When I woke up as Alessia Trent, though in Dylan's bed, I felt a bittersweet kind of emotion seep into my body. Looking beside me, I saw that Dylan was not there; not under the covers, his warm body close to mine. I frowned, sitting up to see him still sleeping on his blow-up bed. Maybe he doesn't hate blow-up beds as much as I thought.

I reached over to where I left my phone to charge on Dylan's bedside table, switching it on and seeing the time as ten to twelve. My eyes widened; his mum is sure to be home by now.

I slipped off Dylan's bed, quietly making my way to his bathroom so that I could go to the toilet and freshen up slightly. When I was looking for some deodorant, I found a bottle of my favourite perfume. So that's where that half-full bottle disappeared to. I had forced my dad to buy the very rare perfume, which was my favourite scent when he next went on holiday to Cuba since it had gone missing. He had brought it back from there a year before my parents had divorced and I had been in love with it ever since.

If I ever wake from this body, I will march around Dylan's house and steal my bottle back. Maybe Dylan didn't know it was here but, if he did, I'm confused to why he wouldn't give it back.

I shrugged, reaching out for the bottle and spraying it a few times across Dylan's top, and also once on my neck.

When I was finished in the bathroom, I unlocked the door and walked out, which is what woke Dylan up.

"Afternoon," I said as I sat down on the end of Dylan's bed, unplugging my phone.

He grunted, "What?" He asked, rubbing at his face. I smiled, extending my arm out to show him the time displayed on Alessia's phone. His eyes widened, as mine had done, and he scrambled out of his bed and into the bathroom.

I laughed, getting up and folding up his sheets and leaving them on the end of his bed before leaving his bed to deflate.

When he came out of the bathroom, he was brushing his hair back with his fingers, something that Alessia found cute.

"My mum should be asleep by now," he told her, which was something I already knew but nodded along to anyway. "And she's a pretty deep sleeper, so we just have to be quiet as we walk downstairs, and I can make you something to eat." He said before he blitzed around the room, collecting any rubbish from last night.

As he did that, I stripped his bed of the sheets I had used last night, throwing them in the laundry bin before getting some fresh ones from out of under his bed.

As I was dressing the pillows, Dylan appeared on the other side of the bed, straightening out the duvet.

"How did you know where to find the new sheets?" Dylan asked, frowning over to me as he picked up another pillow.

I swallowed, ignoring his eyes. "I just guessed...my bed has the same feature." It was a lie of course, from both ends; neither I—Olivia Clark—nor Alessia kept fresh sheets under our beds. I just knew it, as Olivia Clark, from being friends with Dylan for so long. I had been around his house and slept in his bed many times.

When his bed was freshly made, we made our way downstairs. I sat at the kitchen island as Dylan made bacon sandwiches—his favourite.

"This is my favourite," he told me, throwing another rasher into the pan.

I grinned, "Well I love bacon, so." He smiled, unwrapping a new loaf of bread.

"Finally, someone else apart from me and Olivia who understands the bacon phenomenon." He said, making me laugh.

"Have you ever noticed how many times you reference Olivia?" It wasn't me that had asked the question, it was Alessia. Dylan, who had been taking two glasses out of the cupboard that I could never reach, froze.

He slowly spun into action again after a few moments, closing the cupboard door and bringing the glasses over to me.

"I guess," he admitted honestly, "but she is my best friend, after all."

Alessia nodded, "That's true, but then so is Kiara, and Johnny, and Ked, and you rarely mention them."

Dylan nodded, checking on the bacon, "Well Olivia and I have been friends for longer than I've been friends with Kiara, Johnny and Ked." He told her, and she nodded, humming. I then decided to kick her out, though it wasn't exactly hard.

"Okay," Dylan said, "we have orange juice, apple juice, pineapple juice, or water."

I peered at Dylan suspiciously, "The pineapple juice is out of date," I told him.

