𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮 , 𝟖𝟎𝐬

50 = 88

THURSDAY, DECEMBER 18th 1987

"how's everything at home with your aunt?" michael asks me as we walk through the parking lot.

"awkward, but alright i guess. we don't talk that much. she's been out most of the days, i don't know where she heads off to." i shrug my shoulders.

"i'm sure she'll come around, kid. just gotta give her some time to process."

"yeah, i don't know. maybe."

"you did great in there." he smiles.

"that was the worst interview i've ever done." i shake my head.

i just got called in for a last minute interview and shoot with seventeen magazine. they wanted to know all about my return back to hollywood.

of course that meant i had to keep up the lie that i faked my death and changed my name, but hey, i'll do anything to keep things running smoothly here.

"you hungry? i'll take you out to dinner somewhere."

"no, i'm alright. thanks though. i might just head back home and heat up some mac and cheese or something."

"okay." michael smiles and then pulls me in for a hug, "and that was a good interview, you know? you did great."

i shake my head, "i don't know why they wanted to shoot with me in the first place."

"because you might've forgotten, kid, but you're a big star here. why wouldn't they want you on their front cover?"

i roll my eyes subtly, "i'll let you know if i hear back about cocktail."

"please do, they said anytime from now 'till sunday you could hear. drive safe kid, alright?" he yells while walking away to his car.

"alright!" i stand there waving for a second before heading off to my aunts' car that's parked in the opposite direction.

i decide as a treat for myself i will head to the nearest 7/11 before going home.

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i can't understand why i'm crying in a gas station while holding a slushie in my hand. these things are supposed to make you happy.

i guess maybe it's because i feel like our friend group is falling apart - once again.

7/11's remind me of jason and jason's no where to be found. i know he's probably drinking alone in his apartment like he has been, but the jason i know is no where to be found.

i hate the fact that corey and i tried to warn river, especially when he reached out to us for help first, and the founders physically stopped us.

i was thrown into a different time and a good person's life is in my hands now. i'm worried i'll mess it up. screw up the history of the iconic 80s decade, and screw up the precious life of river phoenix that i'm intended to save with the help of my blonde friend.

the blonde friend who screams out of fear at the slightest jump scare and cares too much about everybody and not enough for himself. but then again, he's not even blonde anymore. he's dark haired, all thanks to those girls from rob lowe's party.

gosh, maybe corey was right and i am pms'ing.

"did you get the wrong flavor or something?" a soft voice knocks me out of my depressing thoughts.

i sniffle, looking to the person beside me.

"christian?"

"in the flesh." christian slater smiles, grabbing a plastic cup to fill up a slushie of his own.