Time Changes Everything (Completed)

Chapter 11- Xander

Chapter 11

Xander

2013

I got up and began to pace around my hotel room.

I could only get back touching Taylor.

So how on earth could I do it without Taylor?

After a while I sat back down on the bed, trying to think of a plan but to no avail.

I pulled a hair off my shirt. It was long, brown and silky.

It was Taylor's.

Taylor's hair.

Taylor's hair.

I didn't know if it would work, but I couldn't help but try. I laid the hair on my left hand and used my right to dig the necklace out of its home in my pocket. I touched the clock carefully.

I began to feel weak and dizzy. My last thought before my brain fogged up was a vague, "Yes!"

***

My eyes fluttered open at an annoying snoring noise. I realized I was laying a bed in the same hotel room 62 years later.

Next to me was a snoring old man.

I jumped out of the bed instantly, trying to be quiet, but the man woke up anyways. When he saw me standing there he let out a strange noise and pulled a pocket knife from his nightstand.

I lifted my hands over my head in a sign of surrender or peace.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'll just go-" and I bolted out the room and into the elevator.

Once outside of the hotel, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I had escaped the hotel.

And I was back in 2075, where Taylor was.

I boarded the Transport at the nearest door and thought for a moment. She had been on the way to McDonalds when I left, so I could only hope she had gotten there safely and stayed there the whole time I was gone.

The Transport was quick, but the ride seemed to go quite slowly. I was very nervous; was Taylor there? Because if she wasn't, I had no idea whatsoever where I could find her.

I dashed out of my seat the second it stopped and bolted into the restaurant. I scanned the room quickly and could tell right away that she wasn't there.

Fear washed through me. She didn't have any money, of course she wasn't in here. But where could she be?

I went back outside and looked around the side of the building. I was about to check the back when I heard something.

"Xander!" Taylor shrieked. Something flashed by me and suddenly I felt her body smash into mine as I was enveloped in a bone-crushing hug.

I put my arms around her as she rested her head on my chest.

Was this something friends did?

Or did she finally think of me as something more?

My question was soon answered. She drew her head back but kept her arms around me as she looked me in the eyes. In that moment I realized how much I actually did like her.

And then she was kissing me.

Taylor, you could say my crush, was kissing me.

I must've fallen asleep in the hotel.

Much to my disappointment, she soon pulled back. She blushed furiously and pulled away from me.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, looking at the ground, "I shouldn't have-" she stopped.

"What do you mean?" I asked, concerned. I hoped she wasn't going to say that she didn't mean the kiss.

"Well... You probably didn't want that..." She looked up. She was so cute right now. "Did you?" She looked hopeful, almost pleading me to say I had wanted it.

"Are you kidding me?" I replied, and I briefly saw her eyes widen before I pressed my lips against hers again.

***

It must have looked strange to see a couple kissing behind a McDonald's. It must've looked even stranger, though, to see that couple disappear out of thin air.

But, however strange, that's basically what happened. I pulled out the necklace as soon as our kiss was over, touched the clock, and we traveled back to 2013 quite succesfully.

By the time I had collected my things from my hotel room and safely gotten Taylor back to her house, her parents had dinner ready. I could see Mrs. Smith looking suspisiously from our holding hands to Taylor's face and back.

"Is there something... I should know?" she questioned, eyebrows raised.

"I broke up with Ryan," Taylor responded happily. She then looked at me as if we shared a secret, although our "secret" was pretty obvious. I could tell Mrs. Smith knew what was going on between us, although she didn't say anything more.

It was perfect. Taylor was perfect, we were perfect for each other.

Oh god, I didn't know I could be that sappy....

But anyways, it was going perfect... Until I remembered that we lived 62 years apart.