"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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THURSDAY, DECEMBER 11th 1987
"kennedy, this is ridiculous." corey says as i continue to groan into the pillow i'm shoving my face in.
"you just got back! how can shit be going wrong again already?"
"ugh!" i sit up, throwing the pillow at him.
he flinches but catches it in his hands. his eyes dart from the pillow to me, "is this how we treat friends?"
"corey, how are you not freaking out?"
"i've freaked out too much in my life already, i don't know if there's any left in me."
i roll my eyes, "you sounded pretty freaked out on the phone yesterday!"
"you think the founders are following us?" he asks.
"why else would we both see them yesterday around the exact same time? why would they even be here?"
"how did they get here? in the 80s." his eyebrows furrow.
i shrug my shoulders, "they study this shit. they've probably got their own time machine in a maintenance closet or something!"
"okay, so besides the founders appearing here in the 80s ... what else is so weird?"
"um, jake is missing, hasn't been in school all semester. river's girlfriend is missing, jason went off the deep end and acted like he was in a trance. you dyed your hair like, 2 years early!" i exclaim.
"ken, dying my hair isn't freaky. you even said i have free will, it doesn't mean something weird is going on."
"no, something weird is definitely going on. why the hell was jason talking about settling down? and not with me? he's only four years older than me and he wants a wife and kid all of sudden? and he doesn't want that wife to be me?" my anger is slowly seeping out of my mouth as i talk.
not only am i on edge over the strange things are happening, i'm also the slightest bit hurt and jealous over what jason said to me yesterday.
"but he didn't break up with you?" corey's voice breaks my train of thought.
"no."
i watch as he begins to tap his pointer finger against his lips as if he's in deep thought.
"seems like he grew up super fast or something, i don't know." he laughs, while flipping the pillow around like it's a soccer ball.
i scoff, flopping backwards onto my bed, "he grew up super fast."
"yeah, like over night."
"over night." i repeat his same words.
"like time's moving faster than it-" corey stops his sentence short which causes me to sit-up right once again.
