You'd had a bad week. A VERY bad week. It started with your girlfriend of three years dumping you, and it only went downhill from there.
In complete fairness to Rebecca, she was honest with her reasons and did her best to let you down easy. She wanted to be with someone who had greater aspirations than to work at an arcade for the foreseeable future, if not the rest of his life, and had met a guy who fit the bill at her own job. You understood her reasoning, but it didn't make it suck for you any less. What made it unbearably awkward, however, was when she actually tried to leave your place her body threw a fit. As it turns out, Rebecca's body still loved you and didn't give a shit about your work so long as she could be with you, so when the time came for Rebecca to leave, her head pulled her off and, quite literally, kicked her to the curb. Now, having Rebecca's hot body certainly seemed like a nice consolation prize at first, though you did miss the long deep conversations (which Rebecca's body was too slow a typist to keep up with) and the kissing (which was impossible for obvious reasons). However, as Rebecca's head angrily called you day in and day out, demanding to speak with her body to try talking her into dumping you and coming back to her, it certainly wore your nerves thin and made getting a good night's sleep difficult.
THEN, halfway through the week, the next gut punch was delivered. The arcade you worked for burned down. According to the official report, some frayed wiring in an old Indiana Jones pinball machine had lit up the ratty old carpet and since the arcade ran on the sort of profits that made the manager regularly choose between "paying his electricity bills and his employees" and "paying for preventative maintenance on his fire sprinklers and his insurance bills", the place went up like a matchbox and there was no way in hell it'd ever be rebuilt. This was a crushing blow since Mead Town only had 2 arcades and the other one wasn't hiring, leaving you out of work and with nowhere to look for one in your field. For the time being, you'd have to live off Rebecca's body's salary, which was only half of what she formerly made seeing as how her head and body were both entitled to half their shared paycheck since neither had legally 'divorced' the other yet.
THEN,to end your week, you lost your body and car. You'd been driving around town looking at every place with a 'now hiring' sign in its window, when a truck going down a hill had a brake failure and t-boned the hell out of you. The impact launched your head off your body and sent you sailing out the open window (your car didn't have an A/C). Your head, luckily, skidded across a freshly watered soccer field and apart from some light bruises was unharmed. Your body, on the other hand, had been completely Final Destination-ed, as the truck that hit you had been carrying a bunch of scrap metal from a construction site.
So, in only a week you'd lost part of a girlfriend, most of a self, your job, and your car. Also, while the insurance companies were still dueling about who was at fault and how much you were owed for your maiming, what was already certain was that it would be a LONG time before you ever saw a dime in compensation for your loss.
Not all was lost, however. Your girlfriend('s body), taking pity on you, had allowed you to wear her until you got back on your feet. Or any pair of feet you could afford, that is. While the gesture was certainly touching, it did feel pretty weird. While mis-matched heads and bodies weren't too odd a sight in Mead Town, it still provoked some gossip, snickers, and disapproving looks from the less open-minded members of the town and especially around tourists. It wasn't like you could hide your condition, either. Your head was an angular olive skinned block with short cropped black hair and a goatee, a predominantly Spanish and Italian mix with small traces of Moor and Native American thrown in. Rebecca, meanwhile, was a pale skinned, red freckled, and extremely curvy Scot who's body reacted to sun exposure the same way a space shuttle reacted to atmospheric reentry. IE it burned bright red and flaked like crazy. So getting your skin-tones to match would be impossible and hiding the huge T&A that had first caught your eye at the pub all those years ago also wasn't an option (That probably made you sound pretty shallow. You didn't fall in love with her for her body! That's just what got your attention!... whatever.)
Waking up to a brand new week, a week which surely couldn't go worse than last week... right?... you and Rebecca's body...
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