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one condition,” he says, and that smile returns to his face. He’s too adorable for his own good. “You have to let me treat you to a cup of coffee.”
I guess I should have seen this coming, but I didn’t. I just stare at him, unsure what to say.
“It’s the least I can do,” he points out to me. “I mean, you saved my life.”
He’s so full of shit. But if I couldn’t say no to older Adam asking me to risk my life, I’m probably not going to be able to refuse young Adam asking me out to coffee. Anyway, it’s not possible to cheat on your boyfriend with himself. I think that’s a general rule of time travel.
“Okay,” I say.
Adam grins at me. Damn, he is young. I really feel like a cougar, even though in reality he was born two years before I was. “I’m going to put my bike in the lobby. Promise me you won’t go anywhere?”
“I promise.”
Adam hops up the steps to his building with his bike. God, he is limber. He’s one of those guys who always climbs steps two at a time—never would have thought it. How does he have so much energy? It’s almost exhausting to watch. Honestly, it’s too bad that I have less than an hour left before I go back to 2013. This situation could get pretty interesting.
When Adam returns, he’s untucked his pants from his socks, and he’s got this big eager grin on his face. He hops down the steps of his building again two at a time and lands right next to me with a resounding thump. “I’m Adam, by the way,” he says.
“I know,” I say. “I’m psychic, remember?”
“Oh, right,” he laughs. “So what’s my last name then, Psychic Girl?”
“Schaffer,” I say.
That wipes the smile off his face. He squints at me. “Do I know you from somewhere?”
Yeah, from sixteen years in the future. “No.”
“What’s your name?” he asks.
I can’t tell him my real name. I didn’t think this situation would come up, so I say the first name that pops into my head: “Tina.”
“Cute,” he says. “You look like a Tina.” I look at his face and I can’t help but wonder if this Adam is as good at eating girls out as his future counterpart. Probably not. He’s much younger and less experienced, and also he doesn’t really need to be good at it. The lower half of his body isn’t paralyzed, after all. And it never will be, thanks to me.
Of course, I can’t help but wonder if he’ll still be good at going down on me when I return to 2013. Maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll hate it. Maybe it’ll be one of those things he’ll only be willing to do on Valentine’s Day and my birthday.
That would be a huge loss. But I guess it’s selfish to be thinking that way.
“So where are we going?” I ask Adam, as he takes long strides toward the crosswalk.
“I thought you’re psychic,” he says, winking at me.
“Being psychic doesn’t work that way,” I explain, rather lamely.
“Got it,” Adam says. He points across the street, to a small café. “They have great coffee there. And whatever else you’d like.”
When he says “whatever else you’d like,” he’s referring to food . I’m assuming. Still, my heart speeds up a notch.
The light turns green, and Adam marches into the crosswalk. But before I can follow him, a yellow taxi appears out of nowhere and slams into him. I watch in horror as Adam’s body goes flying like a rag dog at least ten feet as the taxi screeches to a halt. Adam lies on the pavement, completely motionless.
I can’t freaking believe that just happened.
A crowd has already formed by the time I race over to Adam’s body. Is he dead ? Did my saving him from being hit on his bike mean that he’d get killed as a pedestrian? I push my way through the crowd, falling to my knees beside him, barely even noticing how the gravel cuts into my skin through my jeans. There’s blood on his face, but I can’t figure out where he’s bleeding from. But then he groans and I know he’s still alive. For now.
“Adam,” I
I guess I should have seen this coming, but I didn’t. I just stare at him, unsure what to say.
“It’s the least I can do,” he points out to me. “I mean, you saved my life.”
He’s so full of shit. But if I couldn’t say no to older Adam asking me to risk my life, I’m probably not going to be able to refuse young Adam asking me out to coffee. Anyway, it’s not possible to cheat on your boyfriend with himself. I think that’s a general rule of time travel.
“Okay,” I say.
Adam grins at me. Damn, he is young. I really feel like a cougar, even though in reality he was born two years before I was. “I’m going to put my bike in the lobby. Promise me you won’t go anywhere?”
“I promise.”
Adam hops up the steps to his building with his bike. God, he is limber. He’s one of those guys who always climbs steps two at a time—never would have thought it. How does he have so much energy? It’s almost exhausting to watch. Honestly, it’s too bad that I have less than an hour left before I go back to 2013. This situation could get pretty interesting.
When Adam returns, he’s untucked his pants from his socks, and he’s got this big eager grin on his face. He hops down the steps of his building again two at a time and lands right next to me with a resounding thump. “I’m Adam, by the way,” he says.
“I know,” I say. “I’m psychic, remember?”
“Oh, right,” he laughs. “So what’s my last name then, Psychic Girl?”
“Schaffer,” I say.
That wipes the smile off his face. He squints at me. “Do I know you from somewhere?”
Yeah, from sixteen years in the future. “No.”
“What’s your name?” he asks.
I can’t tell him my real name. I didn’t think this situation would come up, so I say the first name that pops into my head: “Tina.”
“Cute,” he says. “You look like a Tina.” I look at his face and I can’t help but wonder if this Adam is as good at eating girls out as his future counterpart. Probably not. He’s much younger and less experienced, and also he doesn’t really need to be good at it. The lower half of his body isn’t paralyzed, after all. And it never will be, thanks to me.
Of course, I can’t help but wonder if he’ll still be good at going down on me when I return to 2013. Maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll hate it. Maybe it’ll be one of those things he’ll only be willing to do on Valentine’s Day and my birthday.
That would be a huge loss. But I guess it’s selfish to be thinking that way.
“So where are we going?” I ask Adam, as he takes long strides toward the crosswalk.
“I thought you’re psychic,” he says, winking at me.
“Being psychic doesn’t work that way,” I explain, rather lamely.
“Got it,” Adam says. He points across the street, to a small café. “They have great coffee there. And whatever else you’d like.”
When he says “whatever else you’d like,” he’s referring to food . I’m assuming. Still, my heart speeds up a notch.
The light turns green, and Adam marches into the crosswalk. But before I can follow him, a yellow taxi appears out of nowhere and slams into him. I watch in horror as Adam’s body goes flying like a rag dog at least ten feet as the taxi screeches to a halt. Adam lies on the pavement, completely motionless.
I can’t freaking believe that just happened.
A crowd has already formed by the time I race over to Adam’s body. Is he dead ? Did my saving him from being hit on his bike mean that he’d get killed as a pedestrian? I push my way through the crowd, falling to my knees beside him, barely even noticing how the gravel cuts into my skin through my jeans. There’s blood on his face, but I can’t figure out where he’s bleeding from. But then he groans and I know he’s still alive. For now.
“Adam,” I
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