ChapterEight

ChapterEight


Amanda stared at the phone Andrew gave her. It felt like she was holding something from the distant future, but it wasn't. Andrew told her about this TikTok app. He showed her the quick videos of this group called "The Boys of TikTok." He was clearly fascinated by their attractiveness.

Amanda was too. Their hair, their clothes, everything! They were almost like they revived the 1990s, but with a 2020 twist! Sure, their attitudes seemed like college frat boys, but they still looked attractive.

She looked at Gideon, who was in his modern attire. She looked at his hair, which was long and blonde. He looked like a younger version of that guy on certain romance novel covers she had seen when she was a child. She didn't find that man attractive. She preferred guys with shorter hair.

She grabbed a pair of scissors, held up his hair. "This won't hurt," she said.

"But it's my hair!" he exclaimed.

"I know, but it's time to look like you're from 2020!"

Gideon sighed as she cut off the braid. She took a step back. His hair was still a bit long, so she chopped off the hair some more. She looked at his hair again. She grabbed one of Andrew's hair products, and started styling his hair into the TikTok boy style. She smiled at the finish result.

Andrew, who was standing next to her, said, "Now he actually looks kind of hot."

Amanda smiled proudly, "He finally does!"

She got on the TikTok app on the modern phone. She was ready to create an account for Gideon, but she was curious. She wanted to see if she had one. She looked up her name, but couldn't find it.

She glanced at Andrew, who was also on a modern phone. She looked up Andrew's name, which he did! Curious, she tapped on it. She saw videos of him doing some dances. Some of them included a woman, others with children. She watched the video with all five people. She noticed the woman looked like Alyson, but with brown hair with outgrown blonde tips. The children seem to be their kids. It was inevitable, and she was happy for them.

Then she thought of Alex. She knew he was also a dancer, so he probably had a TikTok as well. She looked up his name. He clearly looked like a fully grown man with a bit of facial hair. He had dark brown hair too with the sides of his head partially shaved. He was no longer that nineteen-year-old guy from 2006. No, he was all man.

She noticed on his account that he was offering dance classes via something called Zoom. She said, "Andrew, Alex has dance classes!"

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Andrew was scrolling through TikTok, admiring the hot guys and the cute girls when he heard Amanda announcing that Alex was teaching dance classes. He looked up from his phone widened blue eyes. He didn't want her finding Alex on any of these social media platforms. He wanted to hide the truth from her, let Alex tell her the truth himself.

So he grabbed her phone, and said hastily, "You can't see his stuff!"

"Excuse you!" she grabbed the phone back from him. "I want to see his stuff! Maybe we can get taught by him!"

Andrew exclaimed, "He can't even see us!"

"Why not?"

He chewed on his lip ring. He wasn't sure if he should tell her the truth about what he did. Maybe he should warn her what could happen if she made contact with the modern versions of themselves.

So he took a deep, nervous breath, and said, "I contacted myself."

Amanda's eyes widened in shock. Andrew heard Gideon clear his throat, and asked, "Sir Andrew of Hawthorne, are you sure that was a good idea?"

Andrew looked at him, and said, "There's no 'of' in my name. It's just Andrew Hawthorne. I have a middle name, but that's not the issue. But I don't know! He freaked out as much as I did!"

"I wanna try," Amanda said.

Andrew asked, "Try what? Contacting yourself? Or contacting Alex?"

"Well, what's my future?"

"You married a music producer, and no it wasn't Derrick. He's got a girlfriend."

Amanda blinked. "So I'm not with Alex?"

Andrew bit his lip. "When is Alex's dance class?"

"In a few hours his time. It seems like he still lives in London."

"We need a laptop."

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Andrew placed the laptop down on the desk. He had Nikolai pay for the two beginners' dance classes on Zoom, which they all found out it was a video conferencing app. The classes were five pounds each, equating to six US dollars. Andrew was surprised the US dollar was still around in 2020.

Andrew looked at Amanda, who seemed nervous by this. He created fake names for each other: Andrew was "Aaron" and Amanda was "Alexa." He watched her make a face at her fake name.

"Really, Andrew?" she asked. "I'm Alexa?"

"Hey," he shot back, "I needed to create fake names for us."

"He's gonna recognize us. He has a good memory."

"Yeah, I know."

"So what are we gonna do if he sees us?"

"He will see us."

"Okay, but do we just end our session with him?"

"No, we keep going. Besides. I'm curious to see how he teaches."

"And if the people in the Zoom recognize us?"

"We'll just say we're cousins of, well, us."

Amanda rolled his eyes. Andrew noticed the Zoom session was about to start. He grabbed her wrist, walking up to the laptop. He felt nervous to see how this modern Alex would react. If his modern self would block him, would this Alex do the same?

The Zoom session went live with Alex crouching close to the video. It seemed like he was doing a head count. Andrew watched the man's blue eyes widen. Alex fell backwards onto his butt, as if he had just seen a ghost.

Andrew said with a cracked voice, "We're ready for your dance classes."

Alex stammered, "Um, yeah! Let's, let's get started!"

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In a mansion in Malibu, thirty-one-year-old Andrew was in a video conference about his up-coming movie project that was put on hold, thanks to the pandemic. The only stuff Andrew was able to do to make money was put out music on Spotify. The tracks were all EDM-pop and 80s-style pop a la The Weeknd and Dua Lipa. So far, his music was well-received with themes such as love for men and women and mental health. Oh, and doing sponsored posts on his Instagram account.

After the meeting had ended, Andrew felt somewhat relieved that he'll be back at work pretty soon. He heard his phone buzz on the table. He saw on the screen it was Alex. The two were very good friends. No lingering romantic feelings for each other as they both fully moved on with their lives. Andrew had his wife and three children; Alex had his boyfriend.

He picked it up, and asked, "Alex?"

"Andrew!" Alex exclaimed. "What are your younger versions of yourself and Amanda doing in 2020?!"

"Fuck!" Andrew pulled his phone away a bit. He couldn't believe how that was possible, but they were existing in the same year as his current self.

"Andrew!"

"I don't know, Alex! Wait, how did you know?"

"They were in my Zoom dance class!"

"Fuck!"

Andrew was ready to throw out his phone when an idea came to him. He wasn't going to hurt his younger self. No, he just needed to do something.

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