Unbelievable

|Calling Up The Past| Ch. 27

February 16, 2023

{POV : DAVE}

We're sitting in the back of Pat's car while Taylor is on the passenger's side in the front. I'm trying to comfort Y/n. It must've reminded her of not that long ago when she would get harassed almost every day when she was with Damon.

I look at her face and she's just staring straight ahead, almost emotionless. Just then I start to see her eyes sparkle and glisten with tears.

I hove her head from my shoulder and press her onto my chest. She holds onto me. She's almost gripping onto me. I start rubbing her back.

We're being driven in the exact opposite direction of the paparazzi. Pat and Taylor's conversation seems distant, it's almost completely drowned out it seems.

Y/n's shirt is starting to get untucked from her baggy pants and she sits up so she can completely untuck it.

She sits back in her seat and she holds my hand. We pull up to my apartment and the three of us thank Pat profusely. We get out and I pull out my keys and unlock the front door.

I look at Y/n only to see Taylor with his arm around her shoulders. Their conversation is muffled to me. She looks like she's being cheered up. They're laughing and Taylor's usual radiant happiness is back and Y/n is currently absorbing it.

I smile to myself as I open the door. Her smile is everything to me.

{POV : Y/N}

Taylor gives me a side hug but not an awkward one, a comforting one.

During the hug he puts his chin on top of my head. It's nice to have friend that isn't David. I know I have my band mates and stuff but I need someone else where my job isn't really interlocked with our relationship.

We walk into David's apartment. The three of us seemingly had the same idea. We all drop down onto the couch, exhausted.

I hold Dave's hand. I move my foot to cross his right ankle with my left.

I look over into the kitchen to see the time was 3:46. I needed to be in the studio at 2. What is wrong with me?

I immediately just up and practically run to the main bedroom to get lyrics I wrote and some parts for the drums and guitars I wrote too. Stuffing them in a big crossbody bag. I take my keys from the bag and say a quick bye to the both of them who look shocked and confused by my sudden rush.

"I guess she needed to be in the studio a long time ago." I hear Dave say to Taylor as I close the door.

As I'm driving I start to think about us touring again. It couldn't be a world one though I literally can't get a passport. Not if I don't have any kind of identification. I don't even have a drivers license... I've been driving illegally. Maybe I should stop doing that...

I get to the studio so we can record a couple of singles outside our new album and maybe things we're going put on the next one.

I'm knocking worriedly on the door.

"You're like two hours late." Nichole says angrily when she answers the door.

"I'm sorry we got swarmed by a group of paparazzi when we wanted to go shopping so we..." I trailed off while trying to defend myself.

"Oh... well... get in here! You better have something written." She says still with a tinge of anger in her voice.

"Yeah I've got a lot written." I say quietly while sitting down and taking the papers I had stuffed in my bag out.

"Wait this one's good." Daniel said in his Liverpool accent while looking at one of my songs.

"Thank you!" I say feeling as if someone was finally was being nice to me.

"I was thinking about that one song..." Nichole brings up trying to remember what we were working on previously.

"The uh... heart..." She starts.

"Telltale Heart" I say.

"Yeah that one!" She points excitedly.

"You guys... I was thinking about going on tour for this album..." I say trying to gauge their reactions.

"I would want to do that again." Josh says looking at Nichole.

"Hm... yeah... maybe." she says trying to make us think she didn't want to.

"Do guys know anywhere I can get a fake birth certificate?" I ask suddenly.

The three of them look at me in confused silence. I look around at all of them smiling awkwardly to them.

"Uh... I don't think I can explain." I say.

"I may have to call the police on you." Josh jokes.

"Why?" Daniel asks.

I sigh.

"This is going to be really hard to say. And no matter what I say please promise you won't tell anyone." I say seriously.

"We promise. Right guys?" She looks at the others for support. They all nod.

"Okay. The reason I don't have a birth certificate... well, I guess one I can't use..." They're all on the edge of their seats.

"I'm from the future." I confess. They're all silent they're stunned they probably think I've gone insane.

"I can prove it. I swear. I knew Kurt was going to die. I knew Everlong before Dave ever played it for me. I know everything. Everyone who's going to die every album the bands around us are going to put out... every song..." I say it all quickly.

"I know what bands are going to get popular now that grunge is dead." I cringe at the word. I suddenly remember my phone.

"Wait I have something. Come here so you can see it. I was born in 2004. This is my mobile phone from 2021." I say.

The screen lights up and it recognizes my face I show them Spotify, Google and YouTube.

"Oh. My. God." Nichole says slowly.

"Wait this is like real..." Josh says.

"I hope you think so because it really is." I say.

"How long have you been like... in the past?" Daniel asks.

"Eleven years. Since 1986. I haven't aged so I must be stuck somehow..." I say. I hadn't even thought of that. Why haven't I aged?

"Oh wow... Jesus." Nichole mutters.

"So that's why you need a birth certificate... based off of how old you should be..." Josh trails off.

"I should be 28." I say cringing. I'm technically nearing 30 and I still look 17.

"I would've been born in..."

"1969." Daniel says.

"Wow! I'm old. Older than my parents. My mom must be in high school right now. Maybe she listens to us huh?" I joke.

Nichole smiles and laughs lightly. Daniel shifts uncomfortably in his swivel chair. Josh squeezes my shoulder.