13 Going On 30 (Peterick)

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I woke up in a bed that was unfamiliar and soft. Someone's arms were around me. I turned to see a man a hell of a lot older than me. I screamed and jumped out of the bed.

"Babe what's wrong?" He said sleepily. I noticed I was naked. I looked down. Damn, I lost a lot of weight. I touched my head and noticed my hair was shorter to.

Completely forgetting the dude in my bed I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. I was OLD.

I turned back to the man. "Who are you?" I asked trying to be calm.

"Um, Joe, your boyfriend,"

"Boyfriend!?" I nearly choked.

"Patrick," Joe started. I backed up and ran into a tv that toppled over easily and fell to the ground. Wow. It was thin. I noticed a sharp pain in my lower back.

I rummaged tho house quickly throwing some clothes on and a trucker hat. Joe stared at me as I sprinted out of the house. I was in Chicago. I ran down the busy sidewalks before running into a man with a beard and a tattoo on his throat.

"Oh my God, Patrick! We're gonna be late for our meeting!" He said as he started dragging me. "Armstrong is gonna be pissed."

"Who are you? And who is Armstrong?"

"Patrick are you okay?" He asked.

"Who are you?" I said more sternly.

"I'm Andy, you're best friend." He sounded hurt. I felt really bad.

"I don't know anybody. I woke up with a man I didn't know in my bed. He claimed to be my boyfriend! What about Elisa?"

"Alright, um how do I start?"