Weekends To Full-Time

Weekends To Full-Time (part 7) (The End)

I can nearly do this trick I thought to myself, knowing I am just trying not to think of what is literally right in front of me. I look up and push my hair back over my shoulders. It has grown as far down as the center of my back now, and I see my old body's flat complex. I know I want to go in there and see Josh my old body.

Plus, it is much colder than LA now that I am in London. I wouldn't mind being somewhere warm too, like the flat in front of me!

Now I sound like my brother, constantly complaining about wanting to go back to LA, saying how London sucks and how mom has ruined his life. Sure, I didn't want to go to London either, but I understand mom can't just say no to her boss. And our house is nice and big now, plus London is pretty cool. I've lived here for over 30 years when I was Josh, but once I got here as Rob, it all felt new with the different languages and how it is so different from LA.

And looking up at the flats, I don't know what to do. Here I am, still on my skateboard, trying to do a kickflip off the curb. I am scared to go in, not knowing what I will find, and I am more scared of one of them coming out and seeing me.

I was thinking this, the same loop of thoughts I have been thinking for the last hour, when I felt it before it happened. My board got stuck on my leg, and I knew I was going to stack hard. And I was not wrong. I fell straight onto my hands, and then an overwhelming amount of pain shot up my legs as both of them hit the curb, feeling like they were going about 60 miles an hour.

When I looked at them, there was blood. It was not bad enough to go to the hospital. But for now, but I definitely need to go somewhere to clean up these cuts, I won't be able to get back to my new house with the pain I am feeling right now, and then I Looked at the flats in front of me, and I knew, when I was Josh, I would help a random boy if he showed up at my front door when I was living there.

So, I sighed and knew I needed to go in and find out if Josh even still lived here. It's better than having to hear Mom go mental over how I ended up like this, looking at the scrapes on my hands and my ankles. The pain was killing me, so I limped to the elevator and pushed the 3rd-floor button, feeling a familiar feeling of having done this hundreds of times in my old body and life.

I walked out of the elevator, feeling sweat on my brow and on my shirt not knowing what is going to happen. I finally made it to "flat 35" and stood there, staring at the door, with my finger right near the doorbell. I stayed like this for at least 20 seconds, and then I took a deep breath and pushed the buzzer.

I stood there, feeling that maybe I should run off, but I knew I needed to do this. So I took a deep breath and stood firm. Then I heard movement. It was coming to the door, and I found myself breathing heavily, feeling terrified now. I thought he was going to yell at me or flip out, or maybe he wouldn't even recognize me after a year and around 6 months. I didn't know if I would be able to tell him who I am. But just at that moment, the door flung open, and there was my old body, looking mostly the same, staring shocked at me. All I could say was, "uhhh... hi."

But I couldn't help but stare at him. It was really odd, even though I feel like this body and life I've been living as Rob for over a year and a half feels like it's been my whole life. But still, it's weird seeing this old man, knowing I used to be so old. It kind of creeped me out. I do remember that I used to look like this man in front of me with his bald head and fat stomach. My old life felt like a dream, and seeing that dream right in front of me now just confirmed that it wasn't. It didn't help that he stopped talking to me over 9 months ago. So I've just been living life as Rob and not really thinking of Josh, aka my old life, until London was mentioned by Mom.

We stood there for what felt like 20 minutes but was mostly only 20-30 seconds until he finally said, "Hi... there," and then said, "How the hell are you here?" and they confused the voice, I didn't really know what to say. My head went blank when I saw the bald man, so I just said, "Well, it's kind of a... long story. But can I use your first aid box? I kind of stacked it outside," showing him the cuts on my ankles and arms.