Back in Time to You

Prologue

A/N- this story includes LGBT, prejudice themes and crude language

I woke up that morning exhausted. Sitting up, I glance around my room only to see a mess. Gee, what a great way to start my day, no less the year. Oh, there's Spencer in all of his lanky glory. He lays at the foot of my bed, his body dangling off of the side and his glasses barely hanging on to his face.

I laugh and swing my legs off the bed only to step on a sleeping James.

"Ugh... five more minutes," He groans, turning away to curl tighter into a ball.

"Weirdos," I mumble, stepping over my sleeping friend. Despite their oddities, I can't help but love them.

As I walk downstairs, the pounding in my head brings back memories from last night. Oh yeah, last night was New Year's Eve. October, another one of my crazy friends threw a party and the three of us didn't get back until three in the morning. Great. I'm shocked we even made it back at all. We're lucky my mom works the night shift at the hospital and probably got home only an hour before us and fall asleep exhausted. Otherwise, she probably would've woken up and slaughtered us.

I roll my eyes and enter the kitchen, making a beeline for the fridge. I swing the door open, making it slam into some adjacent cabinets and the loud noise makes me flinch. I shake my head, trying to relieve some of the pressure and reach into the fridge, grab a few water bottles, and slam it back shut with my foot. I'm sure the guys are just as hungover as I am and will appreciate the water.

I turn to head back upstairs but an envelope by the front door catches my eye. That's weird, I didn't think they even deliver mail on New Years Day, it being a holiday or whatever. I shift the four water bottles to one arm and bend down to grab the envelope. I glance at the back, out of curiosity, and see that it is in fact for me. That's cool and all, but my eyebrows furrow at the return address. Was it from me? Is that even possible?

"Carter?" I hear from behind me. I quickly pocket the envelope and whip around to see my six-foot friends. Spencer rubs his temples and yawns, "Mind sharing one of those bottles?"

I glance down at the four bottles I had clutched to my chest and back up at him. My brain was trying to run twenty different things through my head I couldn't even comprehend what he was asking of me. Was this some stupid prank? Was this Julie getting back at me for that time when I told her boyfriend she was a lesbian? What if it wasn't a prank? What if-

"Geez, how much did you drink last night?" He says, interrupting my thoughts. He walks over and grabs two of the bottle from my arms and turns to head back upstairs.

I shake my head and go to follow him, and although my headache has begun to subside, I only feel more disoriented. The letter in my pocket feels like a brick and my curiosity grows with every step I take.

And it continued to grow. For whatever reason, I felt like I couldn't open it in front of the guys so I had to wait all day for them to leave. Between the hours of Fall Out to the stuffing our face with cold pizza, it was beginning to feel like they would never leave until finally, "Well, we should probably head out," James says while scooping up his bag and standing up. James could probably sense that I was getting restless and was basically begging them to leave with my eyes.

Spencer groaned, "Do we really have to? My ma is gonna kill me for not coming home earlier."

" If you want a ride, then yes. Now," That got Spence up and out the door in seconds. No one wants to walk home in Minnesota's winter weather. You'd get frostbite by the time you make it down the street.

"Thanks for hanging out. See you on Monday?" I think aloud, wincing at the thought of school.

"Yeah sure, I'll see you then," James smiles and heads out after Spencer. I let out a breath as I hear the front door slam shut. I collapse on to the bed and stare up at the ceiling. I reach down and fish the, now crumpled, envelope out of my jeans.

I let out a sigh and mumble a quick, "Fuck it," before tearing the envelope open. I quickly scan it and something like a rock settles in my stomach. It was written with my handwriting, no doubt about it. I can recognize that chicken scratch anywhere.

Whatever, its now or never and I might as well get it over with. It's probably just some silly prank anyway. But before I can begin to read it the door to my room slams open.

Julie, my sister, stands at my door looking livid, "You told Zac I'm a lesbian?" She screeches. Wait, shes just finding out now? I sent him that text yesterday.

"Happy New Year to you too." I sass, rolling my eyes. She flips her hair blonde hair over her shoulder and flicks me off.

"You're such an asshole," she yells and tacks on, "I'm so telling mom when she gets home!" And stomps back to her room down the hall.

Wait, so if she just found out about that, then this letter can't be from her. I look down and glare at the letter, like giving it the death stare would help me figure this out any more.

Okay, here goes nothing.

Hello Carter,

Granted you are receiving this on time, happy New Year. I'm sure you are confused as to how you are receiving a letter from yourself. But those details don't matter right now, I will explain them in later letters. The fact of the matter is I need you to save someone. Someone I could not save then but you can now. I cannot change my past, but I hope to change your future. If I remember correctly, you go back to school on the fourth and there will be a new student in your class. His name is Simon Murphy. All I can ask you now is to please invite him to lunch with your friends. Be kind and accepting of him.

Thank you, your next letter should arrive on Monday. Open it after school when you get home.

Sincerely,

you from another time

What the fuck?

OKAY! There it is! Prologue... complete! Hella excited about this story, I have a feeling its gonna be a good one. So stick around my friends and enjoy Back in Time to You!!