somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Saturday Morning [08/03].

The worst part about sleeping was eventually having to get up. And Summer, of course, had really wanted to sleep in. Being as popular as she was and everything, she'd had a wild night of partying yesterday, and she was probably going to have a pretty solid social life for the rest of the weekend. It was hard being so popular sometimes! But there was at least one good thing about waking up, and as she reluctantly felt herself slipping out of sleep, she wriggled a little with a pleased smile and went to turn over to reach over and touch--

Summer stopped. Her hand patted at the shape of the person in the bed next to her, as if to confirm that her eyes weren't just playing a trick on her, and then she was just confused.

"Wait," she said, wrinkling her nose a little. "You're not my girlfriend..."

That party last night must have been insaaaaaaane.

Summer was immediately turning back over to reach for the phone charging on the bedside table.

"Wait, this isn't even my phone."

She was, as it so happened, fully dressed, weirdly enough, and sat up while checking her back pocket and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank god," she said, and immediately started texting Christina to ask what happened last night and where was she and she didn't know where she was, she was just with some random guy with a mask? Yeah, right? Like totally weird. Do you think one of those other version of herself was somehow involved? Yeah, no, probably, ugh, why were other versions of her just the absolute worse??

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At least this Summer wasn't absolutely horrified to see him? Stark would be grateful about that later. Eventually. For right now he was just going to lay quietly for a few moments so as not to startle anyone and then sit up and blink a few times at the Summer in bed with him. Hadn't they just done this?

"You're not my girlfriend," he said quietly. "Not my Summer. And...hello?"

She wasn't yelling! That was good. Just confused. But then again, so was he.

She wasn't yelling, she was clearly too busy texting to do much yelling, but she did, eventually, shift a glance over toward this random with a lift of her eyebrow.

"Hi?" she offered. "I guess? So this is a new one. I guess waking up with some other Summer's boyfriend is maybe slightly better than some other Summer just trying to beat me up as usual."

She seemed to mostly shift her attention back to her phone, but then blinked as a thought hit her.

"Wait, is this some weird sci-fi bullshit? Does this mean me and your Summer switched places or something? If I'm here, then is she....shit."

She was quickly texting Christina to warn her that some loser Summer was probably going to try and make out with her again. Ugh.

"I don't know where she is," Stark said. "She was here when I fell asleep and now you're here and it's the island. It does this."

Because the island was ridiculous.

"You're still Summer? And...wait. why would another Summer want to hurt you?"

Oh no. Had he woken up with a robot?

Summer sighed,deeply, rolling her eyes so this guy could understand just how beleaguered her life had become because of this answer.

"Because," she stated, importantly, with a hand to her chest and everything, "I am a Cool Summer. One of the highest ranked Summers on the scale of coolness, popularity, and overall happiness. Which means, every so often, one of the Loser Summers starts feeling sad about her own pathetic life and hacks into her weird scientist grampa's database of other dimensions and discovers my existence and then shows up to either try and beat me up of kill me to take my place."

She snorted.

"Clearly, it hasn't worked out too well for them."

Because they were Losers.

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"My Summer is a cool Summer," Stark said loyally. "She's the best of any I've met."

He hadn't met that many and the last one had been married to a normie and decidedly uncool.

"I'm sorry you still have the same grandfather. And...oh. I'm Stark."

She did, however, have a fantastic rack.

"Summer," she offered, "but you knew that already."

There was then a doubtful look, a toss of her ponytail and a lift of her chin as she gave the room a critical look-over, and then finally took those judging eyes to Stark.

"And of course you'd think she was a Cool Summer. You're sleeping with her, right? So you're biased."

That Summer had had a fantastic rack, it was true. But Stark hadn't really had a chance to appreciate it, even from a distance.

"I thought she was cool long before we were sleeping together!" But after a moment Stark nodded. "Of course I'm biased. She's my Summer."

Well, now, that just left Summer wondering about a few things. First, like, his Summer couldn't be that much of a loser if she had a boyfriend. Unless she was a straight Summer, in which case. Ew. How embarrassing. And besides, what was with the mask anyway? Was this guy some kind of burn victim? What if he was just, like, a pity fuck? What if this dude was obsessed with this Summer and they weren't even dating, he just made it all up in his head because he wished they were?

That would make that Summer pretty cool, actually.

But whatever. This Summer was too cool to waste her time thinking about the coolness of Summers who weren't her.

"Riiiiight," she said. "So...I guess will just...go, then?" She started to scoot her way put of the bed. "Until you figure out what happened to your girlfriend, or, like, I figure out how to get back to mine..."

He wasn't a burn victim! He also wasn't radioactive but those were both common misconceptions.

"You can stay," Stark said. "It's Summer's apartment. I live upstairs. Number 8. This one is hers, and the cat's. Do you want me to feed the cat? Her name is Pancakes. I'll go. Upstairs."

He nodded mostly to himself as he started to get up himself and was grateful that this time he was more clothed than the last time he woke up with the wrong Summer.

"Although...it's early, I know, but if you'd like a drink..."

Was....was he hitting on her right now?

Well, okay. She looked like his girlfriend. That was fair. She was literally his type.

But he was definitely not hers.

Summer looked at Stark, then looked at her phone.

"Dude, it's not even noon."

And alcoholism didn't run in her family. Because her mom was actually allergic to the stuff! That was why Summer's life was so much more awesome!

Stark snorted softly.

"I know." But hey, mimosas with brunch were a thing!

"It's just a strange place, here, and you've come here unexpectedly, and sometimes having something can help. Or not. Sometimes food helps? The bakery is very good here, and the coffee shop if you need caffeine. Sorry. I didn't mean...I didn't mean anything by it. Although you do seem to be calmer about this. How many other Summers have you met?"

MHA #4; Saturday Morning [08/03].

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