westley, “Make me!” she yelled in a voice a bit too loud for the small space inside the car. She could see in her peripheral vision that Logan was giving her a look through the rearview mirror, but she didn’t care. They had been driving in the car for hours and Brooklyn was ready to stretch her legs, and of course having a cigarette would just be a bonus. Westley hit her playfully on the shoulder, but before she could respond he whined, “Are we there yet,” to Logan. Picking up on the childishness of the moment, Brooklyn chimed in, “Dad-dyyy! Westley hit me!” Brooklyn could see Logan glaring at them in the rearview mirror and she laughed. “Oh lighten up, Logan. I’m sure the rain’ll stop at some point. You don’t have to take it personally.” From the look on his face, she surmised that he didn’t find it amusing. Brooklyn leaned to one side to catch a glimpse of Desiree and noted a smile on her lips. At least someone appreciated their antics. Brooklyn laughed at Logan called out, “Don’t make me beat you again, Westley.” Brooklyn shifted back to her former position with her head in James’s lap and her feet in Westley’s lap. She had had some trouble initially with the seat belt, but they were now seeing eye to eye, mostly because she had taken it off thirty minutes into their car trip.

Brooklyn glanced out the window and noted with great pleasure that they were finally pulling off the highway. She was about to reach for her bag of chips, when James leaned over and caught her off guard with a kiss. She returned it, and then glanced at Logan, but he appeared to still be glaring at the road. She leaned back and sighed. What better way to spend the summer than with the people you love? Eventually, Brooklyn felt the even rhythm of the tires against the ground change, denoting their arrival, but she waited until the car actually stopped before she started to stir. Looking at Westley and James, she felt bad for them. Although the car they’d chosen was spacious and comfortable, they had not been able to stretch out like she had done throughout the ride. When they finally reached the estate, Logan’s “small” house, a servant darted over to the car. From his uniform, Brooklyn could tell that he was the valet. After a brief conversation with the valet, which left him trembling, everyone proceeded into the house except Logan. He stayed outside to torment the valet. It was a wonder that none of them quit for all the stress in their lives. While she found these scenes somewhat amusing, she also felt a little bad for them. It was no surprise why none of the servants liked Logan.

Since the valet had gathered their belongings and was teetering toward the house with their various suitcases, there was nothing left for the group to do, but lounge on the couches in the living room. Brooklyn absently reached into the pocket of her jeans for her cell phone. She felt around inside the tiny pocket, but it was empty. “Dammit,” Brooklyn muttered as she stood up from her position on the couch. Westley asked her what was wrong. “Oh, nothing, I just left my cell phone in the car.” James and Westley immediately offered to get it for her, but she declined. “I’m a big girl, I can get it myself.” She laughed as she headed for the front door. “Sometimes you guys are too much,” she called from the entryway. Brooklyn walked the short distance from the house to the car in a matter of moments and pulled open the back door. Logan was still having it out with the poor valet, who, in all fairness had no control over the weather or any of the other problems that Logan seemed to be blaming on him. Brooklyn climbed into the seat and looked around, but didn’t immediately see her cell phone. She reached her hand between the smooth leather of the seat, but all she found was an earring. Finally, she spotted it on the floor. “AHA! There you are, you naughty cell phone!” She placed it triumphantly back into her pocket and then stepped back out onto the puddles forming under the car. Lightning cracked nearby and she saw it strike a tree only twenty feet away.

Time to get inside! She closed the door and started for the house at a jog. Logan had given up with the valet and was heading inside too, when suddenly her feet came out from beneath her. She tried to regain her balance, but she had not chosen to take the paved area to the door because this was faster and she slipped in the mud. Her clothes soaked through immediately as she the soft, warm mud hit her. Logan must have seen her fall, because when she sat up, mud dripping from her hair, he was there offering her a hand up. She grabbed his hand gratefully. At that moment, she a bolt of lightning come down from the sky and strike Logan. She could feel the buzzing move through her body. Her muscles hurt as they contracted and the vibration moved through her on its path to the earth. Then there was nothing. What had felt like minutes had been mere fractions of a second.

Brooklyn opened her eyes to Westley and James’s worried expressions. Why am I sleeping in the mud? she wondered briefly. As she concentrated, the memory of what had just happened came back to her. James and Westley each grabbed one of Brooklyn’s hands and yanked her to her feet. She expected to feel pain, and was worried about the effect of electricity on her body, but she felt fine. Is this how everyone feels after they’re struck by lightning? “I’m fine,” Brooklyn said with a reassuring smile. There might be problems later that they would have to deal with, but right now she felt great. Westley suggested that they go to the hospital to make sure. Brooklyn considered that, it seemed like a good idea, but they’d just gotten to the lake and it seemed like such a waste to head back into town again. “I don’t think that’s the best idea. We should stay inside until the storm passes. I’d rather not be struck by lightning twice in one day.” The troupe moved inside.

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[J]

Westley tried to stretch his back and longs legs as best as he could in the small space of the backseat; a couple of hours seemed like a lot more when you were squished into a tiny space and someone was laying half on top of you. He loved having Brooklyn lay so close to him, but he was starting to get cabin fever; “Hey, I know you could ride on the roof!” He said and laughed at Brooklyn, as he tried to force her back into an upright position. His left thigh had fallen asleep half an hour ago, her legs and feet were sprawled on top of him making it difficult to move his lower half. “Make me!” She shouted, Westley glanced at Logan’s dark eyes in the rearview mirror, he was already pissed. He hit Brooklyn lightly on the shoulder and then joined in on her small dose of childish humor. “Are we there yet?” He asked mimicking a child’s voice; “Daddy Westley hit me!” Brooklyn whined out, making Westley laugh, even James smiled a little. He looked a little claustrophobic too, Brooklyn was leaning on top of him, and she wasn’t good at staying still. Brooklyn told Logan to lighten up and Westley glanced at the front seat again, hoping they weren’t pushing Logan too far. Logan’s mood swings were definitely not something to tamper with. “Don’t make me beat you again, Westley.” Logan said, Westley sighed in relief; good they hadn’t pushed him over the edge, not yet anyway.

Brooklyn leaned forward again and James distracted her by giving her a kiss; Westley smiled, an easy way to make her be still at least for the moment. He loved the relationship the three of them had; “friends with benefits” except nothing too drastic. The three of them agreed “going all the way” was a little too extreme and could interfere with their friendship. Finally Logan pulled up in front of the lake house, a man in uniform came out immediately and Logan began torturing him. Everyone else jumped out quickly and ran inside to escape the rain and Logan’s wrath. Westley dropped his stuff on the king size bed he and his two best friends would be sharing during the vacation and stretched his arms high in the air. “Oh man, that’s better!” He said, popping his back and then settled down on one of the couches in the living room. Brooklyn jumped up, searching her pockets. “What’s the matter?” He asked running his hands through his golden blonde hair, what was it about a long car ride that made you restless and tired at the same time?“Oh nothing, I just left my cell phone in the car.” She said, Westley smiled a little, “I’ll get if for you.” He said, he wanted to do something, anything really. “I’m a big girl, I can get it myself.” She laughed as she headed for the front door. “Sometimes you guys are too much.”

“Oh I see, bored with us already?” Westley called out as she shut the door behind her, he sighed and stretched out his long legs and kicking off his damp flip-flops He sat up when he heard a loud thunder clap, he jumped up and looked out the window, a tree not too far way had been hit by lightning. “Maybe they should get back inside.” He said as he watched Brooklyn shut the car door and then slip and fall; Logan leaned over to pick her up and then a bolt of lightning stuck Logan. Westley gasped and ran to the door, James on his heels. “Brooklyn!” He cried rushing towards her, Logan was lying next to her on the ground; they were both completely soaked through. “Brooklyn, wake up!” He said picking her up and holding her close, she opened her eyes as he and James helped her up. “You okay?” He asked worriedly, “Maybe, we should get you to the hospital.” He said the car was still parked they could just jump back in and go. “I don’t think that’s the best idea. We should stay inside until the storm passes. I’d rather not be struck by lightning twice in one day.” James opened the door for Brooklyn to walk through and both boys followed her closely, Westley glanced at James. “Guys we’re fine.” Logan insisted as he flopped down on the couch, “Our only problem is we’re very wet.” He muttered and stripped off his shirt as he spoke and tossed it to the floor. “I’m starving.” He shouted out, probably announcing to the cook in the kitchen that he should have dinner ready by the time he had changed his clothes. “Yeah, I’m hungry too.” Brooklyn said heading to their room, the valet had successfully dropped off their luggage and a maid was putting their things away in the dressers and huge walk in closet. “And you’re sure you’re okay?” Westley asked as the maid finished up and left the room. Brooklyn grabbed some dry clothes and stripped off her top and shorts. She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, guys, I’m perfect, never better.” Westley was momentarily distracted by her partially naked form; he looked away and hoped she wouldn’t take offense. It was normal for them to change in front of each other, but they didn’t make him any more immune to the fact that she was incredibly beautiful. “Okay, but if you start freakin’ out or anything, we are taking you to the doctor no exceptions.” Westley said sitting down on the bed, forcing himself to look away from her as she put on her dry clothes.

[Free]

Brooklyn opened her eyes. Sunlight was streaming through the window. She blinked. She was used to sleeping in a dark cave. She had heavy curtains in her room at home that blocked out all sunlight. She was generally an early-riser, but Westley and James often slept in and appreciated the darkness. She yawned and closed her eyes. She’d been up way too late last night to be getting up this early. She felt someone beside her on the right, but her left side was free. She slid to the edge of the bed and stood up. She usually slept between Westley and James, but whoever wasn’t still asleep was probably in the bathroom or something. Brooklyn stumbled out of bed. She realized she was topless, so she grabbed a large t-shirt that was lying on a chair. She didn’t remember going to bed topless, but maybe she’d been changing when she fell asleep. She’d been so tired last night. Brooklyn staggered out into the hallway. She yawned and rubbed her eyes as she headed down the hall. She took a left and then a right. She stopped and looked around. This isn’t the kitchen, she though sleepily. I must have made a wrong-turn. Brooklyn looked around for the correct direction and resumed her search for the kitchen. She attributed her directional problem to the fact that she’d just woken up. When she reached the kitchen, she was surprised to find it empty. She laughed internally. I guess the cook didn’t expect us kids to be up until later. I guess they forgot I get up early.

Brooklyn rifled through the cupboards until she found some cereal. After a bit more poking around she managed to find a bowl, a spoon, a glass, some milk and some orange juice. She was just setting her breakfast on the breakfast nook table when one of the servants walked into the kitchen. Her name was Heidi and when she saw Brooklyn, she immediately stopped and stared, a confused expression on her face. Brooklyn noticed her and smiled at her, but the girl disappeared around the corner. A few minutes later, the chef walked in briskly, apologizing profusely for not being in the kitchen. Brooklyn laughed to herself. Logan’s staff was so uptight. They practically wet themselves when things weren’t perfect. Of course that was really Logan’s fault. He was pretty mean to them. Brooklyn smiled, shook her head and went back to her cereal. The chef gave her a funny look and asked if she wanted to move to the dining room, where there was more space. He said that he would have it set up nicely, but Brooklyn just shook her head. She was fine where she was right now. She was waking up, but she was still pretty tired and didn’t feel like moving. The chef brought her a giant cup of coffee to go with her breakfast before hurrying from the room so that she could continue her meal in peace. They are so weird.

After her breakfast, Brooklyn put her dishes in the sink and wandered around the house. There wasn’t much to do with everyone asleep. She walked outside and stood on the deck looking out at the lake. Sunlight reflected off of the lake’s sparkling, clear waters. In the middle of the lake was a tiny island with a few scattered trees. Brooklyn leaned against the railing. Weird. I thought it came up higher on me…Oh well. It’s so beautiful here. Brooklyn looked back at the house. I can’t believe that they’re sleeping the day away. Brooklyn laughed to herself. Such a pretty day! She walked back into the house and sat down on the couch. She picked up the remote and flipped through the channels. Ugh. Nothing on. Brooklyn switched over the Logan’s DVD collection. She stopped when she found “Treasure Planet.” It was a favorite of James, Westley and hers. Smiling, she continued looking through Logan’s collection. It was more fun to watch together. Brooklyn finally settled on watching an episode of Friends. Brooklyn leaned back against the couch, her legs curled under her. Even with the coffee, Brooklyn was exhausted. After several minutes, she tilted her head back and her eyes slid shut.

