InsaneJournal

Who: Liz, Kyle + Lizzie and Miranda.
What: Age plot
Where: Their place
When: Morning
Warning: Mild implications of under age sex

Things had started off normally the night before; Rosa snuck out as she usually did to do things Liz didn't question and Kyle snuck in to watch movies. Of course the night ended up in a little making out and then some, which resulted in them falling asleep in her bed.

Seventeen year old Liz woke up in a panic when she realized Kyle was still in her bed the next morning as the sun shone in the window. Papi was going murder him if he found him in there! "Kyle! Kyle, you have to wake up and get out of here before Papi finds you" She exclaimed, shaking him with her hands on his bare chest to wake him up.

Turning to where Rosa's bed was to see if she had come home, she was confused when she saw neither the bed or Rosa was there. "Rosa?" She asked, pulling the sheet around her as she shot up, looking around. This wasn't the bedroom she shared with her sister. Where was she?
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Everything seemed normal for Kyle the night before. Rosa was out, he came in. He only planned on staying a few hours at most. He definitely didn't plan on falling asleep. When he woke up to Liz's gentle hands shaking him, he groaned softly. It wasn't until she mentioned her Papi that his eyes shot open, and he shot up in her bed, immediately looking for his clothes. He found his boxers and pulled them on before getting up to retrieve his pants.

As his eyes focused a bit, he looked around the room in confusion. He was suddenly less worried about getting caught by Arturo and a lot more worried about where he and Liz had woke up. This definitely wasn't the small, shared room above the Crashdown. He pulled his pants on and turned to his girlfriend, eyebrow raised. "I... don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Dorothy." But where they actually were? That was definitely the question.
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"Where are we?" She asked, looking back to him with a scared look on her face. It wasn't often that she woke up in a room that wasn't her own. She wasn't her older sister, after all. The one that snuck out in the middle of the night, did drugs, drank, and passed out places. She was the good daughter who had just premarital sex and sleepovers with her boyfriend sometimes. That wasn't nearly as bad. Curious and smart, she knew one way to give them an idea of their location. Reaching down, she grabbed his t-shirt from the floor and slipped it over her head as she dropped the sheet from her. Pulling her long black hair from the neck of it, she got out the bed and found her underwear, slipping them on before she walked over to the window to look out. "Definitely not Roswell"