"Arty wake up! Your mom came to pick you up"
I heard a squeaky voice full of energy as I awoke.
"Huh?"
"Arty, your mom is here, get ready quickly, I've already brought your clothes"
The boy extended his hand, I wiped my eyes, getting rid of crust that was make it difficult to open them.
I turned my head to get a better look at the boy, I didn't know his name, he stood thin, brown hair blue eyes, tanned skin. His curly hair was a little long and a bit messy.
I took my clothes from his hand and set it next to me as I started to undress myself. I needed to get ready ASAP, I didn't know if this apparent 'mom' of mine is nice or not.
I quickly put on the gray shorts and the Marvel Iron-Man t-shirt handed to me.
I didn't have much time to think as I stuffed my pj's into my backpack.
"Let's go, I'll hold your backpack, you should go wash your face. Your eyes are really red."
The boy picked up my backpack and walked out of the room as I put my socks on.
"I'll wait right outside of the bathroom, go quickly."
I was really repulsed to go anywhere near that bathroom, but I didn't have much choice. I quickly entered, making sure I locked the door. I didn't need to pee, but I wouldn't allow myself to make the same mistake twice in one day.
I swifty made my way towards the familiar bathroom sink, I hesitated a bit, not daring to look into the mirror, at what I had become.
I turned on the water, cold, it stung a little and made my body shiver. I felt the sleepiness inside instantly wash away.
I felt alive.
But a big part of me still had high hopes that this was all just one big hoax, that I would wake up the next second in my own body. I did get hit by a school bus; at the minimum I must've been hospitalized. Maybe I was in a coma, and this was all just a figment of my imagination to pass the time.
*knock* *knock*
"Arty, hurry up! Your mom is waiting at the door."
"Gimme a second! I'll be right out."
Shit, I need to hurry the fuck up
I shut the faucet and made my way towards the door, luckily there were towels hanging on the wall.
I quickly wiped my face on a random towel and unlocked the door.
Looking left and right, I didn't see the brown-haired boy. I walked toward the stairs to get a better look at what's going on downstairs.
"Hey come down!"
"Arty sweetie, make sure you didn't forget anything!"
The first to speak was the brown-haired boy, I should probably stop calling him that. Most likely, he was one who threw the sleepover, a friend of this body that I currently occupy. But I didn't know his name.
The second person to speak was a blond woman with the brightest smile, she waved her hand enthusiastically at me, her voice bright. The energy she gave off was so strong, I stopped myself on the stairs.
This wasn't how I imagined 'mom' to look, in my head I was imagining a demon with 3 heads and six arms.
"Sweetie, did you forget something?"
She stopped waving her hand, she spoke with a bit of concern.
"Ye... Yeah, I think I left my phone back in the room. Let me get it."
I did not forget my phone, but the way I was stunned just now might blow my cover. So, I lied and ran back to the room.
I opened the door and looked around, seems like I'm the last one to leave. I casually tossed the sleeping bag, moved the monopoly board around. That was probably enough pretending.
I took the phone out of my pocket and took a closer look.
Ain't this the Iphone 6s plus, better not put it in my back pocket.
With that thought I put it back in my pocket and left the room.
"I found my phone!"
I spoke a little too loud as I swiftly went down the stairs. The squeaky prepubescent sound that came out of my mouth almost made me trip. This was the first time that I actually paid any attention to what I sounded like. And god is it awful.
I made it to the front door where my supposed friend and my mother were.
"Let's go mom"
I opened the front door and walked out without looking back.
"Arty, wait up! You forgot your backpack"
"Your backpack, sweetie"
They both call out to me, just like I planned. I had rehearsed this in my head multiple times, I didn't know their names or how to interact with them. So, I need to make this exist a little out of the ordinary and nobody will question a thing.
I turned around a little embarrassed, I didn't even have to put on an act. This was so dumb.
I could hear my 'mom' giggling as I walked up to my 'friend' and took my backpack from him.
"Hemp"
I gave a little sassy hemp to 'mom'. She started actually laughing at me. I want to dig my grave.
"Let's go, let's go"
I sounded like a whining baby as I started pushing my 'mom' to get away from this situation. The plan worked a little too well for my liking. I was already 17 years old, at least, mentally.
"Okay, okay, no need to push."
Thankfully she stopped laughing lead me towards a car parked next to the driveway.
Damn...Is that a mom car?...Well...Kinda
I looked at the logo...Cadillac...but it was definitely a mom car. A very luxurious mom car to be exact. With a 6.2L V8 engine pumping out 420 horsepower, this is a beast that's got a sports mode.
This beast in white meant two things to me. This family was pretty well off, and, there are other kids in this household.
We reach the car and I was in a pickle. Do I sit in the back or do I call shotgun.
"Sweetie, put your backpack in the back seat, then hop up front."
Thankfully I didn't have to make that decision.
'Mom' started the car and oh god what a beast this car has hidden under the hood. The V8 roared to life as I felt the power push me against the seat as it rushed out of the neighborhood.
I heard a sweet bell like giggling coming from my side.
"You really love this car, don't ya? You always have the brightest smile on your face whenever you're sitting up front."
I guess the previous owner of this body was also into cars. Who am I kidding, all boys love fast cars and motorcycles and planes and trains. Pretty much anything that moves.
I looked at her side profile and she too had a big smile on her face.
"How was the sleepover? Did you have fun?"
"It was great, we played all night, no sleep"
I started my yapping about this and that, whatever came to mind when I thought about a kids sleepover party.
She listened, laughed here and there, some "ooh's", some "ahh's". She was great, always smiling and great vibes.
We came to a stop and she turned towards me.
"Baby, what happened? Why are your eyes so red?"
She spoke in soft cooing tone as she pouted at me.
"Ahh... Nothing...like I said we didn't sleep that's why?"
I was caught off guard, I thought she wouldn't notice. Trouble
'Mom' took off her seat belt and stretched her body towards me, wrapping me in a strong embrace as she spoke in my ear.
"It's okay, you can tell mommy what happened, who made my sweet little boy cry? I'll make sure they regret what they did?"
Ohh shit...I'm fucked