[J]

Logan awoke to his right arm tingling, it was trapped beneath something or someone very heavy. He smiled a little and reached his left hand around stroked the girl’s soft hair; it was a little short. Odd, he didn’t usually go for short haired girls, he opened his eyes slightly, she wasn’t moving yet but he didn’t want her to wake up before him. Blonde? Strike two; he hated blondes. He opened his eyes further, and tried to slowly slide his arm out from underneath her. Westley! “Agh!” He jumped up his arm break free and throwing Westley to the floor; he gasped. His arm was so light and thin; he turned his hand palm down, and stared at the long slender fingers. “What?” James voiced popped up behind him and Logan froze. “What the crap Brooklyn!” Westley muttered sitting up and leaning on the edge of the bed and rubbed his face. “Oh shit.” Logan breathed and jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. “Oh shit oh shit.” He murmured over and over again, as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Except, it wasn’t his reflection, the figure in the mirror was Brooklyn. Her brown hair, her green eyes, and her body; he swallowed hard and stared down at himself. This couldn’t be happening; he just needed to snap out of it. All he had to do was wake up from this disturbing nightmare. He shut his eyes tightly and took a deep breath; “Brooklyn? You okay?” Westley’s voice echoed slightly through the door; Logan backed away from it and then realized they expected an answer. “Uh…” That wasn’t his voice, it was Brooklyn’s! “Yeah, I’m fine. I just need to… have some… girl time.” He said hoping that would work, he had no idea what James and Westley would say to that. “Oh, okay.” Logan sighed in relief and then looked back down at himself. Okay, this wasn’t real; it couldn’t be this didn’t happen in real life. It only happened in those ridiculous Freaky Friday movies; he would just make the most of this situation just like he always did. When life hands you lemons make margaritas! He glanced around the bathroom; Brooklyn had laid out her bathing suit with shorts and a small top. He snickered, he had always had a tiny thing for Brooklyn; she was sexy, intriguing, and obnoxious at times. Now, he would see her naked without even having to try. He grabbed the edges of her black camisole and pulled it over his head, dropping it to the floor in triumph. “Very nice.” He whispered and glanced at the door wondering how long he could avoid Brooklyn’s boys. He stripped off her pajama shorts and panties. He shuddered slightly; alright this was getting too creepy; “Okay, time to wake up!” He hissed at himself and wished for his own clothes; this wasn’t funny anymore. He sighed and ran his hand through Brooklyn’s dark hair amazed at how silky and soft it was. He shook his head and hesitantly grabbed her bikini, pulling it on quickly along with the shorts and top. “Okay, now what?”? He muttered and glanced back at the door, he did not wanna go back out there.

He paced in the spacious bathroom for a few minutes; he could barely hear James and Westley talking quietly. Aright, he obviously wasn’t waking up, maybe he had to go along with the dream and then somehow he would wake up back in his own body. Maybe it was one of those weird out of body experiences. Maybe all he had to do was be Brooklyn for a day and then tomorrow he would wake up in his own body sleeping next to Desiree and everything would be perfect! He grabbed a brush and ran it through Brooklyn’s long hair, what else did girls do in the morning? Brooklyn’s makeup bag was sitting on the counter, a face washing and moisturizer was perched on the near the sink. Did Brooklyn wear makeup at the lake? What was the point it would all come off in the water right? He decided to skip that step for today; okay, now to get rid of the boys. How? They were always around; he grimaced as he realized something. He had always wondered just how far the “triplets” took their far too close friendship and now he would find out in the most disturbing way. He shuddered and braced himself before stepping into the bedroom; Westley and James were sitting up in bed flipping through the channels on the plasma. “Hey, I’m gonna go get some breakfast.” He said and then rushed out of the room hoping they wouldn’t follow. He raced into the living room and glanced behind him, good, they had stayed put for now. He turned to walk into the dining room, he froze. His body was lying on the couch. He stared down at himself, was that him in there? The Logan lying on the couch looked exactly like him, but his legs were curled up underneath him, leaning on the poufy armrest his arms curled around a couch pillow. I’ve never looked gayer. He picked up a pillow from the opposite end of the couch and tossed it at his body. He didn’t want to touch it, that was just a little too weird.

[Free]

Brooklyn jerked awake to something soft hitting her in the face. She blinked and yawned. Looking down at the ground where the object had fallen, she noticed that it was a pillow. What? she thought sleepily. She thought that maybe Westley or James had thrown it at her as a joke, but “Get up sleepy-head” had not accompanied the blow. Did I leave the pillow balanced on the top of the couch? It seemed like silly idea, but possible. Brooklyn looked around the room. She jumped when she saw a girl watching her. Curse the maids. Why do they stare? Brooklyn fixed her gaze on the girl, determined to stare back at her until she left the room. When her eyes fell on the figure, she gasped. Staring back at her was…herself! Brooklyn tried to scream, but the sound that erupted from her lips was low and familiar. It wasn’t hers. She jumped up and ran from the room. She raced down the hall and back toward the room she shared with Westley and James. She ran into them in the hallway, almost knocking Westley over. Oh my God, Oh my God. She didn’t apologize, just flung her arms around his waist and tried to bury her head in his chest, but there was a problem. Her arms weren’t around his waist, they were around his chest and she had to bend way down to make her head fit on his shoulder.

Brooklyn jumped back away from Westley. What is going on?! Something was wrong. Brooklyn ran into the bathroom of the room that she shared was James and Westley. She ran right over to the mirror. Looking back at her was…Logan?! Brooklyn screamed and out came Logan’s low, loud yell. Brooklyn clamped her mouth shut. This has to be some sort of elaborate prank. There is no other explanation. But how?… Brooklyn looked down at herself. She touched her arm. She could feel that. There was nothing between Logan’s finger, his arm and her. Brooklyn backed away from the mirror. This is a joke…a dream…something… They lock people up for this kind of thing…People thinking they’re other people. I can’t…I mean…WHAT?! Brooklyn turned around and left the bathroom. Westley and James were staring at her, odd looks on their faces. She knew those looks. They were already looking at her like she was crazy. Something was wrong though. Something was missing. She couldn’t feel them. She couldn’t feel their emotions. All her life she’d been able to sense other’s emotions and emphasize with them because she could imagine what it was like to go through what they were going through, pick up on their emotions and feel how they were feeling. And now it was gone. Just like that.

At that moment, Desiree burst in. She looked livid. “WHAT THE H*LL?!” she yelled. Brooklyn just looked at her. What? What did we do? Desiree stopped when she saw Brooklyn and her face changed. Brooklyn didn’t know the expression meant. Desiree’s voice changed too, “What?” Brooklyn just looked at her. She didn’t know what Desiree wanted or was expecting or why she was looking at her so oddly. Unless… Brooklyn took a step forward, “Uhh…hi?” Desiree just stared at her. “I need to talk to you.” Brooklyn’s body suddenly appeared in the doorway, also requesting to talk to her. As scary as Desiree was at that moment, it was scarier to be called out into the hall by yourself than to deal with Desiree. “Uh…sorry…” Brooklyn said, walking over to Desiree, grabbing her arm and yanking her down the hall, and around the corner. Brooklyn had never done anything quite like that to Desiree. Desiree was nearly unapproachable. You didn’t just walk up to her like that and pull her around the house. She had the feeling that she was about to get it from Desiree for that. Brooklyn stopped when they were out of earshot of everything one else. Looking around, she realized that she had stepped into Desiree and Logan’s room. Oh well. Just another thing to get yelled at for.

To Brooklyn’s surprise, Desiree didn’t look mad. She looked…Brooklyn didn’t know, but it wasn’t mad. Desiree was staring at Brooklyn’s arm. What’s wrong with that? Brooklyn had just linked arms with Desiree the way she would have done to anyone else. The way she had done to James and Westley on several occasions. It was the traditional “girlfriend” grip, the way you grab the arm of your boyfriends and other girlfriends. What is her problem? Desiree jerked her arm free. “What’s wrong with you?” Desiree asked, with that odd look on her face. “Um…what do you mean?” Brooklyn asked, trying to figure out the best way to approach the situation. Does Brooklyn or Logan? Brooklyn wondered. “What do you mean what do I mean?! I mean I wake up to someone yelling only to find out that it’s you. Then I go to see the problem and you’re hanging out in Westley, James and Brooklyn’s room? Desiree had used “Brooklyn” in the third person. Does she see me as Logan too? “I…” Brooklyn didn’t have an answer for her. “…Don’t know?” Desiree took a step away from Brooklyn. “Are you alright?” she asked. “Are you on something?” Brooklyn looked at Desiree. Did they experiment with drugs? “Um…” If they didn’t, then the correct answer was no, but if they did…it could explain the odd behavior in a way that would make sense to Desiree. “I had a headache... Took something I thought was a painkiller. I’m beginning to think it was something else…” Desiree just looked at Brooklyn. Brooklyn didn’t think she was buying it. “Whatever,” was Desiree’s reply. Desiree didn’t say anything else, she just walked out of the room. Brooklyn breathed a sigh of relief. That had gone frighteningly too well. What just happened?

[J]

Logan watched as his body awoke and then started screaming at the sight of him, did that mean that Brooklyn was in there? That would make a lot of scents; he was in her body so maybe they had made some kind of weird switch. His body jumped up and raced down the hall toward the “triplets” bedroom; he heard the bathroom door slam and more screaming. A minute later his body came back out of the bathroom and Desiree burst into the room. “WHAT THE H*LL?!” Desiree yelled and glared at everyone for waking her. She stared at his body with a look of shock and slight betrayal, but it was more than that he could feel her betrayal and the anger emanating from her. His body stared at Desiree looking frightened and nervous, “What?” His body stepped forward, “Uh… hi?” Logan rolled his eyes, yeah that was definitely not him in there, it had to be Brooklyn, if not where else would she be? Logan hurried to grab his body and talk to whoever was in there; they needed stop making him look like a fool. “I need to talk to you.” He said almost in unison with Desiree who gave him a sharp look of annoyance. “Uh… Sorry.” His body said linking arms with Desiree and pulling her down the hallway to the bedroom he shared with Desiree.

Logan stared after them wondering if Brooklyn was in his body how they could possibly switch back. He jumped when an arm looped around his waist, “Brooklyn, are you alright?” Westley was standing far too close. “Yeah, I’m great, I just need to…” Before he could continue Desiree strode down the hallway; more anger and betrayal swept past him. He watched her go outside and disappear onto the porch; he longed to out there with her in his own body and not in here with the clingy twins. “I’ll be right back.” He said to them pulling way from Westley and rushing down the hall to his room. His body was standing next to the bed looking confused and nervous; his body looked up in fright and looked at the door. “Okay, just calm down.” He said to himself holding up his hands, he forced himself not to look at them; it was still so strange to see such small delicate hands and fingers there. “It’s me, Logan.”

“What did you do?” His body asked him, oh right as if he was to blame in all of this. “I didn’t do anything, is…” He stared at his body trying to figure out how to word this. “Who are you?” He asked, watching his body for any sign that it could be Brooklyn. He felt all of these conflicting emotions coming from his body as he watched, “I’m Logan.” His body said trying to pull off an air of confidence. “No… No you’re not; I’m Logan.” He said standing up straight and folding his arms across his chest, he tried to ignore the fact that Brooklyn’s breasts were there. “Yes, I am.” His body said imitating his stance. He smirked, “Oh really?” He said in English and then in Russian, “Let’s go swimming.”

“Y’know I don’t feel like it.” His body said he stepped forward, “Wait a minute, did you actually understand what I just said?” His body gave him a look, “Yeah, of course.” He stared at himself, he was a way better liar than whoever this was, and he didn’t speak that way. This person inside of his body was a nervous almost timid creature. “Alright then, tell me what I said.” His body glanced at the ground and then back at him, “No.” Logan smiled, that did sound a little more like him. “Okay, so if I’m Logan and your Logan, where’s Brooklyn?”

[Free]

Brooklyn just stood there, staring at the doorway Desiree had just exited. What just happened? The words echoed in her head. Brooklyn walked slowly further into the room. She needed to think, but what about? How did one piece something like this together? No one else seems to notice anything different, except perhaps how I’m acting…err…Logan is acting. Maybe I should just act like him. That’ll help me buy time to figure this out. There’s no way I can figure this out with everyone watching me every second and thinking there’s something wrong. That’s it… I’ll just be Logan. I can do that. I’ve been around him long enough. I already have his body and voice. I can be Logan. Can’t I? Brooklyn wasn’t sure that she could be Logan, but what choice did she have? She had never felt more alone than in that moment. She couldn’t tell anyone without them thinking that she was crazy. Brooklyn turned around quickly as someone stepped into the room. At first she thought it might be Desiree coming back to yell at her, but it wasn’t. It was her body. Brooklyn stared. Remain calm. Everything is okay. Just remain calm. Make it think you’re Logan. Everything will be fine. You can straighten this out later. Just remain calm. “Okay, just calm down,” her body told her as it closed the door behind it. Yes. There is nothing calmer than your own body telling you to calm down while it traps you in a room alone with it.

