(Y/N)'s POV
It was about time Andy and I went our separate ways. We exchanged contact information. He promised me this wouldn't be the last he saw of me. I began to think, heck, Karen may have been right.
He drove me back to my apartment and as the gentleman he has proven to be, walked me up to my door. It was quite nice how nobody really recognized him tonight. It was just like an ordinary date.
"Now I am asking permission love, can I kiss you good night?" Andy asked a bit shy.
From what I remember, he was quite a catch with a lot of girls. How could THE Andy Gibb be shy with me? Imagine me telling this story at school in the future. You know what, forget that statement.
As red as a tomato, I responded sweetly, "Of course Andy, I would be honored."
The kiss was sweet and gentle. He hugged me goodbye and went into my apartment.
As soon as I shut my door, I untied my converse and went to get comfortable. Who knew velvet was itchy material?
I went to the kitchen and put a tea pot to boil and fix myself some tea. Well, I hope I had some in the cabinet.
As I waited for that to boil, I continued to go through my house to familiarize me with more details of who I really was.
I found a photo album. I rummaged through it and saw photos of me and Karen, a memory of which I don't have. I also saw photos of me standing at the Downey, California sign, a photo with ABBA, and so many other memories I wish I could actually remember.
I also found a memory box, where I found my birth certificate with my same name from the future and same birthday, I was to have been born in 1959. This was all wild to me. It fathomed me how I was somehow someone important in another decade but as the same person from 2021.
As I came across a ticket stub from a Carpenters concert in 1970, I remembered I have to call Karen. I promised her I'd tell her everything. I poured myself a cup of chamomile tea and settled into the comfy recliner.
Luckily, I had experience with rotary dial phones because of my grandma. I looked for what I assumed would be my phone book and found Karen's number.
"Well hellooooooo!" Karen answered on the other end.
"Hey KC its me (Y/N). I hope I didn't wake you." I replied.
Karen's voice got all high pitched, "No me and Rich just got back from the studio. But soooooooo how'd it go? When's the wedding?"
I shook my head even though Karen couldn't see it. I couldn't help but start laughing yet again. "Karen I told you it was just a date."
Karen was smirking over the phone and begin singing, "You are on top of the world looking down on creation. You've only just begun to live."
I cut her off sharply, "Karen, I do assure you we exchanged information. But I'm probably just another one of his LA ladies."
"But, (Y/N), you don't know that. I bet you he's seen you at one of our concerts or seen you in the magazine interview with me. He probably knows who you truly are," Karen replied.
I took a sip of my tea before responding, "We shall see Karen."
"Don't forget we have rehearsal tomorrow for the children's charity show. I'll pick you up at 8:30am so we can get breakfast beforehand. I have a feeling Richard is going to keep us there longer then we need to be there," Karen stated with tiredness in her voice.
I glanced at the clock and it was almost 11pm. That's not actually late in my modern day terms but I thought if I had to be up and out of the house by 8:30a, I better go to bed soon.
"Well KC, I'll let you go. I'll be bright eyed and bushy tail for rehearsal tomorrow," I said with a smile.
I could hear Karen yawning and she responded, "Night (Y/N), see you tomorrow."
I headed to take a quick shower and try and do my usual routine that I did in the future. I put on the radio since I didn't have a TV in my room and went to sleep with a happy heart. I can't imagine what the rest of this new life will bring.
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