I stared from behind a stack of boxes at me and Future Harper talking. Justin and Max—they're slightly younger selves—had just left the room. I noticed Justin was covering his eyes and immediately remembered the reason for that.

Haha, the typewriter. How pathetic.

But then that brought me back to the present-day Justin, one who was still trying to yank himself out of the chair. He'd probably get a hold of his wand or try to get dad, or…get Max.

…Oh no…he's doomed…

My attention redirected to My former self and Harper's Future self, who had just started chatting it up like it'd been a reunion.

"Wow, look at you! You look so young!" Future Harper complimented me. Even cramped in a crouching position, in pain from standing on my huge platform heels, fingers barely gripping onto postage boxes I could still smile at that. From the back of my past self's head…I obviously thought otherwise.

With crossed arms, my slightly younger self shook her head, complaining lowly. "Oh, so in the future I get old? This just keeps getting better and better!!" She moved over to the other side of Harper, turning back around to look at her. I guess I was hard to hold onto or keep in one place.

Harper stepped around an oddly painted chair that was around her dinner table to get closer to my past self, stating, "You seem angry. Did Mason break up with you yet?"

"What?" Past Alex asked with scrutinizing eyes, oblivious to my— and her—future mate. I stood up stepped into view of the two before Harper would interrupt.

"I have, actually…" I got out quickly. My heels clacking over the hardwood of Future Harper's abandoned home attracted their attention to me. My past self was the first to notice me.

"Excuse me…" Past Alex called to me as she once again traversed around Harper—who turned to notice me second--to stare confusedly at me.

"Who—what's going on here?" Past Alex demanded, looking back and forth between Future Harper and her haven't-aged-too-much future counterpart.

I looked at myself—or should I say, past Alex saw me—as if I was a separate person, staring me up and down. A green scarf was wrapped around my neck. I was wearing a red short sleeved shirt with "LOVE ME OR HATE ME" over the front, capitalized and colored yellow. Below that I wore some skinny jeans and some platform heels that would've made her scream.

"I'm you," I slowly walked closer to myself, beginning to grin. "From the future…"

"Oh, shoot!" Harper exclaimed, "I knew I should've gotten more snickerdoodles!!!"

"Oh, great!" My past self bellowed, turning to Harper, "Is there anyone else from the Future you want me to consult, because I don't really have the time, Harper!"

"No! No…" I said, calming myself down, "I came here on my own. To warn you about Mason—the guy Harper just mentioned."

"Oh!" Harper interrupted, and approached present-day me, giggling. "Has he broken up with you yet?"

"YES, HARPER!" I shouted. "That's the thing. There was this huge fight between Justin and Mason, and—"

My past self chuckled, "Did he get the pants beat off of him?"

I took a moment to think about the climax of that clash. "No—well, Kinda—I mean, well…Mason IS a werewolf…."

My past self got worried about Justin just like I always did whenever he was in trouble. "How bad was it? Is he hurt?"

"That's it…he wasn't hurt physically. He was hurt emotionally. Justin's future girlfriend, Juliet—"

My Past Self's outward laugh brought my story to a halt. "Oh, yeah!! That's some future!!"

"Just let me finish." I asked. "If you never threw Justin's wand, Juliet, Justin's VAMPIRE GIRLFRIEND—" –I had to put extra emphasis on those two words seeming as old me would've thought it was impossible to be true—"—and Mason, your Werewolf boyfriend, would've never fought and would still be here…"

"Haha, I date a werewolf?? Oh, please. So I'm a nutcase in the future??" Old me said.

"Okay, it's a long story! Gosh, if I knew talking to myself would be this hard I would've bought some duck tape along!"

My past self frowned. "Sorry! Ugh, future me is so bossy!! You're like the head of a fashion corporation!" Her face lit up with a smile. "You are the head of a fashion corporation, aren't you?"

I laughed. "I'm only 16; it's barely been a year, Alex." I explained to my former self. "Work harder, and maybe that wish will come true!" I grinned.

My past self grinned at me and pointed, laughing. "HAHA, Nice try!!" I pointed back and laughed loudly along with her.