“It’s me, Logan,” was the next thing her body said. Brooklyn just kept staring at her body, trying to remain calm. She didn’t know what to think about that statement. This was just too much. Well I have nothing to lose…Maybe this other person can help me clear a few things up. “What did you do?” she asked, hoping that she would get some useable answer, yet at the same time, dreading the response. The reply was not helpful, “I didn’t do anything, is…Who are you?” Well that’s at least a little comforting. If this person is telling the truth, then maybe he? She? Is in the same boat that I am. She was still very nervous. It was oddly unsettling to be talking to yourself…face-to-face. Brooklyn was worried, and she wasn’t sure she could trust this person who’d taken over her body. Maybe she could just go with her plan. She could just use Logan’s body as a disguise. “I’m Logan,” said, attempting to make Logan’s confidence air, but failing. She was too nervous. Brooklyn could be an incredible liar when the situation called for it, but right now, her head was so full of conflicting emotions she didn’t even think she would be able to convince a little kid of anything, much less whoever was in front of her.

“No…No you’re not; I’m Logan,” the other person said firmly. It was actually a pretty good Logan impression. Brooklyn wondered if maybe he/she was telling the truth. She decided to keep up her act for a bit longer and see what happened. Brooklyn watched herself stand up straight and crossed her arms across her chest. The stance was very Logan. Under difference circumstances, she would have found the image amusing. “Yes, I am.” This time, she spoke with more confidence, but not enough. Her body didn’t believe her, “Oh really?” Her body’s next words were in a language she couldn’t understand. It sounded a little like the language that Logan and Desiree used. Was it? Logan? Brooklyn wished she could understand it so that she could tell whether or not it was right. For all she knew, it was just a good impression. Her body was looking at her, and she assumed that it had asked her a question. She didn’t know what to say. Her body could have been saying anything. If she didn’t respond, the ruse was up. “Uh…Y’know, I don’t really feel like it…” she said slowly, hoping that it was at least a possible response to what he had said. Of course, for all she knew, her body had just asked her the capital of China.

Her body looked surprised by the answer. Did I actually guess right? Brooklyn took a slightly more convincing pose. When her body asked if she actually understood what he said, she said, “Yes, of course,” without hesitation. Her voice was a little weak though. This was so stressful. Her body’s next comment made her freeze, “Alright then, tell me what I said.” She looked at the ground. What now? I have no idea what that meant… How do I be Logan if I don’t know what was said? Brooklyn suddenly had an idea. Maybe she didn’t know how to speak or understand the language, but she did know something that Logan might say if someone demanded something of him that he didn’t want to do. “No.” Brooklyn was happy with that response. The words were firm. It was the closest she had come to a “Logan” response. Hey, I’m getting better at this. Her body tried a different tactic, “So if I’m Logan and you’re Logan, where’s Brooklyn?” Brooklyn stared at him. She had been found out.

There was only one thing left to do. “Don’t be such a wet blanket,” she said, looking directly into his eyes. He smiled at her, “What? I’m not afraid of baked beans.” LOGAN! “Logan!” she yelled as she flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around him. She was so relieved not to be alone anymore that she’d forgotten her new size. She and Logan tumbled to the floor. They landed with Logan’s heavy body on top of her thin one. “Sorry…” she said, her face inches from his. An odd thought popped into her head out of nowhere. How odd to be within kissing distance of yourself. The thought made her laugh. A noise caught her attention and she looked toward the door. Desiree stood in the doorway, an expression she’d never seen before etched across her face. The expression was gone in an instant, and so was she.

[J]

“Don’t be such a wet blanket!” His body said and Logan smiled; Brooklyn. “What? I’m not afraid of baked beans!’ He said laughing a little at their private joke. “Logan!” Brooklyn shouted and flung his body across the room knocking them both to the floor. Logan stared up at himself; this was so strange; if they weren’t switched like this he probably would have kissed her. However, kissing himself was not something he wanted to do under any circumstances. Brooklyn looked up and he followed suit, Desiree was standing in the doorway staring down at them. Logan felt extreme anger, betrayal and a small amount of hurt flowing from Desiree. “Desiree!” Logan shouted hearing Brooklyn’s voice from his mouth. He pulled himself out from underneath Brooklyn, and started to run after her, and then reached back for Brooklyn. “C’mon, you hafta talk to her!” He said pulling her behind him which was a lot harder than he anticipated. Brooklyn just stood there in his body, not resisting but also not willing to follow him. Logan stared at her, “C’mon, I can’t talk to her, I’m you. She won’t listen to anything I say.” Logan said pulling on her hand, it was really his hand and it felt so strange to have her small hand fit into his big one. “What am I supposed to say?” Brooklyn said. Logan sighed and let go of her hand, “Fine, I guess I’ll just go talk to her; then she’ll be so mad that she’ll kick you out of this room and hate you for the rest of the vacation. Sound good?”

“Thanks.” Brooklyn said sarcastically and headed out of the room hopefully to find Desiree. Logan sighed again, this was the weirdest and worst day of his entire life and it wasn’t even lunch time. He sat down on his bed, glancing back at the rumpled sheets, blankets and pillows. Just a few hours ago, he and Desiree had been sleeping peacefully and now she was upset with him and he couldn’t even fix it on his own. He had a feeling Brooklyn would only make things much worse; he may not be able to fix things with Desiree until he and Brooklyn switched back. Wait, could they switch back and how? How had they even become switched in the first place? How did people switch in the movies? He remembered something about a fortune cookie from the Lindsay Lohan Movie but he hadn’t seen many others. They hadn’t eaten Chinese in almost a week and he didn’t like fortune cookies, he had given his to Desiree. That was dumb anyways; you couldn’t switch bodies by getting a fortune cookie. Of course who would have thought that you could switch bodies in the first place? “Brooklyn, you in there?” Westley called out from the living room; Logan rolled his eyes, didn’t these two ever give her a moment of peace? He got up and walked into the living room, James and Westley were both wearing board shorts and t-shirts. He forced a bright smile onto his face which was surprisingly easily, Brooklyn always smiled so her face naturally wanted to form a smile. “Hey,” He said, he had to act like Brooklyn otherwise he might upset these two and upsetting Desiree was enough trouble. They both smiled at him, James patted the spot between them on the couch; “Come sit.” He said and then looked back at the TV, a Friends episode was playing. “’Kay.” Logan said and quickly sat between them trying not to shudder as Westley put an arm across the back of the couch.

He stared blankly at the screen, his mind was elsewhere. He hoped that Brooklyn had at least found Desiree that would be something. If Desiree wanted to hide no one could find her but him, but hopefully she hadn’t gotten too far away. I’m so sorry Des. He sighed and James glanced at her concern and confusion swept over Logan; man what was up with all of these emotions? Brooklyn, you are way more intense than I ever could have imagined. Logan just smiled and forced himself to snuggle up beside him, laying his head on James’ shoulder.

Westley felt Brooklyn run her hand through his hair and smiled a little, he knew she wouldn’t wake them. She usually awoke a couple of hours before him and James, but she was good about entertaining herself. “Agh!” Brooklyn cried out and jumped up, her arm had been underneath his back and the way she pulled away from him knocked him to the floor. He landed on the soft carpet with a muted thud, “What?” He heard James say in a groggy voice. Westley climbed halfway back onto the bed, “What the crap Brooklyn?” He said rubbing his face, why did she have to do that? “Oh sh*t.” She muttered and then ran across the bed and slammed the bathroom door behind her. “What?” Westley said staring after her and then looking at James, he was staring at the bathroom door in confusion as well. Westley pulled himself up using the edge of the bed, he was not really awake yet but he was worried about Brooklyn. She didn’t freak out and cuss like that for no reason. In fact, she wasn’t much of a potty mouth, usually she just burst out with “Oh my gods” but that was about it. “Brooklyn? You okay?” She took a second to answer him, “Uh…” Her voice sounded oddly higher than normal. “Yeah, I just need to… have some… girl time.” She said and then cleared her throat a little. Westley glanced back at James, “Oh okay.” That was weird, but if that was something she wanted to do who were they to object? “What does girl time mean anyway?” Westley asked James as he climbed back onto the bed and leaned against the mountain of pillows. James shrugged, “Who knows,” He said grabbing the remote to the plasma on the wall facing them. He scrolled through the titles of some movies before choosing one. A few minutes later Brooklyn came out of the bathroom and stared at them as if she didn’t know what to do. Westley opened his mouth to ask if she was okay, but she said she going to get breakfast and then raced out of the room. “Okay, that was weird… I thought she wanted girl time?” He said James shook his head and look back at the TV.

A loud scream came from the living room making Westley and James both jump. Westley climbed off the bed and hurried towards the living James close behind him; something must seriously be wrong with Brooklyn. Logan came flying around the corner and crashed into Westley; he wrapped his arms around Westley and put his head on his shoulder. Westley froze in shock; this was not something Logan had ever done. Logan looked up and pulled away quickly and then raced into their bathroom. More screams came from the bathroom; Westley stared back at the door, what was going on around here? Logan came out of the bathroom again after a minute and Westley was almost tempted to back away. He glanced at James who was also staring at Logan; this was extremely weird. “WHAT THE HELL?” Desiree shouted bursting from her bedroom and then staring in shock at Logan. Okay, this had gone too far, Desiree was upset Logan was screaming and Brooklyn was being just plain weird. Westley head spinned as Logan stared at Desiree, “Uh… hi?” What had he been smoking this morning? It was way too early for even Logan to be drinking; maybe a mohito with brunch but that wasn’t that strong of a drink. Brooklyn walked up to stand beside Logan and at almost the same moment Brooklyn and Desiree told Logan they needed to speak with him. “Uh…sorry.” Logan said to Brooklyn and then linked arms with Desiree and pulled her down the hall. What Logan just apologized? That was beyond weird; possibly the strangest thing that had happened all morning except for the fact that he had been screaming.

Brooklyn stood watching Logan and Desiree leave, Westley wrapped his arm around her waist. “Brooklyn, are you alright?” Westley asked her she flinched away from him, “Yeah, I’m great I just need to…” She stopped talking and watched Desiree storm outside onto the porch. “I’ll be right back.” She said and pulled away from and ran down the hall towards Logan and Desiree’s bedroom. Westley stood there his arms falling limp to his sides; she had never pulled away from him like that before and she had certainly never flinched away from his touch. “Okay, um, I gotta say, that hurt.” He said quietly, he glanced at James and sat down on the couch. He sighed and slumped down leaning back on the couch; “You saw that right, I’m not just going crazy?” James frowned and nodded, “Yeah, I did.” Westley stared at the TV he chose Treasure Planet hoping when Brooklyn came back into the living room they could watch their favorite movie together. James sat down beside him leaving a space as always for Brooklyn, it was natural to do so, even when she wasn’t there. Desiree came back into the house and headed to her bedroom ignoring them both as always. “Logan!” They heard Logan shout out with excitement, “Wow, he is really hammered.” Westley muttered and shook his head, James snickered. Desiree rushed back outside, her face full of anger that made Westley shiver slightly. He was definitely weary of Desiree; being on her bad side was not something he ever wanted to do. He could hear Brooklyn saying that Logan should go talk to Desiree but he seemed to be resisting. That was odd, what would make Logan not want to talk to Desiree? They were best friends, why would Logan not want to fix things since she was obviously upset about something. Logan finally appeared in the living room glancing at them pausing to look at the TV screen, “Man.” He muttered in an almost whiny voice and then headed out the door.

Westley glanced back in the direction of Logan and Desiree’s room, “Brooklyn, you in there?” He called out and then regretted it; if she had pulled away from him maybe she didn’t want to be near him. He hadn’t done anything to upset her; at least he didn’t think he had. “Hey,” Brooklyn’s voice popped up beside him, he smiled; maybe everything was okay now. “Come sit.” James said patting the space between them, “Kay.” She said and sat down; Westley decided to push his luck and put his arm across the top of the couch. She did nothing just snuggled close to James, okay that was normal. However, was she just upset with him and not James or was everything back to normal?

