2012!Dan-
My eyes drift open and I'm greeted by my classic room, but something wasn't right. It felt off for some reason. I sit up, stretching and rubbing my eyes open. My room was a bit rearranged, but that's all I could tell was altered. Some stuff was new to me, others old just in a different place. I figured this could all just be some stupid attempt of a prank Phil was trying to do, so I just get out of bed and get changed. My wardrobe seemed slightly different and that's when I seemed to realize my room wasn't the only thing that had changed a bit.
I quickly run into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind me. Looking up at the mirror I see—well myself— but.. not at the same time. I looked older, maybe a slight bit taller and my hair was cut shorter and appeared to be better groomed. My fringe could no longer come even close to reaching my eye. It wasn't much of a difference, but I knew I hadn't gotten a haircut in the past few days. I looked nearly exactly the same, except a few years older than I was or— am, or something. I'm so confused with what the hell is going on. I take a deep breath and look over at myself in the mirror, my hair still wild and my chest still bare.
"Okay, j- just calm down and stop freaking out. Phil will probably know what's happening. Hopefully." I mumble to myself, trying to keep calm.
I start to straighten my hair and just get ready for the day like I normally do, then quietly open the door and make a beeline for my room, not wanting phil to see me in just my boxers. I then quickly get dressed into a black shirt and some jeans. After convincing myself that it would be alright, I head down into the kitchen, figuring Phil would probably be getting something to eat for breakfast.
"Hey, Phil, can I talk to you for a sec?" I ask, walking into the kitchen where I found the refrigerator door opening, a hand on the handle that belonged to my flatmate.
"Of course, what's up?" He asks, standing up and closing the fridge door and placing the milk on the counter, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet, starting to make a bowl of cereal.
I pause as I caught a quick glance of his face. He looked exactly the same as I left him yesterday, except his hair was only slight different. You could see his ears just a small bit more and his face appeared as if he'd gotten older since the last time I saw him. On a normal day I would ignore this, but from what I could tell, today was not a normal day.
"Hey, did you get a haircut or something?" I ask, simply trying not to cut to the chase and startle him.
"What? No, the last time I got a haircut was a few weeks ago. Oh, and good morning to you too by the way." He says with a light smile, turning his head towards me and he then leaves a small, chaste kiss on my cheek.
My face turns a bright red and I'm frozen in place, confused as to what the hell just happened. This wasn't what we agreed on. We said we would be flatmates and nothing else, so why was he kissing me?! The entire argument we had last night was not going to be resolved with a kiss on the cheek when that's practically the reason this conflict all started!
"I... Um, Phil, what's going on?"
Phil puts the milk back in the fridge then takes his bowl of cereal and I follow him as he heads into the lounge and sits down at the table."What are you talking about? Dan, is everything alright?"
"I- No, everything's not alright! You just kissed me on the cheek after what we just discussed last night! And, not to mention I am so confused because Phil, I went to sleep last night looking a few years younger than I look now and you look different too! So, what the fuck is happening!" I yelled, already tired of whatever the hell this sick prank must've been. I look over at him, my eyes burning into his face with anger, but his expression was a large mixture of things; confusion, fear, hurt, anger.
"Dan... I don't understand. We didn't have an argument last night. I just helped you edit a gaming video and some other things then went to bed." He answered hesitantly, his voice hushed, carefully spitting out each word as he spoke.
"Phil, what are you talking about?! We don't even make gaming videos, so stop trying to lie to me!"
Phil stands up, coming closer to me, anger beginning to bubble up inside of him."Dan, what the hell are you on about? Firstly, I would never lie to you and second, I am starting to get really concerned about you. Do you understand where you are, your age, what years it is?" He asked, only raising his voice slightly. Phil never was the kind of guy who liked to start yelling and getting into fights, especially if I was the one on the receiving end of his anger.
I sigh as my mind seems to just give up on me, allowing the fear that I tried to keep in since the moment I woke up come out. "No, I don't know where I am, or my age, or the year. Fuck, I don't even exactly know who I am either. All I know is that I went to sleep after a huge argument about—well you should know, you are Phil after all! It was 2012 and I was a 21 year old Dan. Then, the next thing I know, I'm waking up and getting a kiss on the cheek from my own goddamn flatmate!"
I collapse onto one of the chairs next to him. "Fucking hell Phil, I'm just lost. I have no idea why I'm here, since this obviously isn't where I belong. You're kissing me for fucks sake so this has to be some kind of alternate universe right?" I sit down at the dining room table and look up at Phil, my mind being flooded with thoughts.
Who are you, did you go through the same pain me and Phil are going through now?
Do you even know who I am? Of course you do, you fucking kissed me!
That thought was one that brought a large question that I was fearful of just thinking about both here and in 2012.
What the hell are we?
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Dear Future Me
FanfictionIt's July 28th, 2012. Dan has gotten into one of the worst and most regrettable fights in his life with Phil, his best friend. This argument is in every way his fault but, in his defense he's just confused and scared of what will happen in the futur...