A random man is currently sitting in your best friend's garage. Currently rethinking all your life choices wondering what led up to this point.
"Take it easy." The mysterious man said.
It then sank in that it in fact was an intruder, not your imagination.
You both let out giant adrenaline-filled screams. Adam stumbled and fell, taking you down with him.
"Or, you know, fall down and scream."
You rushed to your feet to turn on the lights and Adam raised the bat in his hand.
"Put the bat down." He raises his hand guarding his eyes against the light.
"Who the hell are you!?" You yelled pointing a stern finger at him.
"Just put the bat down. I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise."
"What are you doing in here?" Adam questioned
"Mostly bleeding" The man replied
We sit in silence for a few seconds with the man while his eyes flicker between you and Adam.
"Wait, how old are you two." He breaks the silence.
You and Adam send each other questioning looks.
You scrunch your eyebrows, "What?"
"How old are you two," Re repeats harshly.
"Twelve," Adam confesses.
"Twelve..." He whispers and is silent for a moment as if he was doing math or something.
All of this was confusing and concerning for you. Why is this man in Adams garage? How did he get into Adam's garage? Why does he want to know how old we are? Why is he not hurting us? All these thoughts were running around your head as if it were a treadmill so fast you almost missed what Adam said next.
"How did you get in my dad's garage?"
"I... It was open."
"Bullshit no it wasn't. And that is a flight suit. Are you a pilot?" You questioned.
"Yeah. Yeah, listen to me, uh–"
You were getting a bad vibe from this man. So you pulled out your phone from your back pocket ready to call 911 which is on speed dial.
"Don't– Hey, don't call anyone. Put the phone down, I won't hurt you."
"Yeah, you said that already."
"Well it bears– God damn it! I- it bears repeating."
It was just then that you noticed the giant wound with blood gushing out. That looked like it hurt just a bit./j
"That's a lot of blood," Adam says as he looks at the blood with widened eyes.
"Well... Well, I have so much more in my body. Where's your mother?"
"On a date."
"With who?"
"What?"
"With who? What's his name?"
"I don't know?" Adam looked at you for help. He knew you always remembered the smallest details in people, yet don't remember the equation for finding the area of a triangle.
"Derek." you reminded
"Derek. Derek, Derek, Derek." He kept repeating as if he were trying to remember. "That's, yes, the guy with the, um the mouth mullet."
"The goatee?" Adam asks.
"Yeah,"
"So, say goatee."
"Yeah, he doesn't matter."
"None of them matter." You looked at Adam with pure sympathy. You knew the loss of his father really hit him hard. He didn't like that his mom was trying to replace his father, that she was so okay with life. Like she was over him already. It bothered him a lot.
"Nice dog." The man broke the silence. It was then that I realized that Hawking was in the room and was laying on the man's lap, unfazed. It was like he knew the man which was impossible.
"I'm gonna go inside the house. I'm gonna get some stuff" The man got up and started walking our way, heading for the door.
Adam gripped his bat getting ready to swing at the man.
"Hey, careful with that." After the man said that he swung at him with full force. Somehow the man saw it coming and caught it, taking it away from Adam's hands and threw it outside. "Stay here." Both you and Adam couldn't move. You wanted to chase after the man but your legs wouldn't allow you to move an inch. You were scared out of your mind. So, you did the one thing that would reassure you that everything would be okay, you turned to Adam.
When you both caught each other's eyes for a second you forgot everything around you. You became unaware of your surroundings. But then you remembered there's a hobo astronaut wandering inside the house. He could tell you were scared so he interlocked your hands and nodded, silently asking if you were okay to go into the house after the man. You nodded back to him. You followed behind Adam preparing yourself for the worst.
When we first entered the house we hid behind the fridge for a minute. We watched as he took an apple from the fridge and closed it but then kicked it again with the back of his foot. That's weird, how did he know it was broken? He started rummaging through the kitchen drawers looking for something. We sneakily took a few steps into the kitchen.
"Told you to stay in the garage." He said, startling us. We barely even made any noise.
"And let some creepy dude just wander around my house alone? I don't think so." Adam sassed.
"Yeah believe me. I don't wanna be here any more than you want me here." The man retorted with a sentence that didn't even make sense. If he doesn't want to be here, then why is he?
Adam started looking through the man's bag he left on the counter. He pulled out a black sphere, similar to a magic 8 ball.
"I just gotta stop bleeding long enough. Gotta dress the wound, prevent a nasty infection, and I will be on my merry way." He said finally making some sense of why he's here. He caught sight of Adam playing with the item he found in his bag and snatched it out of his hands.
"Don't touch that." He rolled his eyes
"I was just looking." Adam innocently justified.
"Don't touch my stuff." He said in the harshest tone I've ever heard.
Something caught your eyes in the bag, It was a silver cylinder. You thought for a second about his words, "Don't touch my stuff." but then realized that this is some random man that broke into your best friend's house. Why does he deserve respect? You pulled out the object, it oddly looked exactly like a lightsaber.