[Free]

Logan shouted after Desiree, and Brooklyn couldn’t help but think that again, under different circumstances, this situation would be quite comical. Logan stood up and ran after Desiree, but he stopped just a few feet short of the doorway and turned back. Brooklyn watched her body turned around and look back at her. What am I supposed to do? Brooklyn wondered. Then she remembered. Be Logan. Brooklyn wasn’t sure she could do it anymore. Logan hadn’t believed that she was Logan, and she doubted that she could fool Desiree into thinking that she was the person she spent every second with for the last seven years. It’s one thing to be Logan around people who spend some time with him. It is another thing entirely to do so in front of his other half for large portions of the day Brooklyn thought that she could probably do a better job if she wasn’t freaking out, but simple fact of the matter was that she was not Logan and there was only so long that one could pretend to be someone they’re not. Logan walked back over to her and helped her to her feet. He didn’t let go of her hand when she was standing, but proceeded to try and pull her in the direction Desiree had taken.

Brooklyn just stood there and looked at the door. No. He has to be kidding. What am I supposed to do? I don’t even know the dynamic of their friendship, let alone have any practice in trying to be Logan. Brooklyn almost laughed, trying to think of a scenario in “normal” life in which practicing to be Logan would be of any benefit. Brooklyn wasn’t sure she knew what “normal” life was anymore. This kind of thing was only supposed to happen on TV. “Come on, you hafta talk to her!” Logan insisted. Brooklyn just looked at him, “What am I supposed to do?” Brooklyn’s lips formed a thin line as Logan proceeded to insult her. “Thanks,” Brooklyn said as she walked slowly to the door. At the last moment, just before she passed him, Brooklyn reached out with her right hand and shoved him toward the wall. Ugh. He can be such a jerk sometimes. He wants me to go do him a favor and here he is insulting my intelligence. Brooklyn stormed down the hallway, pausing briefly in the living room to glance at the TV and look longingly at the space between Westley and James. Things were more complicated now.

Where to start? For as long as they’d been friends, Brooklyn didn’t know Desiree that well. Brooklyn decided to try the garage. She looked pretty upset. Maybe she’s decided to leave. Desiree was definitely her own person. She did what she wanted, when she wanted and all be d**ned whoever got in her way. Something about that situation had obviously bothered her, but Brooklyn couldn’t figure out exactly what. As far she knew, Logan and Desiree were just friends and they both slept around. Why should it bother her if they’d just fallen on top of each other, or if Brooklyn was just one of his scores? Brooklyn felt odd thinking about herself in the third person. It made her want to laugh, but she knew she shouldn’t do that in Logan’s body. Brooklyn thought carefully about her opening line. Be Logan. she thought. What would he do? In truth, she didn’t know what he would do , but the line of thinking did help her come up with a few things to say, and she was pretty sure she had a good opening line.

Brooklyn approached the garage carefully, listening for clues as to whether or not Desiree was there. As it turned out, she needed not have approached so cautiously. Desiree was in the middle of cussing out the attendant, and didn’t seem to notice her when she appeared on the edge of the doorway. Brooklyn took a deep breath and approached Desiree with a confident stride. She directed her anger at Logan for being such a jerk at Desiree, hoping that it would come off Logan. “What gives?” Brooklyn asked in Logan’s voice. She couldn’t get over his voice sounded when it came from within her. Desiree’s head whipped over to Logan’s figure which was leaning against a small table with its arms crossed. “What?” she asked angrily. Brooklyn stood up straight and moved toward her. “You ditched me earlier, and then you come back, make your assumptions and leave.” Brooklyn continued to funnel her energy at Desiree. It felt good. “You don’t even ask me first. You just take off.” Desiree just looked at her. Brooklyn wish that she could read the expression the way she was sure Logan could, but all she saw was a blank look free of emotion.

“I know I was being a little weird earlier, what is your problem?” Brooklyn wondered if maybe that was a little too harsh. Desiree took a step toward her and Brooklyn had to will herself not to take a step backward. Brooklyn had carefully avoided the word “overreacting.” It was a stupid guy thing to direct that comment at girls and expect it to fix things and make them see the light. However, more often than not, that comment backfired. The girl only got angrier, however true or false the comment. Desiree finally spoke, “So then what was that?” Brooklyn tried to keep her anger up, but it was becoming pure joy as she watched Desiree’s reaction for clues as to how well her performance was coming off. She was pretty proud of herself. She thought she was doing a pretty good job. Desiree was still angry, but she seemed to be coming down. Her tone was still angry, but she was talking. “Nothing,” Brooklyn wasn’t sure if she should elaborate or just leave it at that. Desiree watched Logan’s form for a long moment, then her tone changed, “Don’t we have plans today?” Brooklyn wasn’t sure if she was still supposed to be angry or if she should just let it go.

“I believe we are way behind schedule to begin terrorizing the help in preparation for our party,” Brooklyn said, extending her arm for Desiree to take. Desiree took it with the briefest of looks. “And I promise not to smoke without you again.” Brooklyn winked at Desiree, and Desiree nudged Brooklyn back. Brooklyn was a little surprised how little the nudge effected her. Desiree may as well have just touched her lightly on the shoulder. So this is what it’s like to be a giant guy. Brooklyn thought. She smiled to herself. If only the real Logan knew the thoughts that were going on in her head! Logan was in no way fat or anything close, but he was physically much taller and bulkier than Brooklyn with her thin frame. Together, they walked into the house. As they passed the living room, Brooklyn turned her head and stuck her tongue out at Logan. Ha! See, I did it!

[J]

Logan gulped down another drink; he had never opted for drinking “Pink Panty Dropper” however; he had seen Brooklyn drink it at a lot of parties so he figured it was one of her favorites. He had had four already and was feeling really good; he was dancing between Westley and James and forcing a huge smile on his face and that was getting easier and easier. He was not enjoying dancing with two guys but he was riding the high the alcohol was giving him. The boys were dancing very close, James had his hands on his hips and Westley was in front of him holding one of his hands. Logan had been extremely uncomfortable with this position at first but the alcohol was helping him to let loose and try to forget who he was dancing with. He looked up to see a familiar friend making a beeline for Desiree and Brooklyn. “Oh great, Jeep!” Logan muttered, “What?” Westley asked him his face close to Logan’s. “Can you go get me some more?” Logan asked sweetly holding up his empty glass. Westley smiled and walked away with the glass, one down one to go. “I’ll be right back.” Logan said to James and hurried through the room towards Brooklyn and Desiree.

“Desiree, sweetheart, make me a happy man, and marry me already! High school is behind us; our life together is just waiting to begin!” Jeep was saying as Logan ran up to stand beside Brooklyn; he wanted to be near Desiree, but he knew Desiree and Brooklyn didn’t ever really get along. Desiree laughed and patted Jeep’s head, “Not today, sweetheart.” She said; Jeep deflated a little and turned to Brooklyn. “Whoa!” Jeep yelled out staring at Logan, “Damn it Logan you have all the luck!” He said gaping at Brooklyn’s body. “I don’t believe we’ve met darling, I’m Jeep.” Jeep said outstretching his hand it was covered in silver rings. “If my wife wasn’t standing behind me I might have to cheat on her with you tonight.” Jeep said smiling and then winking back at Desiree. “Oh no, you go on ahead.” Desiree said and then walked off. Logan watched her leave; he really wanted to tell her what was going on. She might not believe him at first but if he could convince Brooklyn it was a good idea maybe they could tell her. “So, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Jeep said smiling and taking a gulp from his drink; “Logan and Desiree were telling me about your “special” relationship with your boys.” Jeep said laughing and using air quotes for the word “special.” Logan laughed a little, “Yeah, we’re very close, if y’know what I mean.” Logan said and then laughed a little more, Am I drunk already? Jeep gave him a look and then laughed, “So—“

“See yah later!” Logan said waving to Jeep and then racing over to James and Westley. “Thanks!” He said energetically grabbing the drink Westley had fetched for him and downing it quickly. “Later!” He said handing the glass back to Westley and then shot across the room, he was fed up with dealing with those two. This was a party and he was going to have fun; he grabbed the first cute girl he saw. “Hi, I’m Brooklyn!” He said pulling the girl onto the dance floor, “Guys love it when two hot girls dance!” The girl giggled and the two of they began dancing together. It was a little more difficult to pull off dancing like a hot girl than he had expected. He followed the other girls’ lead and soon they attracted the attention of an entire group of guys. Take that Brooklyn!

A big hand grabbed Logan’s shoulder and pushed him away from the girl; “Hey!” Logan shouted and stared up at himself. “Hey, Logan!” He shouted into Brooklyn’s face, she glared down at him. “Wow, I am scary!” He laughed, “I love how manly and strong I am!” He laughed as Brooklyn pulled him away from the crowd and held him against the wall in a secluded corner. “Stop making me look stupid or I’ll start hitting on guys until I find a gay one!” Brooklyn said pushing him against the wall. Logan laughed, “Ow, Logan, you’re hurting me!” He cried out wondering if James and Westley would come to his “rescue”. Brooklyn squeezed his arm, “I’m serious. Stop it!” Logan smirked, “Fine, I’ll just break up with Westley.” Brooklyn shrugged looking unconcerned, “Alright fine, but you’re gay from this point on and I’ll make sure everyone knows about it.” Logan rolled his eyes, “I can do that too! And I’ll get rid of Westley and James!” He said and pushed away from Brooklyn to find the girl he had been dancing with. If she wasn’t opposed to dancing with a girl, maybe she would make out with one. Even if she didn’t, there were plenty of girls at this party who would. Brooklyn grabbed his arm and laughed pulling him back to the wall; “Well, guys like girls who are kinky, so this can only help me in the future.” Logan nodded, “True.” He said and then smiled darkly, “I’ll make Westley cry; shouldn’t be too hard, he’s far too attached to you. And James, oh that will be even better. Oh I can’t wait.” Logan said chuckling; Brooklyn shrugged and walked off.

Logan shook his head, he knew she cared about Westley and James; there was no doubt about that. Brooklyn wouldn’t spend all of her time with them if she didn’t care for them. He watched her walk off in his body and sighed, this was getting more and more complicated. His only hope was that tomorrow morning he would wake up in his own body lying next to Desiree and everything would be back to normal. It would be just some weird dream he would tell Desiree about and then laugh with Brooklyn about later. He glanced around and headed to a group of people at the bar; “Hi.” Logan said smiling at all of them; they smiled back, “Wanna play a game?” He asked looking at the girl in particular. He knew her, Stephanie or something, she was known for doing things like this. He laughed and grabbed a lemon stuck it into his mouth and leaned towards her; she smiled and leaned forward taking it from him with her tongue. The guys around them cheered as they both took a shot of tequila. He was getting really dizzy, everything was hazy around him; he desperately wanted to lie down but this was a battle and he was determined to win. “Whoa.” He murmured as he fell to the ground, strong arms caught him just before he hit the hard tile floor. “Oh no, it’s you.” He whimpered as Westley scooped him up. “Okay, Brooklyn, that’s enough.” Westley said as he carried Logan through the living room to the “triplets” bedroom. “No, I wanna um, the game wasn’t over!” He said whining in Westley face; Westley rolled his eyes and gently pushed Logan onto the bed, Logan was out before his head hit the pillow.

I've had a little bit too much
All of the people start to rush.
Start to rush by.
A dizzy twister dance
Can't find my drink or man.
Where are my keys, I lost my phone.
What's going on on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore.
Keep it cool what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, alright.

Alex and Destiny sang along to Lady Gaga’s “Just dance” as they pulled up to Logan’s lake house; the two of them had driven up in Alex’s new midnight blue BMW. Alex sighed happily as the song faded out. “This is the best car in the whole world!” He gloated giving the dashboard an affectionate pat. Destiny took a sip from her soda, “Mine’s better.” He deflated a little, “Yeah, well, not everyone gets to have one of those ultra exclusive crystal credit cards.” He said as the valet took their bags out of the trunk and lugged them inside. “Thanks man.” Alex said to the valet who looked exhausted from a night of toting around cars from the party. “Well, looks like we arrived just in time.” Alex said as he opened the door for Destiny to walk through in front of him. The house was full of party guests, music blasting, people drinking and dancing. Alex loved parties, and he definitely needed one after working nine hours and then driving for another three. He headed to the bar and ordered a drink, he dropped it; the glass shattered as it hit the tile floor, clear liquid seeping into a nearby rug. “Logan?” He asked staring at his cousin making out with a guy in the corner. “Okay, you’re seeing that too right?” Alex asked Destiny who was also staring wide eyed at Logan. Destiny laughed, “Wow, what is he on? And where can I get some?” Alex gave her a look, she had to be joking. He shook his head and stared at his cousin, this just wasn’t right; Logan was not gay in any shape or form. In fact, he could be considered a little homophobic, he hated gay guys; he avoided them at all costs. “Maybe, we should go ever there and make sure he’s okay.” Destiny said, she was still smiling but looked slightly concerned. “Yeah, this can’t be good.” Alex said as they came up behind Logan. Alex grabbed a hold of Logan’s shoulder “Logan?”