Justin and Max entered back into the room, but stopped dead in their tracks.

"Alex…" Justin called me, "Wow, when did you get to be my height?? And when did you change clothes?"

"Justin…" I called, but It wasn't my voice. Alex—the past me--in the grey shirt, blue jacket, and long, flowing dark brown hair leaned over into Justin's view and waved.

"Hey, dork." She insulted with hostility, nodding toward him.

Justin jumped, and starting shooting fingers back and forth between us. "If you're—and you're—then you must be—"

"Justin!!" I happily called his name and leapt into his arms, wrapping mine around his neck tightly.

"—From the future?!"

I tore away from Justin and combed my hair behind my ear. "Yeah."

"Cool!" Max shouted excitedly, "I wish I could have two of me!!"

Justin turned to his younger brother, "We're Wizards…you can just make a clone."

Max shooed Justin. "We all know we can't do that!!!"

Justin sighed. "Why are you here…what happened??"

I tried scrambling the stories together again in my head, but then those images were slowly replaced by ones of my present life back home. One that I changed, hopefully. I was little too anxious to get back to my own time.

"Look, guys, it's a long story…let Harper and Alex—Me, whatever—give you a full run down, okay?" I said. I then turned around to face my past self, and look her dead in her—my—chocolate brown eyes. "Okay, when the time comes, and you have to confront Mason, or Justin, or Juliet—"

"Justin, you have a vampire girlfriend in the future!!" Past Alex abruptly informed him from over my shoulder.

"WHAT?! EWWWWWW." Justin cringed.

"Ignoring!" I said, trying to refocus. "Okay, But….when the time comes—don't throw Justin's wand. Whatever you do…keep your head on straight, okay?"

"Ok," My past self nodded, "Gotcha."

"Harper?" I moved over to my best friend's future embodiment.

"Uh-huh?"

"Look, I want you to fill Justin and Max in, alright? You already know…." Harper nodded. I then moved around Harper and continued on to stand by myself.

"Going back home to reap the rewards of breaking the rules again?" Justin asked, chuckling satisfactorily.

"No, Justin, I'm actually going home to get you out of that chair." I snapped back with double his wit. "I've done my good deed, I am now done, Take me back to the time from which I have come!"

Instantaneously, the colorful room began whirling crazily, rapidly. It was like I was caught in the eye of a tornado, which was accompanied less than a second later by a flashing light surrounding me. The last voice conceived was once again Justin's—a worried, "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

I found myself back in the lair, just as I left it. I shook my head and chuckled, my former selves now back in my head and recreating such memories.

My eyes immediately shot over to the lairs armchair, but I was both surprised and filled with joy to see my friend sitting there instead of my angry sibling.

"JULIET!" I screamed, approaching her with open arms. Juliet shot up from the seat and glided into my firm, welcoming hug.

"Alex?" the blonde vampire harrumphed.

"You're young again!!" I congratulated her, pulling away from the hug to clasp my hands onto her shoulders and smile. Almost automatically, I could tell that she was crying, the puffiness around her eyes. Indeed she was young again…just not so young, and…heartbroken.

My face concerted with confusion. "What's wrong?"

"What do you mean...you had to hear about it!!" Juliet's voice tremored with sorrow.

"What?"

"DON'T PLAY DUMB! YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!" Her hostile accusation startled me a little bit. I had no idea what she was accusing me of. Juliet eyes spouted rivers of tears as she tried yanking herself from my grip.

"No, I don't!" I tore away from her, rushing to the arched doorway to leave the lair. "I'll—I'll get Justin…"

A low voice—chilled and as prickly as ice accented a trail up my spine as my back faced the vampire.

"You won't find him, Alex…" My body tightened up into a stiff piece of cardboard.

"Justin's dead….you're family…they're all dead." Juliet croaked.

Tears spilled from my eyes without my knowledge, without my permission. My heart split into pieces within my chest, my legs began trembling. My tongue lost it's moisture.

I turned slowly back to the vampire; it was almost like dragging my feet.

I let out a whisper as soft as a puff of air, as creepy as ghosts moan…

"What…?"

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