He frowned, picking up the bottle and checking the date. "How did you know?" He asked as he emptied the contents of the bottle into the sink.

I shrugged, making him smile. "Could I have orange juice, though, please?" I asked, and he nodded, still smiling.

Truth is, Dylan wasn't a massive fan of pineapple juice—I am. I'm a believer that orange juice is the morning drink, but if it's not the morning, I'll take a water or pineapple juice. Hence why it would be out of date; only I drink it in this household, and I don't exactly live here.

"I'll have to order more," he said absentmindedly, pouring me a glass of orange juice and himself a glass of apple.

I smiled, "You don't seem to like it all that much,"

He shook his head, putting the juices away, "I do," he defended, "but we mostly keep it for Olivia."

He turned to me then, seeing me raise an eyebrow at him. I had caught onto what Alessia had said and it seemed plausible. Dylan did mention me an awful lot.

He turned around, after smiling sheepishly.

"Why don't you tell her you like her?" Okay, woah, I did not say that. That, as ever, was the doing of Alessia Trent. And I thought this girl was supposed to be in love with Dylan, why doesn't she try not talking about me, and more about herself?

"What?" Dylan asked, having been frozen for a few moments.

Alessia smiled, "Dylan, you never stop talking about her, you keep her favourite perfume in your bathroom, which, sorry, I used, and the entire school already knows."

On that note, I guess she has a point.

Dylan shook his head, cutting four slices of bread, "One, I explained the talking about her, two, she left that here once, and three, the school will ship anyone to get some gossip."

With that, he placed two plates on the counter, with ketchup between them.

"Fine," Alessia said, "I won't mention it again."

Sneaky. She runs Dylan into a corner so that she gets me out of his head when they're together. Well, I guess it's smart. Score for her.

Dylan nodded, sitting opposite her on the island, gesturing for her to begin eating.

When Alessia was almost finished, Dylan spoke up. "Did you want me to drive you home after this?" He asked.

Both Alessia and I felt as bile ran up our throat.

"Or," she began, "maybe I could go get changed, grab our project stuff which I completed yesterday, and then we come back here so we can work on it?" She proposed, taking a sip from her drink when she was finished.

Dylan considered this, before nodding, "I guess we could use the extra time, we are behind."

I nodded, watching him check his phone before he confirmed to me that it was a good idea.

Soon enough, we were in the car on the way to Alessia's house. I didn't exactly know the way, but I hoped that Dylan wouldn't notice.

When we got there, I ran in quickly, seeing the place in an absolute mess. It reeked of alcohol and smoke. Alessia somehow knew that her dad wasn't here and so I trusted her, making my way up to her room.

I had a quick wash, brushed my teeth and got changed before I packed a bag of our project stuff, throwing in my toothbrush in case I stayed for another night. I hoped I would. I didn't want to come back here and neither did Alessia.

I just wanted to live in denial, that this wasn't my life now. But three days don't lie—I'm trapped in Alessia's body. And I'm not sure I'll ever get out.

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um you could try another key ??

#imsofunny

omg who's heard imagine by Ariola I'm scrimin

knew she still got it

yeeeeeee

-I'm excited for Christmas

FABULOUS SONGS

Songs that played when I was writing this chapter (in order):
Recover - Ruelle
Dynasty - MIIA
November - Gabrielle Aplin
Find You - Ruelle
Bullet - Ann Marr
Lights - Ellie Goulding
Happy Tears - Cheryl
Take Me - Aly & AJ
All For Love - Madison Beer
Julian - Say Lou Lou
Swing - Cover Drive

END OF FABULOUS SONGS

Date written:
05/09/18

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Next update: Tuesday [ and then we changin things up a bit for Christmas ;) ]
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN SPOILER: (favourite number 🌟)

Dylan faces a tough decision when someone unexpected arrives at the door.

And will he fall into the grasp of the princess or the pauper?

https://youtu.be/nB3UDQq8bP4