"I'd almost forgotten how I got that scar," Portman said as he looked at the thin line across his upper thigh. His scar was faded and white while the one on Mush's leg was still semi-fresh and red.

"So it's not going away?" complained Mush.

"Nope," Portman laughed as he reached into his drawer for a cigarette, "but don't worry, the chicks dig it,"

"Do they dig your smoking to?" Mush asked with a scowl.

"Fuck off, I can do what I want," Portman said roughly.

"Yeah, but your killing both of us here," Mush stated.

"Only me right now, you in a couple of years," He took a drag and blew the smoke into Mush's face. Mush coughed and covered his mouth and nose.

"Forget it, I'm not gonna smoke," Mush said through his sleeve.

"You gotta, otherwise you'll mess everything up... ya know, time warp shit," Portman said as he sprawled out over his bed. His roommate, Fulton, wasn't back from his two week vacation yet so Mush was allowed to use the room. Mush watched his older self stretch out and flex his muscles. At least this was a sort of garuntee that he'd be good looking. Or was it really sick to think that about yourself? He was so confused, he didn't even know how he got here. He just woke up one morning and he was lying on the floor of the room he was in now. It was quite a shock to look up and see yourself hanging over the edge of a bed when you're pretty damn sure you're down here on the ground.

Portman finished his cigarette and lit another one. Mush wrinkled his face in discust. He got up to leave.

"Where the fuck do you think your going?" Portman asked.

"Out,"

"I already told you, you can't go anywhere without me, I don't trust you, I remember what I was like at your age," he said as he sat up, "besides, in case you havn't noticed, we look alike and I gotta make sure you avoid attention."

Mush's lower lip trembled for a second, here he was, bossing himself around and he didn't like it. Unfortunatly, Portman was a lot bigger then he was, plus he was probably on steroids. Or maybe viagra, Mush thought as his eyes darted quickly to the bump in Portman's jeans. All he knew was that he certainly wasn't that big now, and he didn't know how much difference two years would make but he didn't think it was that much.

"Well then would you put that fucking thing out, you stink!" Mush spat as he flopped down on the bed. Portman replied by blowing more smoke into the room.

"Shut up," he said with a grin, "and watch your fucking back, I've always wondered what it'd be like to fuck myself," with that he laughed and got up and went into the bathroom.

Mush fought to stem his tears. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad if it were someone else treating him like shit, but he was doing it to himself. Mush wasn't a bad kid, he wasn't a saint either but he didn't know how he'd gotten so lost, and in the space of two years! He buried his head in his pillow and cried, doing his best to keep the sound from traveling into the washroom. He'd never felt so torn apart.

...:The End:...
..:Please R&R, more to come soon:..