Refresh: Extras

Fresh and Jessie meet ???

:) Andrew and Allison. Obviously from the past. In their time Baby Jessie has literally barely been born. Very very tight time window where Jess was born, Fresh was free and Andrew was alive.

   "Jess?" Fresh asked. Stars he had a headache. "Oh great. This place."

   "This place? What place? What's going on?" Jess was clearly frustrated.

   "Error, Geno, and I have been here a few times. Club and Dec too. We wrote it off as a dream at first but after it happened a couple times we stopped." Fresh sighed. He wondered who it was this time.

   "What are we doing here pops..?" Jessie asked softly.

   "Meeting someone probably. That's what usually happens." He hummed. " Wonder who it is."

   "Oh." Jessie sighed sitting down. "You never told us about this."

   "You never asked." Fresh yawned.

   "How long have you been up?"

   "Couple hours. Big project im working on." Fresh yawned.

   "Excuse me. Do you know where I am..?" A feminine voice spoke up.

   Fresh turned. His eyes widened. "Allison."

   Her eyes widened. "Faris."

   "Allison?!" Jessie gasped. "As in my mother Allison!?"

   "What?! Faris where is your father!?" Allison snarled.

   Jessie stepped up. "Come one step farther and I wont hesitate."

   Allison stepped back. "You look just like my brother... but younger."

   "Maybe because im your son."

   "From the future." Fresh added very rigid and on edge. "Andrew isn't here. And I amd NOT Faris."

   Allison scoffed. "You expect me to believe this bullshed?"

   "Your son Jessie was born November 4th XXXX. He has dark hair and gree ryes. Your husband is a stay at home father while you "work" you get put in a mental hospital when im almost 6. At that point father is dead already and im gone." Jessie huffed.

   Allison stared. "Oh my stars. You are Jessie."

   Jessie stepped back. "Don't touch me."

   "Allison? What's going on?" Oh funk.

   Fresh whirled around and hia fist collided with a face before he stopped himself. "Y O U."

   Jessie stared. "Pops?"

   "Pops!?" Allison screeched.

   "Faris?" Andrew snarled from rhe ground.

   "That isn't my name!" Fresh snapped. Sleep deprivation + Trauma = Snapped.

   Luckily light filled the area and Fresh jolted up messing up the papers on his desk. Whoever does these things is cruel...