Runaway

Chapter 2

5th September 1984.

You weren't dreaming then. The reality lied in front of you; you travelled in time, landed in 1984, entered a building to ask for any help (like if someone could help you in that situation), and ended up knocking at the apartment of fucking Jon Bon Jovi and David Bryan. And before that, you were in your aunt's lab and...

Your aunt!

Where was she?

Why didn't you land together? You needed to find her back. But how? She could be anywhere in Newark. If you were still in Newark... And you weren't gonna stay in this bathroom all day. But what were you going to say?

"Hi, I'm y/n, I live in Newark, but not this Newark, the Newark of 2019. Yeah, cause actually I come from the future, where you and your group have been superstars for more than two decades. Anyway, I need to find back my aunt who I travelled with, the person who built our time machines, that are actually time-watches but anyway. And you, how are you?"

It couldn't happen like that. You needed to play a bit.

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"Ha! Our little runaway!"

The word rang to your ears.

When you came back, you saw David was still sat on the table. Jon came in front of you, and put his hands on his sides, a huge smile painted on his face. Gosh, why was he so nice with you?

Both of them were looking at you.

Oh, yes. An answer.

You cleared your throat, not knowing where to start. "First of all, I'd like to apologize for... for..." For what? "...for this." David squinted. "I come from far away, I travelled with my aunt. It has been rough and... well you will find it really weird, but I blacked out arriving here and I woke up some streets away, so I entered the first building, and knocked at the first door I could find." You paused. You didn't lie after all. "Oh, and my name is y/n."

David spoke; you got his attention. "And where are you from?"

35 years in the future? "35 hours of travel." They both looked at each other. You didn't know if it was surprise, astonishment or suspicion. "And where is your aunt?" You watched your feet. "That's the thing. When I woke up, she wasn't there with me. And I don't know where to start looking for her, I don't know..." You stopped.

It was like it was the first time since you arrived here you actually listened to your emotions. But shit, you couldn't cry in front of them?

You felt hands on your shoulders and lifted your head.

"Come and sit, I just realised we've been asking you questions, but you don't have a clue of who we are!" You couldn't help but laugh at this. Jon apparently sensed your alarmed state, and you were grateful.

He led you to the couch, once again. "So, let me introduce myself. I'm Jon, I'm 22 and here is my flatmate, David." He waved at you, still not moving from his spot. You actually wondered if his ass was glued on the surface.

"We both share this beautiful apartment above a pretty den of drug addicts, with our other flatmate and one of David's colleague at the shop he works at and who's currently working. His name is Richie."

Oh my god, it was getting serious. You really were in the heart of it didn't you. Jon noticed the expression passing on your face and asked if you were ok. "Yeah yeah I am... integrating the information." Of course you were.

David turned and took sheets that were behind him. It was the biggest movement you saw him do since you arrived.

"One not-so-little thing Jon forgot to mention; we actually hope to not spend our lives living all together and working in shops. We are going to be rock stars." He took a proud face. "And know that you bothered us in our work." It wasn't said bitterly, but a point had been made.

Jon rolled his eyes and his cheeks turned pinker. He approached his face from David's; "Are you serious? Why did- Oh my god y/n I'm so sorry."

You laughed.

"So, I arrived in the home of future rock stars? I feel honoured." David raised his brows and looked at Jon. You decided to play. You advanced a bit in the couch in order to be closer to David, and planted your eyes in his, grinning. "Let me guess." You squinted your eyes and faked a deep concentration. He eyed you, not getting what you were doing. "You're the key-board player of the band." He suddenly moved back, mouth opened in surprise, a huge interrogation point on his face. You heard Jon gasp at your side. "I knew it. Not cool enough to be at the front of the stage, but you couldn't be the drummer; I'm sure I beat your ass at arm-wrestling." You pointed at his naked arms. "And I guess you can't play crossed out chords."

If you were in a cartoon, Jon's jaw would touch the floor. He looked at you, helpless. Who were you?

David closed his and gulped. You raised one eyebrow. He cleared his throat, and extended a hand to you. "Ma'am. Welcome to my life." You shook it and laughed.

Suddenly, the door opened. A tall man entered; he only noticed the third unusual person in his living room after closing the door. He stopped and moved a lock of brown, long hair, eyes opened in surprise.

David got up and took you by the shoulders at the same time. "Richie, here is y/n. Our new best friend." He looked at you. "And him? Can you guess his role in the band, or...?"