A/N: Thanks to all
the reviewers! It has helped with the over nervousness lol :D
"May I have this dance?" Roger is gorgeously clad in a black suit and green tie that matches his eyes. "You may" I reply and take his hand. Now how did this happen? I was just at the loft, now I'm in this beautiful ballroom with these chandeliers that appear to be made of diamonds. The ceilings are huge and have pictures of angels blowing silver trumpets. Who knew Roger Davis was such a good dancer? Dancing with him makes me feel like I'm floating. Maybe I'm dead. If this is Heaven, I'm not complaining. He's whispering something, but I can't quite make it out. Why am I wearing sneakers? It is just like me to make a horrible shoe mistake like this. He's probably laughing at me. I can't believe it. Oh now I can hear him he's asking me where I learned to tango. So that's the dance we're doing. I have no clue. Which is what I tell him and he says I need to sleep. Sleep? We are in the middle of this wonderfully unbelievable dance and he's telling me to sleep. Now I'm falling to the floor and he's falling down with me, laughing and holding my hand. "Oh Mark" He says with that grin he has, you know the one, "I love you so much" Me? He loves me? Ok now I know I'm in Heaven. This can't be hell where I suspected I was going, if there was such a thing anyway. It's black again. Oh joy.
Where are my clothes? Spotlight on me? This is embarrassing. Is any one here? "Hi Mark." Who is that? It sounds like me. But it can't be me. I am going psychotic. I should be doing the tango with Roger right now. "It's me. Don't you remember?" Someone appears and it looks like me when I was around 16.Oh look now I'm fully clothed. Wasn't I wearing this in the loft... Look at my hair. "Yea I remember you" I don't want to talk to….myself……..Whoa that's a new one, I want to talk to Roger! "That's good. Let's go for a ride." Oh great now there's a car. "Where are we going? And why does the sixteen year old me have a car? That is not fair." "First of all I can't tell you where we're going and second of all I am so much cooler than you were at sixteen." "You still have the hair smartass" "Watch it this is the most awesome hair ever." Ahhhhh The '80s. Good times. "Where is Roger?" I really don't need a ride right now. "Oh he's in the hospital with you. You took a bad fall. Little softie, he's been crying." "What are you talking about? I'm right here." "Part of you is. Now come on. Time is of the essence." He opens the car door, like I'm going to get in. "I'm not going anywhere with you until you tell me what's going on!" "I will explain on the way. Now unless you want to die, I suggest getting in." "I thought I was already dead." "You are, Sort of. Look just get in!" It is a pretty nice car. But this could be a big joke or something. He did say Roger was crying. I slowly get in. "Now where are we going?" It is still pathetically black outside. And he's going at least 80. "You'll find out soon enough. But I suggest a seatbelt." "I can't believe this. Where the fuck am I?" "You are in a '81 Corvette going around 90 now. Now if you value you life. I suggest the seatbelt. But I've heard you don't value much of anything anymore." "Hey that's not true. See I put on the seatbelt." "You know Mark you're not very convincing." "Put your hands on the wheel." Who's he to tell me if I am or am not convincing? Oh Right. He's Me. I think. "But it's more fun not to" "Well it's not going to be fun when we're flying out that windshield.""Oh but Mark wouldn't it be though? Wouldn't it be fun just to die? Cause I know I want to. Don't you?" "I don't….want..to die. Do I?" "Oh Mark I can't answer that. You already have. Now come on. Chin up. We're going to have some fun." "I don't want to have fun. I want to go home or out of here." "Why Mark? You don't like me? "No I don't. For someone that's supposed to be me, you're nothing like me." "I'm what you wanted to be Mark. However horribly cheesy that sounds. And you don't like me because of that. I understand. But hey I think I may want to be exactly like you." "You do?" "Yeah in fact I might just do that." I'm driving now? How did this happen? Oh God. I'm 16 again. "See Mark it is fun driving without hands."
