You woke up that morning feeling unusual. You went downstairs to get some breakfast. Your parents already left for work and you didn't know where your sister was. So you decided to text her just to ask. No reply. "Whatever." you say turning on some music as you eat your breakfast. When you go upstairs you see a cool vintage car drive past your house. "Weird." you thought.
You get a call from you mom asking you to go over to your Grandparent's house for some oil. "Why does this bitch need oil?" you said out-loud. No one could hear you anyways. You Grandparents house was literally right across the street from yours so you walked over to get the oil. As you were walking you felt weird. Then.
Crash.
You heard a loud ringing and you blacked out. Well more like whited out because you saw just white. You collapsed to the ground. Unable to move. Through the hard white that had temporarily blinded you, you got a glimpse of what happened a car, the vintage car you'd seen before, hit you. Before you could unpack of the rest that just happened you passed out.
"Hey! You okay?!" you heard a southern accent say. "Hmmmm?" you said groggy. "You should probably get off the road, i mean unless you want to get hit by a car." "I just did." you snapped back at whoever it was. You decided to open your eyes so that you could see who you were talking to.
Damn.
He was hot. He had blue eyes and was wearing a white tee, jeans, and a jacket that had a logo on it. He also had greased back hair. "You looked around and noticed that everything looked old. You looked at where your house was supposed to be and saw an older looking house. "Why does everything look so old?" you asked, looking back at the guy. "Whatd'ya mean?" he asked, reaching his hand out and pulling you up. "It looks like the 60's or something." you said. "Uh yeah..." he said. "Thats cuz it is."
"What."
