Well on the day I promised it is here let me know what you think
Christian's pov
My head hurt. That was the first thing I thought. The next was where the heck was I? where were Rose, and the kids?
I looked around trying -and I'm pretty sure any Guardian would say failing- to use that Guardian observation stuff Rose tried to teach me a bit of.
It looked like an academy dorm. No it looked like mine from when I lived in St. Vlad's. I looked at some of the picture's on the wall. It was mine. At least it looked exactly like it did back then.
I went from photo to photo. I had all of these at home along with some newer one's. One's that weren't just of me and my friends as teenagers, but as adults.
I look more closely at one of the photo's. Mason's about to fall asleep, Eddie is trying to look cool with a pair of sun glasses, Adrian was walking through drunk as ever, Rose and I are having I a shoving match each trying to get the other out of the camera's view - ah yes we did sort of hate each other back then-, and Lissa was trying to stop us from arguing. All in all it was a really bad picture. Mia had taken it. There where lots from her because she got into photography.
In another we were all at the school dance someone else had taken the picture this time -I couldn't remember who- because all of us where in it. We where also all giving the camera the finger. All except Lissa who was blushing, and looking embarrassed to be with us when we where doing that.
And there where more one of them. One made me laugh out loud. It was Rose perched on my shoulder's - my shocked face was priceless- and she was reaching desperately for a chocolate donut in my hand. This one had been taken before we were all friends. The cafeteria had been out, and she had tried to jump me -literally- to get mine. Some how I had managed to get her off me, but I gave her the donut anyway to make her leave me alone.
I smiled. Then it turned into a frown. What was I doing here. I was supposed to be on a business trip to Florida. Not back in Montana. I looked over at the calendar on the wall, and dropped the picture I had been holding.
I spun around to look in the mirror. Oh no.
I was the teenage version of me. On the day before Lissa died.