Silhouettes - An Owl City/Adam Young fanfiction

Chapter 3 - Galaxies

Adam lay on his bunk, (of the bunk bed) staring off into space. The other tour members had fallen asleep, but his mind was running wild. He was thinking of the mirror. Why was it so cheap? Did the old man know about it's magic? Or was it all in his head? Adam sat up, pushing the sheets off his body. His feet hit the cool floor of the bus. He kneeled beside his bed. Earlier that night, he had wrapped the mirror in old blankets and cloth, then gently set it in a cardboard box. He had then pushed the box under his bed so that it wasn't in anybody's way. Now Adam pulled it out again. He would just take a quick peek...

Adam set the pile of cloth aside and looked into the mirror. Of course the mirror reflected exactly how he looked that moment: Messy hair that stuck up awkwardly, puffy tired eyes, and his gray tank top. His pajama pants weren't visible, for he wasn't sitting in a position where they would show up in the mirror. There were other things in the background that were also reflected in the mirror, such as the bed. He stared into the mirror, looking for something. Anything. Everytime the mirror reflected himself blinking, Adam would jump up in suprise, just to settle back down in disappointment. Still, he waited. It felt like years before his reflection finally moved on it's own. It began blinking, then it appeared to yawn. It stretched it's arms, then smoothed it's hair down. Finally it looked through the mirror, into Adam's eyes. Adam couldn't contain his exitement. He threw his hands in the air. His reflection suddenly paused. It began...well, trying to say something. Or so it appeared. Adam leaned closer. "I can't hear you..." Adam whispered. His reflection stopped what it was doing. Slowly, it pushed his hand against the other side of the mirror. Adam tilted his head. He held his hand an inch away from his side of the mirror. Adam's reflection nodded, so Adam put his palm against the 'glass'. But that was just the thing. It wasn't glass. It was a portal. But Adam hadn't known that. He had been waiting to feel the cold glass against his palm. But instead, he was slipping forward. A million shades of all different colors flashed before his eyes, causing his mind to go berserk. Then, suddenly, it stopped. He blinked a few times, his eyes adjusting to the scene. He wasn't in the tour bus anymore. No, instead, he was sitting on the splintering wooden floor of an attic. There were a few boxes placed in the corner, and a window filtering in early morning sunlight. Everything appeared to be covered in a thick layer of dust, well, except one thing. A man that looked exactly as Adam did. same clothes, same eyes, same messy hair....same everything. Adam blinked. The man opened his mouth to speak. "I-I didn't think that would actually work" he whispered. Adam slowly began to realize what was going on. His reflection was more than a reflection, and the mirror had been more than simple mirror. In fact, the same mirror he had bought from the gift shop was sitting in front of him. Except it wasn't Adam's mirror. It was the man's mirror. The man spoke up again before Adam had the chance to speak. "It's a really long story, trust me." he paused for a second before adding, "uhh...I guess I should tell you who I am before explaining the rest. My name is Echo...what's your name?" Adam stared at him for a moment. "Adam." he said quietly. "Alright! Well Adam, as I said before, it's a reeeeeally long story, so get yourself comfortable...."