Chapter 1955

That night, Jordan got plastered. Get full chapters from find{n}ovel.net

Solomon and I swiped a strange bottle of potion from him.

Back home, we debated how to use it. I figured we should drink it. Solomon thought it was too sketchy and might be just a scented oil.

We argued, neither budging. So, we settled it with rock-paper-scissors.

No surprise, I won. Solomon had to go along.

We each took a swig. It tasted weird but not awful.

"Feel anything?" I asked.

"Nope. You?" he said.

"Nothing," I replied.

He shook his head. "Told you we should've used it as aromatherapy."

Then, sleepiness hit hard.

Before passing out, I muttered, "Damn it! Nobody said this was a sleeping pill."

My head hit the pillow, and I had a bizarre dream.

It was Seamar City 20 years ago. The city was bustling, but the buildings felt retro.

Weirdly, Solomon was there with me.

"Are we dreaming?" I asked, marveling at the scene.

He frowned. "Why am I dreaming with you? This is freaky."

"Who cares? This place is cool," I said, amazed by the effects of the lotion.

We wandered down the street. Our clothes were too modern, drawing stares from passersby.

Solomon got paranoid. He grabbed my arm, shielding me from potential threats.

On a commercial street, a giant ad played overhead.

I recognized the guy on the screen. I'd seen him in one of the photos kept by Debra in her room.

This guy was the only one I didn't know. Debra told me he was a famous actor who had passed away.

"That's Michael Austin. He was my mom's friend when he was alive," I exclaimed, pointing at the billboard.

I didn't expect him to be this famous.

"Are you nuts?" Solomon said. "He's dead, so..."

He trailed off, realizing this was 20 years ago. We weren't born yet.

This place and time felt alien, unlike 20 years later when we owned everything.

"What do you think? Could I see my younger mom? She was a total babe 20 years ago," I said, tugging his arm.

Solomon perked up, probably thinking he could see a younger, fiercer Marion or his own parents.