𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮 , 𝟖𝟎𝐬

35 = 2 threats

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 23rd 2018

kennedy's point of view

i'm driving down the highway to jason's house in a panic. i feel so scatter-brained, like i can't think straight about anything. i'm praying to god all the boys remember me here in 2018 and i'm also praying to god corey will still remember me next time i go back to the 80s.

my phone begins to ring and i let out an exaggerated groan as i reach for it.

"hello?"

"kennedy, where are you?" my manager michael's voice comes through on the other line. he sounds almost just as concerned as i am in this moment.

"oh! good to know you remember who i am." i exclaim in a sarcastic tone.

"what?" he asks, "never mind, where are you?"

"driving to jason patric's house."

"why? did something happen? i just heard someone saw you running through the trees on santa monica boulevard. did you travel back-"

"yes! i did, listen i really can't talk right now-"

"kennedy-"

"i'm on a very important mission, sorry! bye!" i yell and then hang up the phone.

fifteen minutes later and i'm pulling into jason's driveway. i really hope he's home, i didn't even send him a text asking if i could stop by. i hop out of my car and jog up to his front porch, ringing the doorbell.

i'm anxiously tapping my foot as i wait for the door to swing open. i notice the top of jason's head as he peaks through the small stained glass window at the top of the door. his eyes widen once he sees it's me and then he disappears.

"jason!" i yell, knocking on his door, "i literally just saw you-"

before i can finish my sentence he's opening the door and roughly pulling me inside. i watch as he quickly closes the door behind us, locking it, and then looks out the window again.

"what are you doing?" i pant.

"did you see them? are they out there?" he sounds really paranoid.

"is who out there? wait- do you know who i am?"

he looks at me with his eyebrows furrowed, "y-yeah? the fuck kind of question is that?"

"oh thank god." i let out a breath, holding my chest in relief.

"did you see anyone outside though?" he repeats his question.

"no? what are you talking about?"

"these three men came to my door about thirty minutes ago. all dressed up in suits and shit, trying to ask me questions about you and the dreams i had and ..." he shakes his head, "everything. they were asking about everything, kennedy."

"well that's a new move for paparazzi. coming to your house?" i laugh.

"they weren't paparazzi! they said they worked for some scientific research company out in alaska. they called themselves 'the founders.'" jason holds up air quotes.

i scrunch my face up in confusion, "why does it sound like you were visited by an underground cult?"

"because i think i was." jason mutters, peering past the curtains on his window.

"i just came back from the 80s, none of you remembered me. only haim did." i sigh, explaining to him the initial reason i came over.

"yeah, i know. don't you remember every time you use that stupid portal and come in contact with young me i instantly go into a dream state?" jason asks.

"oh, yeah." i mumble staring down at the floor.

"i was asleep dreaming all of that and then around 9 those guys came knocking at my door."

"that's around the same time i made it back here ... to 2018." i say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"yeah, well they were talking about things no one else knows about."

"like what?"

"like, asking me to describe how i felt when you first told me you time travelled there, and if you felt real. you know, like physically." he seems uncomfortable in the way he's fidgeting around.

"what?" i asked, feeling completely lost about everything that's going on right now.

"if i can remember correctly his exact words were, 'during sexual intercourse were the physical bodily sensations the same as they are in this realm?'"

i could've choked on air right then and there. my jaw had dropped to the floor, basically.

"in this realm?" i question and jason nods his head profusely.

"i- i don't think i have any words." i shook my head, "no one knows about that stuff! all the press knows about here is that you hit me with your car, i time-travelled, i was in the lost boys, and you and i dated!"

"exactly, ken, that's what i'm saying. they asked me about things no one else knows about."

"so you think they have something to do with you, feldman, and jake not remembering me?"

jason shrugs his shoulders, "i don't know, it's pretty coincidental that happens today and then they show up here."

i let out a sigh, combing my fingers through my hair, "i should probably head home. michael was calling me all pissed off when i was on my way here. i'll call feldman and jake, see if they were visited by those men too-"

"kennedy." jason says the second my hand wraps around the doorknob.

i look up at him waiting to hear what he has to say.

"be careful, alright? the founders kept asking about you, wanted to know where you were. my best bet is if they find you ... they're not gonna let you go that easily."

my stomach drops at his words.

i nod my head and open his front door, "i'll be careful. i promise."

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