Making my way toward the light, I felt the rush of adrenaline. I was smart. I was so amazingly smart it wasn’t even funny. Getting a popup telling me I must enter a password, I arrogantly typed the secret code, hoping it worked. It didn’t. I sighed, deflating my smart bubble and stepping off my pedestal. I spent four hours trying to decode the symbols, sure it was what I needed to enter through the red door.
Finally, at quarter to four in the morning, I had it. I hoped I did anyway. “BeCkEr,” I typed. That had to be it. Looking at the clock, I debated on waiting until the next night. My eyes were starting to burn and felt heavier by the minute. Deciding, I’d just enter the code and see what was there, I sat up straighter, took a deep breath, and prayed.
Instantly becoming fully awake, I held my breath. “What the fuck?” I asked out loud, moving Snowball from my lap. I crossed my legs and looked around, dumbstruck. Glancing to the right of my game, I noticed I was on level thirty-six. There were only thirty-five levels in the game. I was in a secret level. Normally I would have been a little cocky at my smartness, but under the circumstances, I wasn’t feeling very arrogant.
The room was amazing. Someone really took their time designing this level of the game. The white and pink satin across the massive bed was so vivid, like I could run my fingers across it and feel its softness. The corner of the white lace curtain caught my eye when it swayed from a breeze, coming from an elegant veranda. The room was no doubt designed to please a woman.
Soft piano music played from a set of double doors. Walking my girl toward the doors, I could almost smell the fresh scent when I entered a candle lit bathroom. Not just any bathroom. A girl’s dream bathroom. It was twice the size of my bedroom, well, if my room was a game, that is. I could almost smell the lavender candles burning. The amazing hot tub steamed and overlooked the most beautiful ocean I’d ever seen. It was dark out, but I could still see the waves, illuminated from the glow of the moon.
I walked my character to the opened French doors, walking her out to the beautiful view of the ocean at nighttime. I could feel the sea breeze blow my hair when I watched my avatar’s hair blow in the wind. Walking around the white marble balcony, my character explored her surroundings. Elegant furniture overlooked the most amazing view a person could ask for. Lounge chairs, a beautiful table for two, music, it was all so counterfeitingly real. Walking Glitter through the doors on the other side, she entered the bedroom again.
Moving my cursor to the closet, I actually gasped. It was a girl’s dream come true. Beautiful dresses, shoes, purses, and jewelry lined the walls. The chandelier let off a soft blue light, glowing through the mirrored wall.
It wasn’t just fake clothes and shoes. They were designer, very expensive, fake clothes and shoes. I clicked on a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes and they were magically displayed on my sexy character’s feet. Clicking on them again with a smile, they were mysteriously back in their place. A girl could get used to this.
Turning back to the room, I clicked on a magazine by the bed. I could read the entire magazine if I wanted. Clicking on the bed, the covers turned down.
“You have to bathe and click on the bed naked, before it will allow you to get in,” a voice said, coming from the speakers of my laptop. The bubble above his head was replaced with a real voice, but I could tell it was KC-Beer. I hadn’t seen two players yet that looked identical, plus he was wearing the same clothes.
“Hello,” I stupidly said, not knowing how or if I could even talk to him.
“Click the mike symbol.”
“Can you hear me?”
“Yes. How did you get in here?”
“You’re that beer guy. How’d you get in here?”
“Beer guy?”
“Yes. Your name.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m that guy. Where did you get that code?”
“Where did you get yours?”
“Are you always this difficult?”
“Me? You’re the one that can’t take a hint when a girl’s trying to tell you to get lost.”
“You intrigued me.”
“How? I tried to avoid you.”
“That’s what intrigued me. You’re supposed to come here and talk to people, get to know people around the globe, maybe find true love.”
“Humph, yeah, okay. Whatever.”
“You haven’t talked to anyone here but me. You blow every guy off that tries to talk to you. Why? What are you doing here, Cass?”
Jesus. Has this guy been stalking me all long? “Is that your real voice?”
“Oh my god. Can you keep your mind focused for one minute?” beer guy asked with an attitude. What the hell? Who the hell did he think he was?