“Yeah!” Logan said leaning back toward them, a huge smile planted on his face. “Wow; okay, c’mon, man, time for bed.” Alex said trying to pull Logan away from the guy and toward the bedrooms. “Not with you!” Logan laughed, he turned to face Destiny. “Did you change your clothes?” He asked. Destiny snickered, “No, we just got here.” Logan smiled and hugged her, “Destiny! How are you?!” Destiny staggered back into Alex underneath Logan’s weight. “Whoa,” Alex said grabbing Logan and wrapping an arm around him to carry most of his weight. “C’mon, let’s go.” He said dragging Logan towards the bedrooms, Logan resisted, “No, the party!” He whined and tried to break free of Alex and Destiny. Alex rolled his eyes and pushed against Logan, he was taller but Logan was stronger. This was not how he had planned on spending the party. “Why are you so drunk?” Alex muttered as he tried to force Logan away from the party. “Because I’m invincible!” Logan said laughing throwing his arms in the air like he was about to take flight. “Ugh, fine!” Alex said letting go of Logan, “Oh, you don’t get it!” Logan whimpered. Alex shook his head and headed back to the bar. “If he orders another drink give him water; seriously, only water.” Alex said pointing at Logan, the bartender nodded as he handed a hot girl a fruity pink drink. “Hi, I’m Alex.” He said smiling at the girl, she smiled back and giggled. “I’m Stephanie.” A big hand grabbed Alex’s shoulder, “No, no, no, It’s meee….” Logan said giggling. Alex gave Logan a look, “Seriously?” He says trying to push Logan away; Logan clinged tighter to Alex’s upper arm and leaned in close. “It’s me, Brooklyn!” He said in a loud breathy whisper. “Oh god; get a tic-tac!” Alex said leaning away from Logan, he glanced back at the bar, Stephanie was gone. “No, really!” Logan said in a whiny voice his face was twisted and strange. Alex had never seen that look on Logan’s face before even at his worst moments. “Okay… then, Brooklyn, it’s getting really late and it’s time to go to sleep now.” Alex said like he was talking to a small child. Logan slumped and sat down on a padded bar stool, crossed his arms on the bar and dropped his head onto them.

~

Alex panted quietly, he was soaked in sweat; his navy muscle shirt was dark around his chest upper back and arm pits. He and Destiny had decided to go for a morning run; he loved to run in the mornings. The cool crisp breeze coming off the lake was making him feel high, the endorphins would kick in as soon as he slowed down; a wonderful thing to look forward to. This morning was a little warmer; they had gotten off to a later start than usual because of the party the night before. It was nearing lunch time and then sun was high over head. They were running alongside the waterfront about a mile or so down from Logan’s house; he figured they would run about three miles all together. “I still can’t believe Logan kissed a guy.” His voice a little breathy from panting, the alcohol from the night before had dehydrated him and he was tiring easy. Destiny snorted, “You’re just mad because it wasn’t you.” He ignored the jab, “Seriously, what could he have been doing to make him do something like that?” It just doesn’t make any sense?” He said panting harder, talking had been easy at the beginning of the run but now he desperately needed some water and lots of air. “Who knows?” Destiny muttered as they slowed to walk up to the house. Alex propped his foot up on the porch to stretch, always important before and after exercising. “Damn, isn’t running the greatest?” He said as he finished stretching and headed in side behind Destiny. Desiree, James and Westley were all seated at the dining table eating brunch. “Desiree, gimme a hug!” Alex said excitedly opening his sweaty arms wide and walking towards her. Her death glare made him decide to opt for sitting next to Westley, a servant brought him and Destiny cold water bottles from the fridge. Destiny sat down beside him, greeting her sister who just grunted in reply. “So, what’s goin’ on?” Alex asked, it was odd to find Westley and James without Brooklyn and Desiree without Logan. Brooklyn was an early riser; he had expected her to be up before his morning run. “Where’s Brooklyn? I would think she would be up by now.” Alex said inhaling his bottle of water and tossing it across the room to a decorated trash can; whoever decided trash cans needed to be decorated was seriously disturbed. Westley sighed, “She is still passed out.”

“Brooklyn got drunk enough to pass out?” Alex asked, he had known her to get tipsy and drunk before but she had never gotten to the point where she was throwing up or passing out. “Yeah… She has been acting really weird ever since we got here.” Westley said, Alex leaned back as a servant set down plates full of food in front of him and Destiny. “Well, what was up with Logan last night kissing Chad?” Alex asked looking to Desiree for an explanation, she just picked at her plate. Westley laughed, “You didn’t see what he was doing yesterday morning! He was running around screaming his head off for no reason!” Alex glanced at Desiree, “What do you mean, like yelling?” Alex said gulping down his orange juice, a servant immediately appeared to refill his glass as he set it back down on the table. “No, like screaming, okay, lemme back up.” Westley said shifting in his chair a little. “So yesterday morning I wake up to Brooklyn screaming in my face, then she ran to the bathroom cussing. I mean she cusses every once in a while, but not the way she was yesterday. Anyways, so she runs in the bathroom and then runs back out minutes later and then Logan started screaming from the living room. Screaming like he was scared or freaked out by something and then he comes running down the hall and hugs me! He literally wrapped his arms around me and put his head on my shoulder.” Alex glanced at Desiree, she was listening to Westley; she must not have been awake when this happened. Strange, why was Logan up before her, usually they woke up together. “Then he ran into our room into the bathroom and was screaming in there. Finally he comes out and that’s when Desiree woke up, she was mad of course.”Westley said glancing at Desiree nervously but she was staring off into space deep in thought. “Okay, then…” He glanced at James, “Oh then Brooklyn and Logan were fighting in Logan and Desiree’s room about something… Then everything was fairly normal until the party and you guys saw most of that. I’ve just never seen Brooklyn drink like that.” He said quietly, Alex raised an eyebrow, “Okay, so… Maybe there’s something wrong with the two of them… Did they eat or drink anything that was the same?” Alex said and then chuckled, “I know they have mad cow disease.” He glanced at Destiny she rolled her eyes.

“Hey, wait, when we first got here it was storming and Brooklyn and Logan both got struck by lightning; maybe they have brain damage.” Westley said, “They got struck by lightning!? How? How are they not dead right now?” Alex gaped at Westley, “Are you serious, did that really happen?” He said giving Westley a look and glancing at Desiree. She just nodded, “Struck by lightning…” Alex murmured as finished his meal and set his fork down. “Maybe your right, can you get brain damage from that?” He asked as Logan walked into the kitchen. “Brooklyn! How’s the hangover?”

[Free]

Brooklyn leaned against a balcony over-looking the party. People were dancing, talking, chasing each other, sneaking off together and yes, some people even appeared to be drunk already. Brooklyn smiled. Logan and Desiree’s parties were always fun. She was a little worried about having to play Logan for the party, considering how he usually entertained himself, but she was determined to have fun. Brooklyn stood up and looked at Desiree, “Well my lady, our public awaits.” Brooklyn held out her arm for Desiree and they descended the stairs together. On the way down, Brooklyn leaned over to Desiree. “And by the way, you look…fabulous tonight,” she said in Desiree’s ear, adding an upper class, snobby accent to the last bit. Brooklyn had never heard Logan compliment anyone before, let alone Desire, although she was sure that he must, so she had gone for humor, hoping that that way, Desiree wouldn’t notice if she used the wrong words.

When they reached the floor, Desiree steered them over toward the bar. Brooklyn had been prepared for this. Logan and Desiree usually spend their parties smashed. She supposed that meant drink a lot that night. She hadn’t figured out how much “a lot” should be; it was impossible to count the number of shots Desiree or Logan consumed. She was also worried about what might happened if she got too drunk. I guess I’ll just try, and what happens, happens. She laughed. If only Logan knew… Desiree ordered five shots of Grey Goose vodka and had the bartender line them up for her. In front of the line, she had him put a cup of the first juice he could fine and a glass of water. Desiree was clearly in a hurry tonight. Way to pay it fast and dangerous. Brooklyn smiled and ordered the same. “I’m not gonna let you pass me that easily,” she said with a wink.

Brooklyn gulped down the first shot of vodka and followed it quickly with a gulp of what turned out to be cranberry juice and then water. She was amazed that such a large sip so quickly hadn’t made her sick. How do Desiree and Logan do it? Desiree had the bartender clock the process and told him to signal her in one minute and then headed for dance floor. Brooklyn leaned against the counter and watched Desiree. She had to admit she was somewhat impressed. The cranberry juice took away the alcohol burn and the water was to keep hydrated and lessen the inevitable hangover that came with drinking the entire bar in one night. Brooklyn looked at the five shot glasses. Even as seasoned as they were, could they really handle ten ounces of 80 proof in five minutes without having to spend the night in the bathroom. Desiree clearly had a finely honed system to go from zero to sixty in no time, and Brooklyn figured the best thing to do would be to sit back and enjoy the show.

Brooklyn almost jumped when her body approached the bar. It’s so unnerving to be able to watch yourself. She couldn’t help but stare. Brooklyn almost laughed when Logan ordered Pink Panty Dropper. She generally ordered that or Sex on the Beach because they had fun names. It worked out well that they also happened to taste good. A girl Brooklyn had never seen before walked up to her and Brooklyn peeled her eyes off herself. The girl smiled, “So, I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me.” She want standing slightly crooked with a one hand on her hip in a pose that Brooklyn assumed was meant to be sexy and a little faux irritated at the rudeness of staring. Um… Brooklyn didn’t know what to say, “I–” As it turned out, the girl didn’t seem to notice or care, “I’m Crystal Lynn. You wanna order something for me? I can’t decide.” I bet your parents thought they were so clever. Crystal took the seat Desiree had been sitting in. “You must be Logan. Kara was telling me about you. I must say, you’re a lot hotter than she said you were.” Brooklyn almost laughed in the girl’s face. Are you for real?

Before she had a chance to say anything, a hand gripped Brooklyn’s shoulder and a pair of lips brushed her cheek. “Hey hon. Who’s your friend?” Desiree asked with a bright smile as she took a seat on Brooklyn’s knee. Brooklyn had missed the bartender’s signal, but she was more than appreciative of the intervention. The girl looked somewhat put-out, but she covered it with a smile. “Oh hey. I was just leaving. See ya later!” As she passed Brooklyn, she leaned over, “Come find me when your guard dog’s not around.” Brooklyn just smiled. The girl then proceeded to pinch Brooklyn’s butt as she walked off. Brooklyn jumped. Desiree moved to her own seat with a shudder, “Not even here two minutes and you’re already attracted some pesky mosquito. She’s just lucky she didn’t stay too long in my seat.” Brooklyn smiled and joined Desiree for shot number two. “My man,” Desiree said to the bartender, “See you in one.” With a salute, Desiree was off again, blending in with the crowd on the dance floor. Brooklyn’s gaze followed Desiree through the crowd, her movement in perfect time with the music.

An attractive guy approached Desiree and began talking with her in a familiar way. Brooklyn was surprised Desiree let him touch her like that. All of a sudden the guy’s attention shifted to someone else and Brooklyn was surprised to see herself standing there. She had to know what was going on. Brooklyn moved toward the group until she was within hearing distance. With the music as loud as it was, it was amazing that that hearing distance wasn’t in the middle of the group. She only had to listen for a second before she wanted to smack Logan. The guy seemed interesting enough and he’d heard the kinds of rumors that Brooklyn loved spreading, but Logan was making her sound like some brainless idiot. Before she could intervene, Logan was off. She followed him, but he was already making a bigger fool of her when she finally caught up with him. Her cheeks burned as he said, “Guys love it when two hot girls dance.” It didn’t bother her that he was dancing with a girl, it bother her more that he was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, and spouting off phrases that made her look bad.

Brooklyn grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back away from the focus of attention. “Hey Logan!” he said, smiling far too much. He’d gotten drunk already. She sighed. Perfect. “Wow. I am scary! I love how manly and strong I am!” Brooklyn glared at Logan and dragged him over to a corner. She pushed him against the wall and growled, “Stop making me look stupid or I’ll start hitting on guys until I find a gay one.” Logan laughed and cried out as though Brooklyn were hurting him. She glared and gripped him arm tighter. “Seriously. Stop it,” she growled, practically spitting the words at him. Logan made his counter-threat and Brooklyn almost dropped his arm. What a jerk. Her face didn’t change as she said, “Alright, fine, but you’re gay from this point on and I’ll make sure everyone knows about it. The first part of Logan’s next threat almost made Brooklyn laugh. She pulled him back against the wall, “Guys like girls who are kinky, so that can only help my reputation.” Logan’s threats continued and Brooklyn just shrugged and left she wasn’t getting anywhere with him. He was too drunk.

