Where Did My Life Go?

Chapter One (Kayla's POV)

        This is going to be so strange. If what Michael tells me in his texts are true, then he's five years ago Michael. I don't even remember what was going on five years ago. Lets see... It was my sophomore year of high school. So much happened that year, and not just for me, for him too.

        As I'm thinking, I hear the doorbell ring. I mean, even from my room you can hear it ring. Same ring that's been there since the 1970's.

        I run downstairs, and almost fall flat on my face. I also almost run into a door. I forgot I had closed the door to the stairs when I went up to my room the last time.

        "Coming!" I yell while running towards the front door of the house, almost running into a wall. When I see him, I stop dead in my tracks. It was younger Michael. What the hell? How could this be? I slowly walk the rest of the way to the door and open it. The only thing between me and this creepy illusion was the screen door, and part of me is afraid to open it. But I do. "Come in." I say warily.

        "Uh...Kayla....?" he asks, walking through the door and into the house

        "Ya. That's me. Kayla." I say, closing the door behind me as I walk into the livingroom.

        "You're so... different than the last time I saw you. Which for me was this morning. And, oh my god, what is up with your hair?" he says, looking at me like I'm an alien. And I guess for him I am an alien.

        "What about it?" I ask

        "Its so... just, what? What happened to it? Why did you do it that way?" He asked, staring at my hair

        "You're the one who was always saying I should grow it out and stop dying it. So I did." I say calmly

        "But its so weird. Mostly cause this morning, you had short, well for you, brown and blue hair. Well, it was kinda green, but still. And now... it's your natural red. Well, with blonde tips and streaks that you obviously dyed. And it's so damn long!" He says, playing with my hair, which I had put in a ponytail this morning. The Michael I'm used to played with my hair too, so I was used to it. I guess not much has changed in that way at least.

        "And you don't think you look weird to me? You came right from my past. That's weird!" I yell at him

        "Why are you yelling?" he asks with a concerned look on his face.

        "I'm sorry I yelled. You just made me mad. I'm not quite sure why though... wait... yes I do..." I reply.

        "Okay, if you know, then tell me." He insists

        "Later. I can't right now." I tell him

        "Fine" he responds. "Whats changed? Like, how do I look now? Since I'm five years older here." he asks me

        "Yea, so... Anyways, you look way different. You're actually taller than me now. You grew your junior year. By the time you started college you were taller than me. Um... you have a six-pack now, though are somehow still kinda fat. Kinda like you are right now. I mean there's a six-pack, its just covered by a layer of fat. Um... what else? Well, what else do you wanna know?" I ask, hoping he won't ask the one question he probably will.

        By now we're sitting on the couch. I just hope my parents or grandma don't come home before he leaves. I mean they don't really care when he's here, this just isn't the same Michael they know. Okay, they care. He can't be over at night, or before five in the morning. I stand up, and walk to the stairs.

        "You coming?" I ask him

        "Can I? Isn't there a rule that I can't go up to your room? Cause I'm a guy." he asks me. Huh, I had forgotten about that rule.