Song: Right Back Where We Started by: Maxine Nightingale
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I was walking along the sidewalk, I went into a store, "Hey, Y/n." The register greeted.
"What's up, Mark?"
"Nothing much, just waiting for my wife to call me back."
"Ouch, get into another fight or did you cheat on her again?" I asked.
I saw him glare at me, I chuckled as a couple came in. I grabbed a pack of cigarettes and walked out of the store, I got on top of the trash cans and climbed on to the roof and sat on the edge.
All of a sudden, someone teleported up here. I screamed and threw my lighter at him. "Wha- ow! What the hell?" He groaned.
He sat up, "why are you up here?"
"Why are you up here?" I asked, "I also need that back..."
He threw the lighter off the roof. "What the fuck-"
"Smoking's bad for you."
I stared at him, "you're kidding, right?"
"You're too young."
"I'm too young?"
"What are you doing up here?"
"Go away, Dad." I scoffed, standing up.
"Are you lost or something?" He followed me.
"Jesus. Go away you weird teleporting child man." I stammered, looking for words to describe him.
I went into a store, he followed me in. I saw the employee busy talking to customers, I stole a lighter. The teleporter guy gave me a weird glance. I then walked out of the store.
"You could've paid for that."
"I'm poor." I told him, putting a cigarette in my mouth and lighting it.
I heard him hum in response. I went down an ally way, he followed me. He looked around as if he was here before.
I knocked on the door in a pattern. The door unlocked. I walked in, the guy did as well and closed the door behind him.
I walked up the steps. He followed me and knocked on the door. Elliott opened the door next to it. He looked at the guy next to me.
"What do you want?"
"Hi, I'm selling encyclopedias for my youth group. I was curious if--"
Elliott closed the door.
"Encyclopedias, really?"
He shrugged.
I knocked on his door. "El, let me in, I left my you know what on the couch."
He gave me a confused expression.
Elliott didn't answer. I sighed. The guy teleported. I heard screaming, the door opened. "Why thank you." I smiled, closing the door behind me. Elliott was holding a knife.
"How'd you do that?"
"Don't really have time to explain."
"Y/n, how'd he do that?"
"I don't care." I said, walking towards the couch. I picked up my condoms in the cracks of the couch and put it in my back pocket. I opened a drawer and stole Elliott's wallet, I put it in my other back jean pocket.
I grabbed the box under the couch and sat down. I opened the box.
"You ever heard of, uh, Area 51? Roswell?"
