Chrystal's P.O.V

"Okay guys, since we're still a few hours before we need to REALLY get ready, how about a bit of video games! Nathan, it's your turn to choose." Cody says.

Oh shit.

"Y-yeah, let's do this," I say nervous.

We all go up to what I presume is Cody's room. It's been cleaned, but I can tell it was really messy beforehand. Sitting in front of a large TV is two bean bags.

I look through a stack of video games. Which one should I choose. I've only played video games once before in my life. That was whenever I was 9 and a boy invited me to his house. We played some weird first person shooter game, he then proceeded to try to kiss me, and when I backed away he saw my scars and made me go home. Yes I started cutting at a young age.

I start looking for the game we played, but I don't even remember it. Maybe I can find another first person shooter game. What's this one? Call of Duty? I look on the back. Looks like a first person shooter. Let's do it!

I show the guys the game.

"Good old classics," Lonnie says.

"Oh come on Nathan, you know I suck at Call of Duty," Bruce says.

"Now now guys, you know it's Nathan's turn to choose. No babies," Cody says.

"I know, my nerves are just a little frayed. I'll be right back," Bruce says, than returns a moment later with a beer in his hands.

"Alright boys, as you know only 4 players at a time. Who wants to sit out first?" Cody says. He seems kind of like the "leader of the pack".

"I will!" I say, a bit too loudly. They all look at me confused. Shit.

"Well, I guess if you want to Nathan, it's weird though considering you picked the game," Cody says.

"Uh-" I stammer "I know, but I'm not feeling the gaming vibes yet, and I want to scope out the competition. It's been awhile since we've played this hasn't it?" I say, mentally crossing my fingers.

"Fair enough," John says.

I sigh in relief and sit on Cody's bed, cross legged. I wonder if Nathan's ok?

Nathan's P.O.V

I rummage through Chrystal's clothes.

My outfit plan: Emo, but not too emo.

I look through Chrystal's clothes and pull out a pair of black skinny jeans with a hole in the shin on the left, and a hole in the thigh on the right. Also on these jeans and the ones I wore earlier, at the bottom on the back of the jeans they're really dirty and torn up. I discovered she's too short for the jeans so she kind of walks on the bottom backs of them. Ha, that's kind of...... cute. Wait, what?! I shake my head, and pull on the skinny jeans.

Okay to be honest, I've been really curious about these boobs all day. Am I a creeper if I look at them? I mean, it's technically my body right now, and I'm not being weird or anything, it's just really weird to have boobs.

I pull of my shirt and look at myself with a bra on. The bra is, of course, black. Not to be weird, but she has a pretty nice rack. I shake my head again and look through her shirts. Okay, emo but not too emo. I can't decide.

I sigh and push my hands in my pocket. Ow! It feels like some just like pricked my finger. I pull it out, and it's a razor. Oh Chrystal. I suck on my cut finger while placing the razor on her dresser. Hmmmm. I look through a couple of drawers and don't find what I'm looking for. Where would I keep something hidden. In my closet. I already know it's not there. Um, under my bed? I look under her bed and find a small box, and a roll of paper towels. Also, upon further inspection, I find a couple of blood-stained t-shirts. Oh God, Chrystal.

I look into the small box. Just what I was looking for. About 4 or 5 razors. God, where does she get these? I push the clothes and paper towels back under the bed. I get the razor I put on her dresser and put it in the box.

I look around her room until I find some duct tape and wrap duct tape around the box at least like 3 times in every direction. I then take it and put it in a trash can downstairs. Don't get mad at me! I have a plan for later.

I go back upstairs, by now my finger has stopped bleeding. Okay, I need to find a shirt. I long-sleeved one. Dammit, all her long-sleeved shirts are black. God dammit Chrystal! I pick a black long-sleeved t-shirt with grey designs on it, and slip it on. Okay, not a single scar can be seen. Suddenly I hear a sound coming from one of Chrystal's drawers.

I open the drawer and discover she's getting a skype call from someone on her Kindle. I hesitantly answer it.

"Chrystal! Where were you for the rest of school! I never saw you and when I went to look for you in the bathroom you weren't there!" It's Beth.

"Listen Beth, I need to tell you something, and you got to believe me, I'm telling the truth ok?" I say

Her face get's serious, "Okay,"

I take a deep breath, "I'm Nathan."

Silence.

