Jade's POV

I got back from the movies quite late so I was surprised to see Beck still awake. I crept in and made him jump by grabbing his shoulders lightly. "Boo." I said playfully. Beck jumped, looking alarmed.

"Jade!" He said, hugging me. I hugged him back, burying my head into his shoulder.

"What?" I asked. "Is there something wrong?" I patted his back and he sat back down. He shook his head.

"No, no. Everything's fine. How are you?" He felt my forehead and then sat me down next to him. I raised my eyebrow sceptically.

"How are you?" I asked. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Just worried about you," I smiled at him.

"Why? I can look after myself you know!" I poked him in the chest. "We had a great time, actually. The movie was really good. Miley was…" I cleared my throat. "Herself," Beck laughed. He knew that I didn't exactly idolize Miley. I did like that movie though.

"That's good then, that you enjoyed yourself." I nodded.

"Cat has this annoying habit of leaning all over you in the cinema though, and she always sits in the middle."

"Yeah, I know. I went to the cinema with her a few weeks back. It's not too bad though."

"No, I guess not." I paused. "So what have you been doing all this time?" He flinched then looked up at me.

"Oh…I stayed here, not much to do on a…Saturday night is there?" I raised my eyebrow again.

"Your car…it changed place." I said my brow creasing. "Beck," I continued, picking up the scissors on my desk and pointing them at him. "Where have you been?" Beck stepped back.

"Okay. Wow, put the scissors down. I went to see if I could prove you wrong. I went to see a fortune teller."

"And?" I asked. "What did she tell you?"

"That I was in for a shock," he mumbled. I poked him.

"Is that it? Yes, your shock will be failing in the world and not being able to claw your way up – with no backup plan!" I yelled. "Whatever," I said.

"I'm sorry." Beck said limply. I rolled my eyes and changed into my pyjamas. Once I was in my little black top and purple shorts, I got under the blanket and tried to forget everything stupid thing Beck said.

Next morning

I woke up with a start, and got up quite quickly. I rolled out of bed and padded into the kitchen. It was then I realized I wasn't at home at all, not in Beck's cosy RV but in a big house, and looking out the window I saw a horribly cliché little picket fence and a large garden. I scratched my head and blinked hazily, trying to figure everything out.

I called Beck's name softly, trying to work out where I was. I explored a bit more. It was a big house, the kind you'd find in Beverly Hills or in the rich parts of Hollywood. I smoothed down my pyjamas and realised they'd changed too. I was now wearing a silky dressing gown with a green vest and long silk pants.

I went to the bathroom so I could take a better look at myself. I felt really strange in this house. I looked in the mirror and my reflection shocked me – I looked about ten years older! I touched my face and half expected for my reflection to disappear. My skin didn't look too much different and my hair was still black with streaks of colour, but my face looked older, wiser. A more experienced look was etched on my features. My eyes were the same and when I looked at my tattoos and piercings they were still there, though I had a new tattoo, a broken heart. I raised my eyebrow at that but didn't examine myself further. I felt okay, so why bother? I shook my heavy head, trying to make this whole scenario seem real. I had to be dreaming. Or maybe I was just overly tired. I smoothed down my hair and then went to find Beck.

I explored the house more, looking in each room downstairs. I couldn't really find anything. I made myself something to drink and then went upstairs from where I came from to find Beck. I shook his arm and looked him up and down, taking in his strange attire. Plaid pyjamas with matching bottoms…he never wears matching! I poked and prodded him until he got up.

"Ugh, Jade, it's too early." He rolled over and faced me. I gasped as I took in his appearance. He looked much older too. He wasn't bad looking; he looked the same, but just a bit older. Quite a bit older! I blinked a few times again, confused.

"Beck, what is going on? I'm really scared right now. Where are we?"

"At home, I guess." He mumbled, trying to go back to sleep. I sighed and left him.

I looked around a little more, before throwing the dressing gown on the spotless floor and slumping down on the couch. I switched the TV on and flicked to the news.

"New Year is coming up and celebrations are in full steam ahead! Many people are already being spotted tumbling out of bars and injuring themselves. We are urging you to stay safe!"

"Idiots," I mumbled. "Who can't have a few drinks without throwing up?" I listened to the rest of the TV. I still wanted to find out what was going on.

"This is the last news bulletin of 2021!"

"Haha, very funny; kudos to him," I said. "Beck, come down here right now!" I yelled. He trotted into the living room with no shame. I pointed to the TV. "I give you props for all of this. Even the news crew are in on it? How did you do it?"

"Do what?" He asked dumbly. I shook my head.

"The cat's outta the bag, Beck. I know you've done all of this."

"I swear on my life, I haven't."

"Swear on mine."

"I swear on your life I haven't. I'd never hurt you, you know that. So I'm not lying." I sighed, knowing he was right.

"Then what's going on?" I asked, sitting down again. Beck pondered, thinking hard. He gasped.

"The fortune lady! She said we were in for a shock…she said when I awaken, I'm going to be sorry…we're in the future!"

"Beck…it's not possible!"

"Well, it's happened…" I groaned. I paced back and forth, trying to think of a plan. I smashed a stupid vase on the mantelpiece.

"What could be worse!" I yelled. I scraped my hair and screamed once more before we heard something. A baby crying.

"I think we just found out." Beck replied. Oh no…it's going to get a whole lot more complicated.