I woke up to the smell of pancakes and felt so warm inside. Here I was the start of 1979. January 1st.
I got up out of Max bed and put on one of his dress shirts in an attempt to be cute.
What was I thinking?
I walked down the stairs in just his dress shirt. I got to the end of the stairs looking around at the beautiful artwork around me.
Max smiled "So you decided to wear my shirt then?"
"Maybe" I replied with trying not to laugh.
"So how would you feel about going to an artshow?" Max asked
"I'd love to I haven't been to one since I was about three or so I remember the lady up the street of my California childhood home before I moved to Massachusetts.
She took me to a beautiful art show in Santa Monica. That women Norma Jeane was like a second mother to me. When she died I was sad for months then my mother made us move to Zanarkand, Masachusetts. " I replied with a fearful look of opening up.
"That must've been really hard for you then huh?" Max has said
"It was." I held back my silent tears. But I tried keeping in the pain.
We ate and then I got dressed we were going to be going to a local art show in Oslo.
I was sort of happy Max was wanting to spend time with me. We got out of the car and went inside the gallery. Max and I were admiring a Van Gogh painting. That's when I heard a voice behind me.
"Jude? Is that you?"
Shocked and startled.
A/Nsorry for the late chapter guys.
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The Gemini Who Knew Too Much
FanfictionIt was the end of everything I knew. The silence was deadly as I waited to start over. After all this was 1978. Oslo was my only hope as a photographer and escape from a war with myself. Since I was ten I had known about these powers. The lady that...
