Fixing Jesse (BOY×BOY)

Chapter 4: When Time Moves

90% Probability.

I had woken up to a shaking of my shoulder, grumbling something under my breath sounding something like 'Go away, Mikey' and 'Stop it'. Towards whoever was trying to disturb my peaceful sleep. I knew the burial was today, but at how dark the room was around me. There was no way it'd be time for me to get up.

"Mikey's still asleep." My father said to me, turning on the lamp in my room.

Looking up at the man, my eyes widened. Flinching back and sitting myself up rather quickly. My father, young again. I was back in my old bedroom... Again.

"What's the matter?" he asked in concern, sitting on the end of my bed as he looked at me.

I was speechless, squinting over the room. Lost in so much confusion, I felt like I could barely hear him whenever he spoke.

"I'm just doin' what you told me to, pop." My father spoke, trying to explain himself at seeing my reaction. "It's 5:15am."

Opening my mouth to speak, but I couldn't find myself to say anything. Having a slightly scared, yet shocked look on my face.

"Are you okay?" He furrowed his brows, raising his hand to feel at the temperature on my forehead.

I nodded in reply, clearing my throat. Trying to be able to speak without looking insane. "Yeah... I had a bad dream again."

That explanation seemed to be good enough for my father, after the conversation the two of us had the last time I'd seen him this way. I was officially back in time again, and it felt unbelievable. It was. Not being able to possibly make sense of any of this. Looking around the room still as my father walked out of the room.

Pulling out my phone, I checked the time. 5:19am. He did what he promised. So... He remembered. This was real?

Not a dream... But it was real, all of this was real? Did I really travel back in time?

Looking up at the ceiling of my bedroom, I thought about the things that I had said when all of this started. Feeling my hands starting to shake as I squinted towards the ceiling. Wondering if those prayers, if me cursing God... If He had actually heard me. Listened to me. Given, I was never much of a believer. Was this divine power? Or, had I accidentally signed myself over to the Devil? Was this a second chance, or punishment?

I couldn't tell. When I was able to just sit in my own company while my father got ready for work, I got myself off the bed and stood up. Making my way over to the door and opened it. Looking around. Taking myself to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Turning in the light, I stared into myself once again. My young face. My tired eyes. My messy, blonde hair. There was no doubt about it, no doubt at all.

"Fuck."

I checked my phone once again, looking at what day it had been. Monday... Did that mean that I would have to go to school today? High-School? Oh, no... "Shit..." Breathing out, I set my phone on the counter and washed my face with cold water. "Shit, shit..." Thinking I was done with High-School plenty of years ago. Guessing there was no time limit on how long that place could haunt you even after you've left.

Then, I started thinking. Blinking for a few moments in realization. This was real, and I've travelled back in time. Did that mean that I held all the power? That I could change everything, change the course of time? Was I actually capable of... Fixing everything? Make it how it was all supposed to be? Looking down at my hands, they suddenly stopped shaking. Instead, I started to feel quite powerful after the initial shock and realization.