Brooklyn walked back to the bar. Desiree was nowhere to be seen, and her third shot glass was empty. Brooklyn sat down at the bar and drained her third shot glass, but didn’t follow it up with the chasers. She felt the alcohol burn its way down her throat. What if he does hurt Westley and James? She doubted that James would cry, even for her, but she knew that Logan as her could definitely hurt both of them badly. She glared down at the shot glasses. How did things get so messed up? Looking at them, she suddenly realized that she’d had 6 ounces of vodka and she didn’t feel a thing. Sure, it was still early and it could start to kick in later, but usually by now, she could feel something. How much can Logan and Desiree handle? Brooklyn looked at Desiree’s glasses. Two of them were still full, so she decided to wait. She definitely was not interested in being sick tonight. How long have we been down here? The night had started out alright but was rapidly deteriorating. There was nothing she could think do that would repair any damage Logan might reek on their friendship. Why would they listen to Logan, even if, and especially if, he knew their secrets? All that would do was make things worse.

When Desiree finally came back for her forth shot, Brooklyn took it with her after an air cheer. “What’s up?” Desiree asked, “You don’t usually enjoy a party from the sidelines.” The comment was said lightly, but Brooklyn could tell there was genuine concern buried there. Is this what they feel they need to hide? Compassion for others, if only each other? It shouldn’t surprise her, but this was something Brooklyn never saw, so it did. “I’m tired,” Brooklyn said with a stifled yawn. Desiree accepted this answer. It was actually truer than Brooklyn had realized before she said it. “Need an energizer?” Desiree asked. Brooklyn didn’t know what that was, but it might be fun to try something new. It was a weird feeling, trusting Desiree like this. It wasn’t that Desiree had been out to get Brooklyn, but she’d also never been able to count on Desiree. It made Brooklyn feel bad for lying, however unintentional. Should I tell her? Brooklyn didn’t want Desiree to hate her when and if she found out. But what if it’s only for today? Brooklyn decided that maybe it would just be better to wait and see how things played out.

“Sure,” Brooklyn said. Desiree ordered something that arrived in a glass. The liquid was clear. “Sometimes it’s better with cranberry juice,” Desiree said. Brooklyn smiled, reached for the glass and took a sip. It was some kind of vodka-energy drink blend. It wasn’t bad. Brooklyn felt a hand on her shoulder and Desiree disappeared back into the crowd. Desiree’s actually a lot more like Destiny than anyone, except maybe Logan, would ever have thought. Brooklyn continued to nurse her “energizer,” hoping the combination of caffeine and alcohol would put her in a better mood. She knew she should do something, but she didn’t know what to do. What does Logan do at these things besides make out and more with girls of questionable intelligence levels with one thing one their mind like one who’d hit on her earlier in the party. She really wanted to dance, but she realized that she had no idea how to dance like a guy, much less like Logan. It had never been one of those things that mattered. Brooklyn was finally starting to feel something. Wow. His tolerance must be incredible.

Brooklyn decided she was going to dance either way. She watched a few guys who looked like they knew what they were doing and then hit the dance floor. She danced by herself for a while, then joined some girls. She felt a little weird at first, with her hands on their hips, but as the alcohol’s hold on her grew, she stopped noticing. She kept pace, alcohol-wise, with Desiree and was starting to feel pretty good. She lost track of the number of shots after six. Most of the girls she was dancing with were pretty drunk. One of them threw herself at Brooklyn and happened to catch her at an odd moment and they both tumbled to the floor, taking another girl with them. The girl on top of Brooklyn smiled drunkenly and started to kiss her. Brooklyn felt that Logan would want her to kiss the girl back, but the situation was just so amusing that all Brooklyn could do was laugh. The girl jumped awkwardly up and amid a torrent of curse words aimed at Brooklyn. Brooklyn kept laughing as the girl turned and walked away. “If only you knew!” she shouted at the girl’s retreating figure between laughs. When her laughter subsided, she sat up and found that she was not alone. “Hey!” Brooklyn said to the girl laughing beside her. “Believe it or not, that’s my sister,” the girl said, “What a b*. You’re lucky you don’t have to live with it.”

Brooklyn stood up and then helped the girl to her feet. “I’m Carrie,” she said. Brooklyn took a particularly spectacular pose and said in an exaggerated tone, “I, am Logan Lebeau.” The girl laughed, “Really? You seem so nice. I always heard you were–” the girl stopped, looking at Brooklyn as though suddenly realizing who she was talking to. Brooklyn laughed, “Yeah, don’t worry about it.” Brooklyn knew which reputation the girl, Carrie was referring to. “You wanna get a drink?” Brooklyn asked, and then added, “I guess that doesn’t help. But I do promise to stop there.” Brooklyn held out her arm and the girl hesitantly took it. “Alright, but I’m not–” Carried started. “I know,” Brooklyn interrupted with a smile as she started walking. The girl smiled shyly back and walked with Brooklyn over to the bar. Brooklyn glanced at Desiree and her shot glasses. “Darn it. I’ve fallen behind!” she exclaimed as she downed another shot. “What would you like?” Brooklyn asked. The girl looked surprised, perhaps expecting “Logan” to order for her. The girl asked for some fruity drink virgin and Brooklyn placed the order. Brooklyn downed another shot and began talking to Carrie, mostly listening. That’s was very unLogan, she was sure.

Brooklyn swallowed another shot. She’d grown tired of vodka and had moved on to whiskey. She’d never enjoyed the stuff much before, but after as many shots as she’d had, everything was great. This is amazing! I’ve had like a MILLION shots and I feel GREAT! So this is where Logan and Desiree spend all their parties. Brooklyn stood up. Whoa. Carrie smiled, “This has been fun. I guess I’ll let you get back to the rest of your guests.” Brooklyn could tell that the girl was holding something back, like she wanted something, or wanted to say something. Carrie seemed to have changed her mind though, for in the next moment, she jumped up, “Bye.” Brooklyn watched her go. She seemed nice. Poor girl. You know the real Logan’s not like this. She laughed. He’d have had you for dinner. Brooklyn kept laughing. She was being silly. She stood up and joined the dancers on the floor. After a while, she had to stop; the world was spinning out of control. When she stopped moving, her gaze fell on to the attractive boy who’d been talking to Desiree earlier. She walked over to him, “Hey,” she said. He responded with too many words. She smiled. “Having a good time?” Of course he was, he always did he said.

Brooklyn leaned over and the guy backed up, giving her a weird look, “Logan? What are you doing?” Brooklyn just looked at him. Right. Of course. I’m Logan. The guy took off and tears filled her eyes. Another guy appeared in front of her, “Don’t cry, baby.” He leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed him back. He wasn’t her usual type, but he was here and all she wanted to do was kiss him. He grabbed her hand and led her off the dance floor. She was all smiles. He pulled her closed and she lost herself in the moment.

Someone touched her shoulder and Brooklyn opened her eyes. Wha? She looked around and then leaned back. “Yeah!” she said, then noticed Alex. “Alex, hey!” she said loudly. “Desiree!” she said as she suddenly noticed the girl with him. Alex stepped toward him, “C’mon man, time for bed.” Brooklyn laughed, resisting his grip. “Not with you,” she said laughing. Brooklyn squinted at Desiree, “Did you change clothes?” she asked. Desiree snickered, “No, we just got here.” Brooklyn laughed, “Destiny! How are you?” Brooklyn asked, leaning over and hugging Destiny. She lost her balance and they both crashed into Alex. “Whoa!” she said, “Are you alright?” Alex gripped her arm, “C’mon let’s go.” Brooklyn resisted, “No, the party!” She tried to pull free of their grip. Alex muttered something under his breath, but Brooklyn heard him. “Because, I’m INVINCICLE!” she yelled, spreading her arms wide like she was soaring. In a way, she really was. Alex gave up on her and walked away toward the bar and Brooklyn followed him.

He started talking to someone. Brooklyn put her hand on his shoulder. “No, no, no, It’s meee!” she whispered loudly into his ear. He wasn’t listening to her. She tried again, “It’s mee, Brooklyn!” Why won’t anyone believe me? “Really!” she yelled in a final attempt to get him to hear her. His next comment was patronizing. She dropped onto the barstool the other girl had vacated, crossed her arms and put her head down. Tears filled her eyes and spilled over. She was tired of all of this. No one treated her the same, no one believed her and somehow Logan always came out on top. Brooklyn heard a thud and looked up. The bartender had set a water bottle down in front of her. She grabbed it, opened it and took a large gulp. She sighed. How did things get so messed up? She drained the bottle and the bartender brought her another one without prompting. At least he’s nice to me, she thought bitterly. She grabbed the second bottle, , swung her legs around and lurched forward. Her legs didn’t seemed to want to cooperate and she ended up on the floor. She pushed away the hands trying to help her up and, water bottle in hand, headed off, somewhat unsteadily.

Brooklyn opened her eyes. Ugh. Where am I? It was still dark. Is the party still going on? She sat up quickly and immediately regretted it. The instant she started moving, her head began to ache. Considering the amount of alcohol she’d consumed, she was surprised that her headache wasn’t worse. She wasn’t even nauseous, but there was still time for that to kick in. She had been lying on the ground in a corner. It was dim, but she could still make out the outline of something sitting next to her. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall for support, feeling the cool pain against her cheek. The world was still spinning. She tried to stand up slowly and ended up hitting her head on a wooden bar. Ow! D*! That really helps the headache. She moved over and stood the rest of the way up. Where am I? She turned in a slow circle. This doesn’t look like any of the rooms in the lake house. A faint crack of light appeared in one of the walls and Brooklyn made her way over to it. It was a door! This room’s way too small to be part of their lake house… Brooklyn opened to door. Another room lay beyond. She frowned, looking around. She’d been sleeping in one of the guest room closets! Brooklyn would normally have laughed at the situation, but her hangover didn’t really put in her in a laughing mood. She yawned and headed for the door. She was sure she would feel better once she had some coffee in her. More water probably wouldn’t hurt either.

Brooklyn stopped in the doorway to the kitchen, surprised by the number of people already up and in the kitchen. How late is it? Alex greeted her first. When did he and Destiny get here?...Wait…He called me Brooklyn! Brooklyn’s face lit up. Is that nightmare finally over? She looked down at herself, hoping, believing that she was finally back to her normal self. No such luck. There was Logan’s chest, his legs, and his hands. Her face fell. Why did he call me Brooklyn then? Does he know? Brooklyn strained to remember the previous night. Some things she could definitely remember, but something about him knowing they were switched. Did Logan tell them? Mulling this over, Brooklyn sat next to James. Across the table, Desiree gave her a weird look. What? Brooklyn looked around. Oh…right… Brooklyn sighed. I just want thing back the way they belong! Brooklyn stood up to go sit by Desiree, but Desiree was faster. She got up and headed out the door without a word. Great. Another thing that’s gone perfect today. …I need a cigarette. Brooklyn looked around the table. Everyone was staring at her. She paused for a moment. What do I do? I can’t take this anymore! Brooklyn put her head down. This is not happening. She wished that Westley or James would reach over, rub her back and tell her that everything would work out, whether or not that was true.

Of course neither of them did; she was Logan. Why would they? And now, Logan was going to come downstairs and kill her for pissing off Desiree. This day really could not be starting out worse. She felt a hand on her back and someone next to her head. “You want me to go talk to her?” Destiny whispered. YES! “Yeah, that’d be great. I’m really tired and this hangover isn’t helping,” Brooklyn whispered back. She felt Destiny squeeze her shoulder and then she was gone. Brooklyn got up and moved next to the seat that Desiree’d been sitting in, in the off chance that Destiny actually managed to convince her to come back.

[J]

Logan forced open his heavy eyelids and stretched reaching out for Desiree; the sheets were cool all around him. He sat up a little and stared around him, where was he? His head pounded and a strange haze filled his mind. He groaned and laid back down realizing he was at his lake house, but why was he in one of the guest bedrooms? He and Desiree always slept in the Master bedroom; he gazed around him stretching his legs. That was odd his legs felt so smooth, had he shaved his legs in some drunken stupor at the party last night? He didn’t remember doing such a thing and he wasn’t the type of person to forget what happened to him while he was drunk. He glanced down at himself and remembered; he was still in Brooklyn’s body. He sighed and flopped back down onto the bed, a sharp pain in his lower stomach caused him to whimper slightly. His back and legs felt stiff, his stomach was killing him in a way he had never experienced. He groaned and slid his hands under the covers to clutch his stomach; he gasped, okay this was getting too weird. He felt oddly damp in a very specific place, he froze and swallowed hard. No, it couldn’t be that, there was no way. He slowly picked up the covers and peeked down between Brooklyn’s thighs and gasped, dark blood was splotched on her green lace panties and on the pale blue sheets. “Oh sh*t.” He muttered and whimpered again, this wasn’t fair, first he was stuck inside of Brooklyn’s body and now he would have to go through her period! “Brooklyn?” Westey’s headed peered around the bedroom door, “Oh good, you’re awake, how’re you feeling?” He asked softly walking over to the bed and sitting beside him.

