"it's more than a feeling of deja vu. things are repeating. but this time ... i know how to stop them."
[ sequel to THE MANDELA EFFECT ]
au
ft. jason patric, the corey's, etc
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"you go along with everything, okay?" michael whispers, "she thinks you faked your death? then you did."
the five of us are huddled in a circle in the foyer as aunt maggie sits alone at the dining room table.
"i swear all i do is lie anymore!" i whisper-yell.
"at least you're good at it." jason shrugs and i nudge him in the arm.
"i mean look at her!" we all peak our heads around the corner of the wall.
she's staring at the can of jolt cola on the table in front of her, hands clasped under her chin, and her foot is tapping wildly against the floor.
"she's angry," i state, once we've all resumed back to our huddle, "what if she threatens to send me off somewhere?"
"you kidding?" feldman asks, "she'll probably never let you leave the house again after all this."
"great." i mumble, sarcastically.
"you've got the story down, right?" michael asks.
"i think so?"
"let's go, the anticipation is killing me." haim mumbles, before motioning us to follow him out to the dining room.
"hey," michael stops me from following them just yet, "i'm glad you're back, kid."
i give him a hug, "me too."
michael and i make our way down the hallway that leads directly into the dining room, kitchen, and living area.
i awkwardly take a seat across from aunt maggie as everyone else sits off to the sides of the table.
"i should've never put you into acting." is the first thing maggie says, "it was your dream since you were ten. i thought i was being a good aunt taking you to those acting classes and getting you into those commercials. now look at you! an adrenaline junkie, faking your death, and jumping in explosions!"
"if i'm an adrenaline junkie then i know where i got it from." i point to her, my eyes not leaving the energy drink she's downing.
my comment sends feldman's foot into my ankle from underneath the table.
"ow!" i yell at him.
"just be honest with her, ken-" feldman quickly coughs, trying to cover his slip-up of using my real name, "i- i mean brandy."
"ken?" maggie's eyes almost bop out of her head, "what'd you change your name too? you picked barbie's boyfriends' name? ken?"
i almost have to hold in my laughter at how terribly aunt maggie is taking all of this.
"she did change her name." jason tells another lie, trying to smooth things over, "that's what you do when you fake your death! you change your name too- ouch!"
