Headed Back to the Past [discontinued]

Ch 2 || Travelling

Taylors P.O.V

I felt so free, skating around New York and Jamming to 'fortunate son' I raced the half an hour to the upper east side to my job at eastsides auto service,

"Hey paul," I said my boss who was currently working at the cash register, before walking through the isles and grabbing some gum, salt and vinegar chips, a pack of cigarettes and a six-pack of beer. I know I'm not legally allowed to purchase this, but my boos don't give a shit, doesn't even bat an eye as I place it on the counter.

"Should you be in school?" he asked suspiciously, I laughed as I showed him my 'I.D.', he has to do this because 1. security cameras and 2.there are other people in the store.

"Expelled," I said, "Can I start work early?" I asked, throwing the stuff in my bag. I had thrown out my books in a dumpster on the way here, so my backpack was empty, except for my Switchblade, lighter, headphones and my revolver yes I also carry a pistol and yes I did steal it shut up.

"there's a big city-sanctioned drag race in a few weeks, so people want their cars done up, so we are a little backed up," he said, and I grinned and put my bag and skateboard down in the usual place, chucked on my work shirt and walked into the shop. Only one other guy was working there today, his name was Josh, and he was a seventeen-year-old highschool dropout.

"Hey Taylor, your early" he called from under the bonnet of Mercedes C.L.S.

"Yeah, expelled. No one using the classic cars for the race?" it was more of a state than a question, judging by all the Lamborghinis, Ferraris and other modern cars. he laughed

"I know its whack," he said "I'm getting all the easy stuff out of the way first. That car over there needs a tire change" he said, pointing to an off-roader, I walked over to it raised it and got to work, giving cars oil changes, changing tires and other things. At 7 pm, my shift ended; I went back into the break room and threw my t-shirt and leather jacket. I started to skate back home but got distracted in the east village by a group of people chanting some creepy stuff in a back alleyway I slowly crept up on them wanting to know what the fuck was going on; I suppose that's a cliche movie move. Still, I was curious, I accidentally kicked a trash can, Idiot, and one of them turned around and said something the ladies came running at me, I tried to get away, but then I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and everything went black.

I woke up on a cold hard bench and looked around I was in an out of date town. Everything and I mean EVERYTHING looked like it came out of the 60s, even the freaking cars. Although there weren't many cars probably because it was dark out, I dead-ass thought I woke up in the 60s, but then I realised that its impossible right? I found my bag and skateboard were next to me. I quickly opened my bag and looked inside everything was still in there. Well everything except my fake I.D. and my iPhone,

"Fuck," said under my breath, slinging my bag over my shoulder and picking up my skateboard. I walked around looking for someone to ask where I was. I was so distracted looking at the shops and being weirded out by the place that I was in that I ran into a girl wearing a white and pink checkered dress that went down to her knees, it looked like she wearing a picnic blanket, and her hair pinned up,

"Watch it grease," she spat and started to walk off my I grabbed her arm "Get your greasy mitts off me."

"Wait, Where am I?" I asked, and she scoffed

"Tulsa," she said, Tulsa? Like In Oklahoma? Why the hell am I Tulsa? ok this is getting weird

"Uhh, sorry but whats date" I bit my lip, she looked like she was going to kick me or punch me in the face.

"November 15th," she said, pulling her arm away from me and walking off muttering something about Greasers and Drinking. That's weird last time I checked it was January 10th; I'm sure she was just joking or pulling a prank I'm sure that's it. I was rummaging through a trashcan to find a newspaper; I wanted to know the actual date, I was convinced that it was going to say January 11th or something

"No one reads newspapers anymore, who am I kidding?" I said digging more in-depth, but then I found one "Bingo I said pulling out of the newspaper, But sure enough, it said November 15th, what I wasn't expecting however was the Year Right next to the date 1965, I stared at it in disbelief 1965? I thought for a minute; Maybe I'm just dreaming maybe, I'm having a dream that I landed in Tulsa Oklahoma in 1965 its plausible since I read most of 'the outsiders' last night I pinched my left hard on the back of my hand

"Ow," I said under my breath "Ok not dreaming, I'm going insane," I said, walking away, I kept muttering under my breath and shivering. I scolded myself for not wearing a better jacket, But then again I didn't know that I would be walking the streets of Oklahoma at midnight.

I found a lot of old furniture and walked around it. I then saw an orange glow I walked towards and saw a boy about my age maybe a little younger or older I couldn't tell; He had dark skin and black hair that was styled way too much hair grease and had a cut on his cheek, he was wearing denim jeans, Converse and a denim jacket.

Then I heard someone coming up behind me. I ducked behind an old tattered sofa so they wouldn't see me. The other boy had long, light-brown hair that was squared off in the front and sides with too much hair grease, he had lighter skin and was also wearing converse and blue jeans, As well as a muscle tee.

"Johnny?" he called "C'mon Johnny we're running away," he said as he approached the sleeping boy, The boy who I assume was Johnny didn't say a word and only god up and followed the other guy. I bit my lip, I wanted to see where they were going, but I didn't want to seem creepy. I went over it in my head and decided to follow them; It couldn't hurt, right?

I followed them, making sure I was keeping enough distance that they wouldn't see me. After several blocks of tailing them they sat down on the curb, and the nameless Kid started crying and burying his face in his arms, The Johhny kid just sat beside him, one hand on his shoulder

"Easy Pony," He said, Pony? That's an odd name, probably just a nickname. but even still "We'll be ok."

he finally calmed down, but his breath was again coming in quivering sobs Jesus wonder what happened to him I thought, The guy asked for a cigarette, and I tuned out after that, I don't know why I stayed there, but I guess I had nothing better to do. I'm somewhat glad that I did though because what happened next was insane and I have no idea what would have happened if I didn't.