It was all Logan could do to not flinch away from Westley as he reached out to touch Brooklyn’s dark hair. “You want me to bring you anything?” He asked, Logan was shocked to feel such a powerful wave of love and compassion coming from Westley. Did Westley love Brooklyn as more than a friend? It was possible; Westley was the sort of guy to fall in love in a matter of days with any girl that happened to give him a second glance. Why wouldn’t he fall in love with his best friend who was an incredibly beautiful girl? “No, I… I just… Could you get um Br-Logan for me?” Logan asked pulling the covers in tighter around him; he didn’t want Westley to know about this, it was too embarrassing. Shouldn’t Brooklyn have been prepared for this? Why hadn’t she warned him this could happen? Confusion and hurt flashed over Westley’s face, “Oh, um, okay…” He slowly got up glancing back at him questioningly before leaving the room. He sighed and pressed his face into a cool spot on his pillow, he wanted his own body back. He wanted to be back in his bed with Desiree waking up in his own body and be able to do what he wanted and not have to worry about hurting poor little Westley and James. Although, he was intrigued by this new twist in the triplet’s story. Was Westley in love with Brooklyn…? Was James also in love with her? Was she in love with one or both of them? Did they express this to one another? It was possible that it was one of those things that remains unsaid but is fully understood. He was always curious about their relationship, but he had always thought they just fooled around a little for fun.

He looked up as his own body entered the room, it was so odd to see his body moving without him. “Hey.” Brooklyn said it unnerved Logan to hear his own voice coming from someone else. “We have a problem.” Logan said and whimpered as the pain increased; it was getting worse with each passing moment. “What?” Brooklyn asked climbing onto the bed and leaning over him. “Look.” Logan said pulling back the covers she laughed, “Oh that.” Logan growled and wrapped his arms around his midsection; “It’s not funny! I’m dying!” He cried and pressed his face into his pillow, “I want my body back!” He grumbled and whimpered as he tried to move his legs to curl up into a ball. “I have some Midol in my bag and you need to change my-your- just change out of those.” Brooklyn said laughing; Logan groaned. “No, that crap doesn’t work!” He said as Brooklyn got up to grab him clean underwear. “I need one of those special pills Desiree has; those knock out everything.” He said and then gave Brooklyn a look, “You need to sneak in there and get them.” Brooklyn stared at him, “Are you serious!? I can’t go in there!” Logan sighed, “Look you have to, I need those pills; I’m dying!” He hated to think that Brooklyn would be snooping around in Desiree’s things but there was nothing else they could do. He desperately needed those pills and he knew they worked like magic. “No! I’m not gonna go snooping through Desiree’s stuff and neither are you!” Brooklyn said tossing clean underwear at him along with a box of tampons. Logan stared down at the box of tampons and glared at her; “I need those pills! And how am I supposed to…” He dumped open the box spilling out tons of white sticks. “It’s not hard you just stick it up there.” Brooklyn said rolling her eyes. Logan sighed and slowly climbed off the bed, “Fine, while I do this, you figure out how to get those pills!” He said shutting the bathroom door behind him.

He finally left the bathroom having conquered the evil tampon to find Brooklyn sitting on the bed; “Well where’s the pill?!” He demanded holding out his hand; she gave him a look. “I’m not going through Desiree’s stuff!” He rolled his eyes, “Just go ask Destiny, she has them too!” Brooklyn sighed, “Fine.” She muttered and left the room. Logan sighed and held onto his stomach; he was still in a lot of pain and now he had the added weirdness of a tampon. A few minutes later Brooklyn returned with a tiny white pill; “Got it.” She said Logan swallowed it and waited. “Nothing’s happening!” He whined and flopped back down on the bed. “Ugh, what is wrong with your stupid body, my boobs even hurt.” Brooklyn rolled her eyes, get over it. “Now, go hang out with Westley and James so they won’t think anything’s going on. Logan sighed, “Fine, I’m going.” He trudged into the kitchen planting a bright smile on his face. “With Chad?! No way, Logan would not make out Chad!” Westley was saying as Logan entered the kitchen. “What?!” Logan shouted, he groaned hearing Brooklyn’s voice come from his mouth and tried to calm down. Brooklyn wouldn’t be upset about Logan making out with the gayest guy at the party last night. Westley, James and Alex were all sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast, the three of them whipped around at his interruption. “I mean…” Logan fidgeted uncomfortably and hurried to sit between James and Alex. He wanted to know if Westley would react to Brooklyn sitting away from him and near someone else instead. “So tell me what happened!” Logan said trying to sound upbeat and excited to hear what “Logan” had done the night before. He glanced at Westley, he was watching him carefully. Westley stared down at his breakfast, Logan raised and eyebrow as he realized Westley was upset that he was sitting between Alex and James.

Alex snickered, “Well, when Destiny and I got here Logan was busy sticking his tongue down Chad’s throat.” Logan bit back a scream of fury, he had to be Brooklyn; Brooklyn would love hearing something like this. He forced a smile on his face; “Really? Logan made out with Chad!” He forced out what he hoped was an excited voice as a servant place a plate of food in front of him. He glanced down at it and gagged. “I’m not hungry.” He said pushing away the plate; he was going to kill Brooklyn. He glanced at Westley again and smiled, this was perfect. Westley was already acting hurt for the tiny things he had done unknowingly. Brooklyn had brought this upon herself; making out with Chad had pushed him over the edge. He vaguely remembered threatening Brooklyn that he would break up with Westley and James. He was going to follow through with that for sure now. It would be all too easy to get to Westley; James might be a little more difficult. “So what else did I miss?” Logan asked glancing around, where was Desiree? Was she still in bed? And where was Destiny, “Where’s Desiree and Destiny?” Westley shrugged;”Logan was being weird again and she got upset. Do you think you guys got brain damage from the lightning?” Logan gasped, “That’s it!” He jumped up from the table, “Where’s Logan?!” He asked, the three boys stared at him. “Brooklyn, are you sure you’re okay?” Alex said and then glanced toward the porch. Logan sighed, “I’m great, I just need to find Logan. Where did he go?” He hoped that Brooklyn was at least trying to make things go smoothly with Desiree. “They went out that door but I don’t think you should go out there. Desiree looked pretty mad.” Logan groaned, “I’m gonna kill her!” He grumbled and ran out the door to the front porch. He couldn’t believe this, Brooklyn had made out with Chad and now she had upset Desiree. Desiree was sitting on the porch swing; Brooklyn was sitting beside Destiny on the couch against the porch wall. “Bro-Logan, can I-“He stopped, he hadn’t seen Desiree this upset in a long time. He longed to hold her and tell her everything; he hadn’t wanted to tell anyone about this. However, he was still in Brooklyn’s body and he couldn’t stand hiding anything from Desiree. He had always felt it was almost physically impossible to hide anything from her; she had to notice how odd he was acting. Brooklyn couldn’t be the Logan she had never seen; the Logan he allowed himself to be when he and Desiree were alone. “Logan, I need to talk to, now!”He said glaring at Brooklyn.

[Free]

With her eyes closed, Brooklyn reviewed the series of events that had led up to the current moment. How did everything get so screwed up? I don't even feel like myself. When Brooklyn opened her eyes, Westley was gone, but everyone else was still staring at her. She could tell that they were all trying to pretend to get back to what they'd been doing, but they were all probably really just wondering about all the weird stuff that had been going on lately. Looking back over the past...had it only been one day? Brooklyn could see where her friends might have some concern. It would have been weird to see “Logan” screaming, jumping into Westley’s arms, hanging out with Brooklyn for no apparent reason and now randomly choosing not to sit next to Desiree. As hard as she tried to be Logan, it didn't come naturally to her, and things just happened. Why am I fixating on this? I should be happy. I now have more money and power than I'd ever dreamed of....True, it's not actually mine, but for now it kind of is. Plus, it’s not like Logan would really miss any of his money. He has so much of it… Brooklyn smiled at her friends around the table and tried to sit the way she'd seen Logan do at breakfast. He had this kind of commanding, I'm-better-than-you'll-ever-hope-to-be kind of attitude about him when other people were around, but with his friends, he was a bit closer to what Brooklyn believed was his true self.

She ordered herself one of Logan's favorite breakfast choices: eggs Benedict. She'd never ordered it before, but maybe if she just acted more like Logan, everyone would stop obsessing, and they would actually have time to figure this whole mess out. Brooklyn was impressed with the speed at which the servant returned with her breakfast. She'd always thought they were fast, but for Logan, they moved at lightning speed. The first bite surprised Brooklyn as she bit into the egg covered in hollandaise sauce. Wow! This is great! It took a fair amount of restraint not to thank the servant when he returned with a mug of mocha cappuccino. Logan never thanked anyone or apologized. Where is Logan? she wondered. I know he sleeps in late, but...I really hope he didn't do something awful to my body. Brooklyn looked up when Westley reentered the room. He looked upset. Oh my god. What did he do?! Brooklyn tried to look neutral, or at least as though she was thinking about Desiree or something, instead of the expression on Westley’s face. To her surprise, he stopped next to her chair. “Uhh…” he started uncertainly, “Brooklyn wants to talk to you?” It sounded more like a question that a statement, like he couldn’t believe what he was saying. What does he want? Isn’t this a bit...too…? Brooklyn tried to look surprised, but she wasn’t sure how well it came off. “H-She…does?” Brooklyn asked. Westley nodded, and then sat back down in his chair.

Brooklyn ate the bite of sausage on her fork and then stood. She walked out of the kitchen, down the hallway, up the stairs and along the final hall. She paused right outside the bedroom door. The door way closed, but she knew he probably wouldn’t care if she just walked in. After a moment, she finally just opened the door and walked inside. “Hey,” she said hesitantly as walked toward the bed. “We have a problem,” he said, his voice a little squeaky. I’ve never know him to quite like this…hangover or no. What’s up? What did he do to me? Brooklyn climbed over the bed and sat down next to him. He pulled back the covers and showed her a blood stain on the bed. Brooklyn laughed, “Oh that.” Logan seemed to take offense to her reply because he glared at her and cried out again. “Ugh. Don’t be such a baby. Now you finally know what us girls go through every month.” She laughed again. He looked pathetic. Despite how much of a jerk he’d been last night, he had been drunk then, and he looked completely pathetic right now. She felt bad for him. “I have some Midol in my bag and you need to change my-your- just change out of those.” Still laughing, Brooklyn jumped off the bed and went to get some new underwear. Should I have warned him? Brooklyn turned back when she had the underwear and walked back toward the bed. “No, that crap doesn’t work!” He said. Her smile slipped a little. With her right hand on her hip, she handed him the underwear. “It works just fine for me,” she said firmly. Logan’s next sentence came as a shock. What?! No! “Are you serious?! I can’t go in there!” Brooklyn exclaimed.

She’d never been told not to go into Logan and Desiree’s room, but she didn’t tend to spend any time in there unless they were all hanging out. If there was anything she knew, it was that you did not go through Desiree’s stuff, regardless of who you were or the reason. Brooklyn glared at him, “No! I’m not gonna go snooping through Desiree’s stuff…and neither are you!” She tossed him the underwear and a box of tampons. “You’re just gonna have to settle for Midol. It really does work just fine.” He spilled all of her little yellow, pink and green tampons onto the bed. She rolled her eyes, “It’s not hard. You just stick it up there.” Brooklyn ignored his last comment. I am not going to do that. I don’t care what he says. I can’t believe he would even suggest such a thing. He knows better than me what Desiree would do if she found out. Brooklyn sat back down on the bed and waited for Logan to get out of the bathroom. She tried not to think about the possibility of him not being able to figure out how they worked. There were directions on the box, complete with little cartoons of the placement, but he’d left the box on the bed. When he finally emerged from the bathroom, he looked uncomfortable. Brooklyn laughed internally. He probably did it wrong. Tampons could be incredibly uncomfortable if you weren’t used to them or put them in wrong. In this case, she was used to them, so that shouldn’t be a problem, it was all in his court.

