I'm Going Back To Indiana (MJ Fanfic)

Is Too Far Gone

"Dee," Shan whined. "Can you not whistle Rockin' Robin so loud? People are starting to stare."

Dee laughed once, "Or maybe it's because you're wearing black skinny jeans."

"I couldn't help it, those bell bottoms were starting to chafe! I swear to God Rebbie must eat like a freaking humming bird to fit into them." Shan whispered back. 

As they walked through the grocery store, people looked at them up and down, whispering to each other when they thought the coast was clear... and it usually wasn't. 

The two girls had went into Buy N' Bag to get some much needed essentials in their home. It was amazing how far fifty dollars went in the 60's. If they managed it well, they'd be able to buy enough stuff to live for five months, but in 2017 fifty dollars would hardly pay for half a cart of items. 

"Next on the list is... napkins, toilet paper, and paper towel." Dee read. 

Shan grabbed a roll of heavy duty paper towels and threw it in their basket. "Done, done, and done. What's next?" 

"We're gonna be using this for all three?" Dee giggled. 

"Hey, it's two ply!" 

They walked up front and stood in the check out line - that seemed to drag on forever - as they gazed at the magazines on the shelf. It was refreshing, yet very odd, not to see any Cosmos, People, or Us magazines gracing the isles. 

"Oh, Cindy!" A young teenager squealed behind them, hugging a magazine to her chest.

Dee and Shan turned, watching them with interest. 

"Can you believe it? Elvis released another new song!" She cooed, biting her lip. 

"Oh my God, Becky, he is such a hunk! Priscilla is so lucky!" The blonde one squealed. 

"Well, she better make the most of it while it lasts, because it's so obvious that I'm going to marry him someday." Cindy put her hand on her chest. 

"Not if I beat you to it." Becky giggled. 

"Jeez," Shan whispered. "It's like looking in a mirror..."

Dee laughed once. "Yeah... fifty years ago."

"Really though," Shan agreed. "We come from a long line of fan girls. These chicks were just the earlier generation. It's so... trippy. It's like meeting distant relatives or something."

The blonde girl Becky pushed her glasses up her nose, and leaned in to whisper quietly. "I hear they're going to have a baby." 

"Nuh-uh!" Cindy gasped. 

"Yeah-huh! I read it somewhere."

"Becky, you shouldn't believe everything you read in those magazines. They don't always tell the truth."

"Well, these magazines did predict Marilyn Monroe's death." Becky pointed out. 

"Total luck, I mean --" 

"Next... NEXT." The cashier called, pulling Dee and Shan out of their eavesdropping.

"Oh, that's us!" Dee said and she threw their groceries onto the table. 

They went quickly, tossing item after item onto the small conveyor belt as the cashier put them into paper bags. When he was finished, they grabbed their groceries and walked out, when a sign caught Shan's eyes. 

"Wait." She stopped mid stride, almost colliding with the old couple behind them. 

"Ha... sorry." Dee apologized as Shan took the flyer from off the wall. "What is it?"