Writing through time

Chapter 3

It wasn't every day that something this bizarre happened in someone's life, hell there couldn't be that many people that this actually happened too. Especially in Lance's life, he had never thought in his wildest dreams that this would be happening to him yet it was, everything about this had to be real. He had only had this notebook for an entire night yet someone had replied to his poem, and this person's name was apparently Keith.

But that was the only thing that Lance knew about this guy. Well, he did know that he apparently wrote poetry in the book at one point but how he was still writing in it he has no idea, and it was completely baffling to him.

'How the hell can you write in this book too! My mother just got this? Are you sneaking into my room and doing this shit?!'

Lance was absolutely irritated and pissed off that this could even happen, and the thought of it even happening was beyond him. There was, of course, a near instant reply, and he watched in utter shock and horror as the writing appeared on the page

'What the hell do you mean writing in your book? This is the book that I have owned for nearly two months. I saved up a hell of a lot of money to even afford this book!'

'What do you mean to afford this book? These aren't that expensive, I can literally buy one with an hour of work. What are you from the 1860's? And how are you writing in my book like we are texting online!"

'What the hell is that supposed to mean?! Also, what do you mean online? What the hell does that even mean? And no it's not the 1860's! It is technically the late 1850's you dingus!'

Lance rolled his eyes there was no way that this was happening, it had to be some sort of prank. Though he wasn't sure how it was working at all, and he was pretty sure at this point he was losing his mind, or it was some sort of elaborate prank with invisible ink that reacted to body heat? Yeah, that had to be it!

'This has to be some sort of prank right? This is all some huge prank. Well very funny, what page does this stop happening on?'

'No this isn't a prank and to be quite honest I don't know what the hell is happening and who I am communicating with. Are you some sort of angel, or are you a demon?'

'What the hell kind of question is that?! I am a human excuse you, and it is 2018, there is no way you are from just before the civil war broke out. Nice try buddy, tell me what you're actually playing it because there is literally no fucking way that is real.'

Lance was tired of arguing with this person that he didn't even think was real at this point. He had to wonder if he was starting to lose it from lack of sleep and stress at this point. He sighed and put the notebook down.

"Maybe, I should go get a cup of coffee and hang out with Hunk for the day? I need some time away from this to figure out what the hell is up with this damn notebook. Though I guess it could be considered a journal since it is made out of leather and pretty decorative and doesn't have lines in it." Lance then shut the journal and decided that it was time to leave the house to distract himself from the damn thing and make sure he wasn't going completely nuts.

Lance: Hey Hunk! What are you doing this afternoon feel up to go and getting some coffee with your old friend and pal Lance? ;)

Hunk: Hey Lance! Sure, you know I am always up for some coffee and pastries my man. Is that even a question?

Lance couldn't help but laugh, Hunk was always there when Lance needed, and once knew he would drop everything to go to Hunk's aid, and he always did. They were the type of friends that it didn't matter if they were busy or irritated they would make time for them. They were like brothers and had always been close, especially when Lance first moved to the states with his family, it was a rough time but when he met hunk it felt like everything was going to be fine, there was no reason to worry about not having friends, because Hunk became his friend and soon he became a part of Hunk's friend circle.