Bill and Ted Imagines

Young Guns

When my excellent friends and I travelled through time for our history report last year, we befriended a handful of historical figures. One of them was the infamous gunslinger Billy the Kid. Despite his reputation, he was actually a pretty cool dude once you got to know him. So-crates adored him. In our short time together, I feel like I really got to know him. We were like partners in crime, but there wasn't any actual crime (on my part, at least).

Shortly after we returned everyone to their correct points in time, a new western movie was released to the world. Young Guns. The star: Billy the Kid himself. Well, Emilio Estevez. The second we found out, we knew we had to go and see it. That's exactly what we did. Our trio was first in line on opening night. We almost dropped our snacks because of how much we got. You've never seen a bigger tub of popcorn than the one Ted was carrying, among other things. We thought the movie was excellent and found ourselves talking about it for a while afterwards.

When it was released for VHS, the guys turned up in my room with a copy. I didn't even know they were in the house until they burst through my bedroom door. Ted loaded it up immediately before the pair quite literally jumped on my bed to watch it again. Thankfully, Bill brought a bag of snacks. With Ted to my left and Bill to my right, we munched away as we became immersed in the movie again. That meant falling in love with Kiefer Sutherland's Doc Scurlock again. It would've happened anyway since I already loved him in The Lost Boys and Stand By Me.

Once Bill and Ted had gone home, an idea sparked in my head. I never mentioned it to the guys because I didn't have a way to pull it off. I thought about it for a few weeks - even the guys could tell my mind was elsewhere. Considering it's just a silly idea, I kept it to myself when they asked. However, the chances of fantasy becoming reality are about change. Just as I'm about to push open the door to the Circle K, a phone booth crashes a few feet away from me. Naturally, I change my destination as I head over to it.

"Hello, my excellent friend." Rufus greets me as he exits the booth.

"Hey, Rufus. Bill and Ted aren't with me." I warn him.

"That's alright, Y/N. I'm only here for you."

"Oh. Well, what's going on, Rufus?" Now I'm even more intrigued.

"From time to time, the chosen ones will regain access to a booth like this one." He gestures behind him. "For whatever purpose you desire."

"That seems like a risky choice."

"I'm from the future. This has all already happened."

"So, you know about my Young Guns idea?" He nods deeply. "Is that why you're here?" He nods again.

"It's all yours." He steps to the side. "Good luck and have fun."

"Wait, you're not coming?" I hesitate.

"Of course not. Why would I be accompanying you on your venture?" He makes it sound obvious.

"Well, I've never done this alone before."

"You know what you're doing, don't you?"

"Well, yeah. But -"

"I have full confidence in you, Y/N." He cuts me off with more trust than anyone has ever had in me.

"Thanks, Rufus." I give him a sincere smile as I take his place in the booth.

"Best not to keep him waiting. Catch you later."

Bidding farewell to my future friend Rufus, I dial the number from the phone book and brace myself for the travel. I never thought I'd see in the inner workings of the circuits of time again, especially by myself. No matter how much I do this, I doubt I'll ever get used to the sudden impact of landing somewhere. I hate that part.