"Something happened with me and Chrystal, we switched bodies or something. I fucking swear to God I'm telling the truth. I can give you mine, well "Nathan's" number and you can ask me, which is actually Chrystal, anything only she would know and she'll know it. You've got to trust me we need at least 1 person to know to help us figure this out."

She looks at me puzzled. "Fine, give me the number."

I tell her the number, and she hangs up to text it. Oh God I hope this works.

Chrystal's P.O.V

After taking four turns and losing terribly at all of them, I take my turn sitting out again. Nathan's phone buzzes in my pocket. He's texting again? Maybe he forgot to tell me something.

It's not my number. I set myself as a contact on Nathan's phone, and it's not my number..... it's Beth. Oh God.

B: Chrystal told me that you and her switched bodies. If that's the case then THIS is Chrystal. Tell me something only Chrystal and I know.

N: Beth,Nathan and I actually did switch bodies. It really is me, and I can prove it by telling you that you have a birth mark between your shoulder blades that looks like Abraham Lincoln.

B: Who told you about Hammy!

N: I know about Hammy, because it actually is me Beth. Chrystal.

B: Hmmmm. What's the problem you have that's really bad?

N: Self-harm. I have scars all over my thighs, waist, wrists, and arms. I just cut the other night in fact. Right before the switch.

B: Fine I believe you.

N: Okay, so at the moment, there's nothing you can do to help us, just meet me at Nathan's house tomorrow. I'm going to get Nathan over here and we're going to figure this out.

B: Okay, but where are you now?

N: I'm at this guy named Cody's house. There's a party later.

B: I'm coming! I have to look after you. What time does it start?

N: 7, but I don't think you need to come.

B: Too late! I'll get the address from Nathan. See you later darling.

Well that's that. No stopping her.

Oh goody, it's my turn again.

Nathan's P.O.V

I'm putting on black sock and shoes when the Kindle rings again. It's Beth.

"Hey," I say.

"Hey. I believe you. You really are Nathan. She really is Chrystal. Now before I get the information out of you I need to chew you out. Know that you deserve this," She says.

"Okay, I'm ready," I say bracing myself.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!? YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS GETTING CHRYSTAL IN TROUBLE ALL THE TIME! WHAT DID SHE EVER DO TO YOU!?!? SHE JUST HELPED YOU IN SCIENCE AND YOU GOT HER A DETENTION! I HOPE YOU LEARNED YOUR LESSON. YOU DESERVE THIS. YOU DO SO MUCH SHIT TO CHRYSTAL WHEN SHE ALREADY DEALS WITH ENOUGH SHIT AT HOME! YOU GOT HER A DETENTION AND HER MOM YELLED AT HER! AND THEN SHE CUT! SHE WAS GOING ON ONE MONTH CLEAN! ONE MONTH!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD THAT WAS FOR HER!?!? I HOPE YOUR FUCKING HAPPY YOU FUCKING FUCK FUCKER FACE DOUCHE BAG SHIT HEAD. YOU ASS!" wow.

"I'm sorry," was all I got out.

"Okay, chin up lad. I'll see you at the party," She winks and goes. Oh great.

I put the Kindle away, and begin brushing out my hair. It's weird doing this, but as I stated before, it's kind of fun for me. I put my hair up in a messy bun, so it's messy, but cute. Ah, perfect. Okay, Mascara. Yeah, perfect. Eye liner. Gotta get this perfect! Okay, top. Wing out. Bottom wing out. I go and brush my teeth. I then apply more deodorant. Then apply some cute looking lip gloss.

Okay. Clothes, hair, makeup, shoes, socks, deodorant, teeth, and I think that's it. Time for me to go save Chrystal!

I exit the house and head towards Cody's house.

Chrystal's P.O.V

After about 2 hours worth of horrible loses, we finally finish.

"Annnnd, Lonnie wins!!!" Cody says followed by a chorus of cheers.

"Okay boys it's 6. Time to really start getting ready."

What's that supposed to mean?

Turns out that's gussying up. We all go downstairs after we're ready and everyone whips out snacks, beer, and red solo cups. *giggle.

Everyone takes one, and someone passes one to me. Oh God.

"To great night!" Cody says.

"Huzzah!" Everyone shouts together.

Not wanting to be forced again, I chug down the beer. I guess it tastes a little better this time. I try to keep my cool like Nathan told me. I focus. Okay I think I can handle only 1 beer.

Soon people start arriving. Lights are turned off and strobe lights turned on.

Okay, here we go.