Chapter 18: Locked From Reality

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Caine Portman
Abandoned Factory

I gradually open my eyes. I could feel the light from the sunshine down on my face.

Wait, I don't usually have my curtains open in my room.

I try to turn around to face away from the sun. However, as I did, Sebastion lays next to me sleeping.

"THE HELL!?"

I stood up from the bed and I could hear Addeline groan from across the room.

"Shut up Caine! It's too early."

Suddenly Addeline sat up from her bed.

"You're awake!"

Sebastion also sat up from his bed and yawned loudly.

"Why am I sleeping next to him!?"

Sebastion tosses the blanket to the side and groggily walks down the stairs of the room.

"Addeline, please explain what happened yesterday."

Addeline drags her legs off the bed and stands up.

"Long story short, you went sicko mode on Sebastion, the cops were coming to our location so Edward and I carried you both to where I am staying, and Sebastion has now joined our side."

I put my hand on my forehead and sit back on my bed.

"That still doesn't explain why Sebastion is sleeping in my bed."

Addeline shrugs.

"It's 2020."

...

Sebastion walks back into the room.

"I can't be bothered going to school. I'm going to bed."

Sebastion walks to the bed I was laying down on and collapses.

"Is this guy alright?"

Addeline shrugs once again.

"It's 2020."

I swear to God if she says that again.

<35 minutes later>

I sat in between Addeline and Sebastion on a bus that is heading to our school.

The bus is almost empty. The only people on the bus is an elderly couple sitting across from us.

This is so awkward. Didn't these two go full-out on each other yesterday? Also, what did Addeline mean when I went 'sicko mode' on Sebastion. I don't remember anything after I-

-After I touched my doppelganger's hand.

Sebastion kept yawning as he tied his hair up. Whereas Addeline crosses her leg and stares at her phone.

What a day this is going to be.

Eventually, we arrive at school on time.

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