"Is this a lightsaber?" You asked curiously. He quickly snatched it from your grip.
"No, it's not a lightsaber."
"Okay," said sightly disappointed. It would've been cool. As you said that Adam picked up the bat.
"Enough with the bat!" He threw the bat roughly behind him. "If I wanted to hurt you I would have done it already. If I'm being honest with myself, you have a very punchable face." Adam's hand shot up in front of his face, he was clearly offended. The man grabbed the wet cloth and lifted up his shirt to apply it to the wound.
"Oh my god!" You and Adam yelled in perfect synchronization.
"God- that. Gah, that bullet went straight through. Good. great." Before he could finish complaining you cut him off.
"Wait, wait, wait. Bullet? You were shot?" You panicky asked. It felt as if you were going to through up, you had never seen a wound that bad before. Blood was gushing out quickly non-stop.
"Yeah– No, actually, no. No, I was stabbed with a bullet what do you think you moron?" You being you obviously aren't going to let this slide. Who does he think he is?
"I'm a moron? You're the one who was shot."
"All right, okay, that's it." he coughed. Unexpectedly a fart noise erupted from the wound. Weird. "That...Wow... That, uh... That's weird. It farts when I cough. He coughed again to test it and sure enough, he farted.
"Gross," Adam said while you both grimanced.
"Super gross. I'm gonna go upstairs, grab some stuff. Stay cool. You can trust me." He said while walking towards and up the stairs.
"Easy for you to say. We're the ones who end up in a therapist's office telling them about where the bad man touched us." You retorted.
"Oh, God! That's where you go? Immediately? You are dark, man."
"Who even are you?" Adam asked and we walked into the doorway of the bathroom and the man rummaged through the drawers and cabinets. That's when you noticed his watch.
"That is classified."
"Why are you here?" You asked. He squirted some typed of medicine most likely antibiotics to help his wound.
"Also classi, classified." He winced.
"Are you in the air force?" Adam asked.
"When I say "classified," what does your brain hear? Chocolate?"
"What's with the lightsaber?" Adam continued to question as we followed the man out of the bathroom. (...)
"It's not a lightsaber. Jesus Christ, Adam. I need you to play it cool."
"Wait." Adam tried to say something but the man cut him off.
"I know playing it cool isn't your thing."
"Wait"
"It never has been-" He finally noticed Adam was trying to say something.
"Wait- wait! How do you know my name?" Adam interrogated as he pointed a finger in his face. The man just looked at Adam for a few seconds. He made eye contact with both of us and started walking forward. He focused his eyes on me.
"You're Y/n L/n best friends with Adam Reed, Parents Y/m/n and Y/b/n which you rarely ever saw but your dad died a year ago making your mom work extra hours leaving your brother and Adam's mom the only parental figures you have at the moment. You hate shoes on the bed because once in kindergarten, you sat in bed to play games with your shoes on and the same day you found a spider in your room so your mom convinced you that it was because you had your shoes on in bed so now you're traumatized. And you're Adam Reed born February 10th, 2010. Your parents are Ellie and Louis Reed. Louis died about a year ago. You don't play any sports because of an acute asthmatic condition. Plus you're freakishly small for a twelve-year-old. You both go to franklin middle school where you," He looked to Adam," have been suspended, two, three times for fighting, which is ironic because you can't fight to save your life leaving y/n to save you every time." Hawking started barking but you couldn't process anything around you.
Who was this man? How did he know all of this? Was he stalking you guys? The only person you had ever told the spider story to was Adam. wait.
You were brought back into reality by Adam and the man yelling at Hawking in sync telling him to zip it. Adam slowly turned his head from Hawking to the man. "How do you know my dog's name?"
"Because I named him."
Adam started breathing heavily. You could tell straight away it was an asthma attack. How could you blame him though? He started falling back. The man grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him back to his feet.
"Oh god." The man rolled his eyes. You were going to help but the man pulled Adam's inhaler out of his shirt pocket before you had the chance to move. It all seemed so similar to him.
He shook the inhaler and then through off the cap. "Here, ready?" He placed it to his lips. "Deep breath." He pumped the air into his mouth. "Hold it. Three, two, one." Adam exhaled. "Everybody gets a trophy." wait what did he just say? You first came up with the everybody gets a trophy line the third time you helped Adam with an attack. You were 6 and had been saying it ever since. Him saying your line proved your theory was true.
You broke the silence, "You knew how to get into his dad's garage, You knew how to close the fridge, You knew how to time his breathing, And you're wearing Adam's dad's watch." you eyed his and Adam's watch. You gently lifted Adam's wrist at the same time as the man. "This watch," Adam said.
"This watch." He repeated.
Adam and I were in disbelief.
"You're me."
"Holy shi–" You were about to finish your sentence but older Adam cut you off.
"That's classified. But yes... I once was."
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