“I’m not going through Desiree’s stuff!” Brooklyn exclaimed. What is it gonna take to get that through his head? Brooklyn stood and walked over to the dresser and pulled out her bottle of Midol. “Really, these are fine,” she said, but he shook his head. So stubborn… “Oh well, I’m going back downstairs. Have fun with your period and your hangover,” she said, as she headed for the door. “Just go ask Destiny, she has them too!” he cried out desperately as she reached the doorway. Ugh. “Fine,” she said, looking over her shoulder, before heading off downstairs. Any why can’t you just ask? I’m sure Destiny wouldn’t have any problem giving “Brooklyn” these pills. How am I supposed to justify “my” need for them? Destiny had probably found Desiree by now, so the question remained, where are they? Brooklyn looked in Logan and Desiree’s room, and there they were. Even if I had agreed to that insanity, it wouldn’t have worked. “Hey,” she said, as she walked in. “Destiny, can I talk to you for a minute?” Brooklyn asked. Destiny nodded and walked over, while Desiree gave him a look of loathing. Is that girl always this moody? I wouldn’t want to be Logan permanently. Brooklyn thought about the situation for a moment. Everything isolated probably wouldn’t have been that big of a deal, but she could see where Desiree might have some reason for feeling the way she did, based on “Logan’s” track record for the past day or so.

“Uh…could I have some of your…period pills?” Brooklyn would have laughed if someone had asked her that. She sounded like an idiot. Destiny raised an eyebrow, “For what?” This would be so much easier if I were Westley or…me or James. Then it wouldn’t be weird that I was asking for this. Why did he think that it was a good idea to get me involved in this? Doesn’t he know that’s just going to alienate Desiree and Westley more? “Uh…for Brooklyn,” Brooklyn said quickly. Yeah. Explain that one. Destiny frowned. Brooklyn shrugged. “I just own the house.” The words sort of slipped out. Brooklyn smiled what she hoped was a Logan-esque smile. How do I be Logan in a situation that he would never be in? Destiny stared at her for a good ten seconds before walking back into the room to get the drugs. And we’re just fanning the flames here… Destiny returned quickly with five little white pills and then closed the door in Brooklyn’s face. Well that was neighborly… Brooklyn shrugged off the snub and walked back to where Logan was undoubtedly impatiently awaiting her return. A smiled flickered mischievously across her face as she walked through the hallway. Should I make him wait a bit? That might be too cruel… She laughed. It sounded so odd. It had been a whole day, but she still wasn’t used to hearing someone else’s, moreover a male’s, voice when she spoke.

Brooklyn let herself into the room and handed Logan the five pills. “There you go,” you little brat. she said as she dropped the round pills into his waiting palm. He popped one into his mouth, swallowed without water and then looked at her, “Nothing’s happening.” He flung himself onto the bed in a comically melodramatic manner. Brooklyn didn’t enjoy watching people suffer, but she’d never seen Logan quite like this before. He didn’t seem to be handling being a girl all that well. She smiled, “Just like anything else, you have to wait for it to kick in.” She rolled her eyes about his comment about her body, and pressed him to finally start acting like her, “Now go hang out with Westley and James and be me.” Logan whined again, but Brooklyn was happy to see that he was actually doing something for her for once. She was nice to people, but she did not let people use her. Brooklyn looked around the room for a moment then moved toward the door. She did not let her thought move to longing, there was no reason for it and it did no good. Instead, she moved onto her next task, which was to smooth things over with Desiree. Logan was being manageable right now, so she would continue to try and act like him. Destiny and Desiree were no longer in Logan and Desiree’s room when got back there. Where would they go? Well, they’re likely not in the kitchen. Maybe they went outside…

Brooklyn walked through the hallways, down the stairs and out the front door. She walked the edge of the porch and looked out toward the lake, but she didn’t see anyone. Maybe they’re…somewhere else? As Brooklyn turned back toward the house, she caught movement in her peripheral. Turning toward the movement, she noticed Destiny and Desiree sitting on the porch swing. How did I miss that? she wondered briefly as she walked over. “Do you mind if I talk to Desiree alone?” Brooklyn asked, her gaze directed at Destiny. Destiny smiled, stood up and walked away. She looked back once, as she headed into the house. Brooklyn sighed. What do I do? She sat down next to Desiree and turned to face her. She liked to look people in the eyes when she talked to them. Does Logan do that? Brooklyn swallowed again, trying to restrain the urge to apologize. Logan didn’t apologize. How on earth does he fix things like this then? Brooklyn though back to how she’d fixed the problem the first time, but that sort of thing didn’t apply in this situation. What then? Should I just tell her everything? She’ll either believe me, and we can get this whole thing out in the open, or she’ll just think I’m being a jerk and hate Logan and then Logan will hate me for screwing things up with her. Brooklyn wished that she could ask Logan how he would fix the situation, but she had the feeling that he would just yell at her for upsetting Desiree, and she didn’t need that.

I should really tell her. I have no idea how long this will last. Okay, here goes. “Desiree, I–” Brooklyn started, but was interrupted when Logan burst out the door. She stopped, mouth slightly open with the next, unformed word. “Bro-Logan, can I–” Brooklyn watched. He looked pissed, or rather, she did. Ugh. What now? Brooklyn tried to think of what might have pissed him off. Aside from accidentally snubbing Desiree at breakfast, she couldn’t think of anything. I handled last night pretty well. I kept up with Desiree drinking wise, I danced with girls and I even talked to a few of them. I know I didn’t flirt with that one girl, but I did flirt with others…Is he this mad about the breakfast thing? It wasn’t that bad. I’m hung-over…more so now than earlier… The nausea was starting to kick in a bit, almost making her wish she hadn’t eaten breakfast. She didn’t want to have to see it in reverse. ((For all you Friends fans!)) Hopefully, it wouldn’t get that bad. “Logan, I need to talk to, now!” Logan demanded. Hmm…how would Logan respond? she though sarcastically. She glared at “Brooklyn.” “Leave us alone, we’re in the middle of something.” Logan froze, staring at her, unhidden surprise written across his face. After an extended paused, he glanced at Desiree, and then back at “Logan.” He glared. She could see the rage building as he said, “No, I need to talk to you now.” Despite the anger in his face, his tone was surprisingly restrained.

“Look Brooklyn, whatever drama you’ve got can wait until later. We’re busy,” Brooklyn said firmly. She was getting tired of his attitude. Apparently he could no longer contain himself, for he practically screamed at her, "You b*" Brooklyn was passed the sympathy stage for his predicament. Desiree looked at "Brooklyn" like "she" was crazy, and frankly, Brooklyn was beginning to wonder if Logan was crazy. What could possibly have happened to justify this? Brooklyn stood up, her face as hard and tight as she could manage. I’ve never hit a girl…but there’s always a first time. No, never make threats you can’t follow through with. He knows I’d never hit him. Brooklyn didn’t know what to say. She was sick of him, of his irritating, pissy attitude, of this whole experience. “Get out of here, Brooklyn,” she said, enunciating each word, so that the consonants bit like poison on the tongue. It would almost painful to say her name with that amount of anger. Brooklyn would have just suggested that they go somewhere else, but it didn’t seem very “Logan” to run away from a fight. Why am I still trying to keep things normal for Desiree? She hated to still be stuck doing what Logan wanted of her, acting like him to throw off Desiree, but now she was doing it for Desiree. If they ever got a chance to be alone again, the truth would be the first thing she said to Desiree. It’d been too long.

[J]

Logan gaped at Brooklyn; he couldn’t believe she had just said that to him even if she was supposed to be him. He glanced at Desiree and back to his own body, he had had enough of all her, this needed to end now. “No, I need to talk to you now.” She needed to learn that he might be in the smaller, weaker body, he was still Logan. “Look Brooklyn, whatever drama you’ve got can wait until later. We’re busy,” He glared at Brooklyn, “You b*! He screamed he had had enough; he was going to take her down. She wanted to make out with gay guys; then he would just have to make Westley and James crumble. Westley was easy, already he was upset over the tiniest things; James would be tricky but not impossible. “Get out of here, Brooklyn,” Brooklyn said her voice dripping in anger, Logan glanced at Desiree who was watching both of them, in that last few seconds a huge wall had appeared between him and Desiree. He had never experienced this before, the look on her face made him ache. He glanced back at his body and growled, “You made out with Chad?” He accused watching as Brooklyn stared back at him in confusion, after a long pause, “What? What are you talking about?” Did she not remember? How drunk did she get last night? Logan was not the sort of person to forget the things he committed when he got drunk; he would forget minor details but remembered most things.

“Why do you care?” Desiree asked she looked a little pissed now. “I well….” Damn it, even in Brooklyn’s body he still couldn’t lie to Desiree. “It’s just that….” Logan sighed heavily; he couldn’t stand to run away, he hated it when people ran from things. However, he couldn’t recover without spilling everything. “Never mind…” He muttered and headed back into the house, Destiny was sitting at the table with the boys again. “Hey Brooklyn, we’re thinking about going out in the boat, will you ask Logan?” Alex was watching “Brooklyn” carefully; Logan was so sick of all these games. He wanted his life back but until then he had to be Brooklyn. “Sure, I’m sure I can persuade him.” He said in what he hoped was a perky voice, he was not in the mood to be her but he didn’t have a choice. He headed back to the front porch pasting a big smile on his face. “Oh Logan, everybody wants to go out in the boat…”

“Brooklyn! Leave us alone! We’re busy; tell them they can just go without us.” Brooklyn said glaring at him. Logan rolled his eyes, she wasn’t very good at this, did she not remember that he and he alone was allowed to drive? Westley was given certain privileges if he and Desiree wanted to be pulled behind the boat; however, he had never allowed for Westley to take the boat out without him or Desiree there. “I’ll go.” Desiree said getting up and heading towards the dock to wait for the others. Logan watched her go wishing he could run after her and explain everything; he glared at Brooklyn and made the decision. Desiree deserved to know, even if she thought he was out of his mind, she needed to know. More than that, he needed her to know; keeping anything from her was not one of his strengths. “Des wait!” He shouted and ran after her, Brooklyn’s voice coming from him giving him a reminder that this would not be an easy task. Desiree continued walking towards the dock ignoring him as she knew he would. Why would Desiree turn and wait for Brooklyn? Sure they were friends, but not right now. “Desiree!” He shouted finally catching up to her; “Look, this is going to sound insane but… I’m Logan.” Desiree glanced down at him but continued walking and climbed into the boat. “Seriously ask me anything! About me or you! I know it all!” He climbed into the boat after her having a bit of trouble realizing how small Brooklyn was compared to him. "Stop it. I'm not in the mood for your games. You really need to learn to back-off.” Desiree said glaring at him; he stared back at her in shock. He wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of her anger. “It really is me, I don’t know how this happened, but yesterday morning I woke up like this in Brooklyn’s body! That’s why you thought I was screaming yesterday, that was Brooklyn!” He said using Russian to explain everything hoping that she would at least begin to believe him. A huge wave of betrayal washed over him; Desiree had stopped moving, after a moment she turned her face pale and blank as she jumped out of the boat and stormed in the direction of the house.

Logan froze watching her, he had hurt her and he didn’t know how to fix it. He knew how to make her better or smooth things over so everything was back to normal. However, this time, he had no idea how to rectify what he had just done; he had gone too far using Russian. It was their secret thing, no one knew Russian, not even Destiny understood; he had gone too far making her believe that Brooklyn knew how to speak it. He jumped out of the boat and raced after her, “Wait, Des, I shouldn’t have done that.” He said catching up to her again, her face stoic, staring straight ahead. “It really is me, I swear, I would never do that to you. Russian is ours; I would never let Brooklyn in on something like that.” Desiree stopped and turned down to stare at him; he gasped as her hand flew up and slapped his cheek. A second passed before he felt the sting, of her hand; he stood there in shock staring up at Desiree. She had never hit him before, other people sure, it happened every once in a while, but he couldn’t believe she had really struck him.”How dare you.” Desiree said in a low voice and walked away.

“Brooklyn!” Westley’s voice floated into his mind as he ran to “Brooklyn’s” rescue. Logan groaned and glared up at Westley, “Get the hell away from me!” He shouted and tried to go after Desiree again.”Des, please just listen to me.” He said holding his cheek and trying to follow after her. He could feel Westley hurting behind him and he glanced back; how strange to deal with everyone else’s emotion all day long. How did Brooklyn handle this? He watched Westley’s fallen face as he hurried back toward the house; this was so odd, did he actually feel guilty for hurting Westley? He watched as Desiree continued to walk away, he felt torn, Desiree was clearly far more important to him than anyone else could imagine to be. He also felt the need to run after Westley and stop the pain he knew Westley was feeling right now. “Des! Please, wait!” He cried running after her again, he could fix Westley later; Desiree was far more broken.