I'm learning to love random ideas. I like writing them as teenagers because it gives me a little more freedom. Here's my newest story. I hope you all like this one.

"Wade, do you take Tansy to be your lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health? For richer or for poorer?"

He went to say I do only to hear a buzzing sound. He woke up in his room, movie posters and posters of half-naked blondes filled his once childhood room. With a confused and freaked out look on his face, he stumbled to his bathroom. Gazing into the mirror he was terrified to see his 16-year-old self staring back at him. He closed his eyes smacking his face, wanting to see an older version of himself staring back at him, but when he slowly opened his eyes he was still 16 years old.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked to no one but himself. He raced downstairs to see his Dad sober at the table, dressed for work, his brother was scarfing down a plate of food.

"Wade, sweetie, sit and eat before school." His Mom wasn't supposed to be alive. She died years ago, from cancer. This wasn't real.

"Not possible," Wade muttered under his breath running outside. There in the driveway sat his old beat up truck. Jumping in he raced off to the school, his books on the seat next to him. His mind trying to come to terms about the unexplained.

There on the front steps of the school were his friends. They had to be freaking out just as much as he was about this whole deal.

"Hey man, you ready for the homecoming game tonight?" George asked, slapping him on the back. He noticed that George was wearing his Jersey, he looked down seeing that he had his Jersey on, something he overlooked this morning.

"Homecoming? I'm suppose to be getting married! Pinch me or better yet punch me, Tucker." He was desperate to get back to his own time, his life.

"They must have been some amazing chicks, if they got you that whipped for marriage at 16," George chuckled, smacking his arm. "Try to think straight, man. We need you for the game tonight." Wade sighed running a hand through his hair. How was he suppose to get back to his life, his time, when he was stuck in... He raced to the first classroom looking at the date. October 15th, 1999. He couldn't even remember if he had even went to school on that day before.

"Lemon pinch me, I'm in a horrible nightmare," Wade begged. Lemon laughed.

"Good one, Wade. We're all living nightmares," she laughed walking off. Wade was getting frustrated by the second. He needed to wake up. He was going to be a married man. That was if she hadn't left him by now.

"AB, can you do me a favor?" He asked watching her try to hurry to class.

"Wade stop goofing off, we have that huge test in history. I won't be the reason you get sent home, yet again," she told him in a huff. Wade sighed dragging his feet to history. It may have been years since he was in school but he knew where his classes where and in what order. What if this wasn't some horrible nightmare? What if this was a second chance? But at what? His head snapped up hearing the squeak of the door. In walked a brunette, the second her eyes met his, he had a gut feeling on why he was brought back.

"Class this is Zoe Hart, she comes to us from New York. Do you have anything you want to say?" Zoe shook her head. "Alright, you can sit between Wade and Annabeth in the back." Zoe nodded, walking to the only empty seat in the room. She looked at no one. "Alright, class time for that test you all have been dreading this whole week. Zoe try your best." Zoe nodded, she wasn't to worried about the test. Before moving to Bluebell she was in AP history.

"Sweetie, I have to tell you something." Zoe placed her pen down, letting her essay be for the moment giving her Mom her full attention. "I should have told you this sooner, but Ethan isn't your biological father, a Harley Wilkes is." Zoe felt outraged by this sudden revaluation. "Harley lives in Bluebell, Alabama and we're moving there."

"But my friends, school, everything is here!" Zoe exclaimed, jumping up from her desk, her essay long forgotten about.

"This isn't up for discussion, I have boxes in the living room for you. If your things aren't packed, you won't have anything to wear once we get there. Zoe, I know this isn't ideal, but you'll like it down there. Give it a chance."

The bell ringing had Zoe back to reality. She made a dash out of the classroom, wanting this day to be over with.

"Hey, I'm Annabeth." Zoe gave her a small smile.

"Hi," Zoe told her, finding her locker in the sea of students.

"You busy after school? I could give you a tour of the town."

"As lovely as that sounds, I have a family thing before the game tonight, maybe another day, Annabeth." The people she had met so far were nice, but she hated that she had to uproot her life.

"Why can't he move here?" Zoe asked, getting a few more boxes.

"Because he owns part of a practice. It's easier for us to move."

"What about your job, Mom?" She was trying to find any excuse possible to keep them in the city.

"I can work from either Fairhope or Mobile, sweetie. We're moving at the end of the week. Tomorrow is your last day of school here. Go pack." Sighing Zoe headed to her room to keep packing her memories away.

Zoe was happy when school was over with. Most the things she was learning here, she was learning back in New York, for that she was happy that she didn't have to take classes that she already knew what was going on and she didn't have play a grueling game of catch up.. She had very little home work. By the time Harley got home, they were out the door ready for the homecoming game.

"It's nice to meet you, Zoe." She nodded, giving him the tiniest smiles she could give. She was trying to like it here, but the town was tiny and there wasn't anything to do.

"You too, Harley." She didn't know the man who was her father and she wasn't told anything about him either. Not that she asked one single thing about him.

"I'll show you to your room." Zoe followed him up the stairs and to the left. The door was open and boxes of her stuff filled a corner of the room. The bedroom was twice the size of her old room. She even had her own bathroom.

"Wade, how was school?" Jackie asked, stopping him from bolting upstairs like he planned.

"It was alright. I really do have to get ready for the game tonight." There was no way he was going to tell his Mom that she should be dead, that Dad should be drunk and Jesse should be off doing something stupid before doing something heroic.

"Do you have a date for the homecoming dance?"

"No, I wasn't going to the dance." It was lame and the only reason he would go was to find a chick to hook up with.

"Good, you can take Harley Wilkes' daughter. She just appeared in his life. She's about your age." Wade groaned, heading to his room. He was in love with Tansy, there was no way he was going to take some loser to a lame dance after the game. "Wade." Was being called before he knew it. He still wasn't any closer on figuring anything out. He was stuck being 16 all over again. The second he saw her in a light pink dress that stopped above her knees, he forgot how to breathe. "Wade, this is Zoe, your date for the dance."

"Yeah, we have a few classes together. Hey." He didn't have the courage to talk to her. He wanted to in the worst possible way.

"Hi," she replied, looking as awkward as Wade felt. She didn't want her parents to set a date up for her, but there was nothing she could do about that now. "I wouldn't want you to be late for your game."

"Right, I'll see you after for the dance." Zoe nodded, letting him go. It wasn't long and she was headed in the same direction.