"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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WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 7th 1988
"how long will your aunt be gone?" corey asks as his thumbs work fast on the hand-held device of the super nintendo. his eyes are glued to the game of super mario world as he sits on the floor at the foot of my bed.
"she said just for the night." i shrug my shoulders, flipping a page of the magazine i'm reading.
"what's so interesting in that magazine anyway?" he asks, looking at me as i lay on my back, fully focused on the glossy pages in my hands.
"you're on the cover. i'm trying to find the page you're on."
"what? what does it say about me?"
i roll onto my stomach so i'm facing him, "it says you confessed to being a terrible boyfriend."
his jaw drops, "where?"
i show him the front cover of the bop magazine, where there's a picture of him holding a soccer ball. the print below it says,
"COREY HAIM CONFESSES, "I'M A TERRIBLE BOYFRIEND!"
"i didn't know you have a girlfriend." i tease, but corey takes me seriously.
"i don't! i never even did a shoot with this magazine, how do they make up these lies?" he tries to grab it out of my hands, but i quickly snatch it away.
"bop magazine never lies."
"oh, right." he rolls his eyes, "go ahead and believe them over me."
i laugh, flipping to page 26 where the article is.
"it says right here that you're a terrible boyfriend for allowing me to punch greg in the face on new years eve. hm, looks like people really do believe there's something between us after all."
corey scoffs, sitting up on his knees so he's taller than the footboard of my bed.
"we must be really good actors then."
"yeah, must be." i agree with a smile before he pecks my lips with a quick kiss.
"should we tell michael? he'd be proud-"
our eyes dart to the phone lying on my nightstand as it begins to ring.
"i wonder who that could be." i sigh, sitting up to grab it.
"hello?"
"hi, sweetheart." michael's voice comes through.
"hey, we were just talking about you!" i smile, while looking over at corey who's laughing to himself as he continues to play video games.
"no way! you must be psychic, kennedy, and if that's true then maybe you know why i'm calling."
"i don't know if my psychic powers work that well."
