Did anyone though that if The Last of Us happened in Teen Wolf world the werewolves wouldn't get infected, because they can't get sick, if that happened ellie wouldn't be the only one immune, even if for different reasons
Last day of junior year at college, 22 years old, Elle McKenzie walked away from Central High College in to the busy streets of Seattle.
That day had been the most exhausting day of that year, the day of the last test. Outside of the building dozens of students planning parties where they could get drunk, do shit and forget about it the day after. Elle just wanted to go home to the apartment she shared with her brother and spent at least one week doing nothing.
If there was one thing Elle didn't get was why everyone always feel the need to get drunk or high, or both of this things at the same time. She always had an opinion about this, since she was 13 and already learned that alcohol and drugs are no good to your body or mind. Why do it if all it causes is a moment of lightness and then you're start to feel like shit again?
Down a road Elle was walking with earplugs in her ears, listening to Taylor Swift's Starlight song, the girl was really concentrate on the music and really distracted about where she was going. Taking a turn to the left in the street where her apartment was, she continued to walk, looking down at her shoes.
Like destiny she bumped into someone, looking up she saw a guy with long brown hair holding onto her arms to make her stead on her feet.
"I'm so sorry, I'm really distracted today. Are you alright?" She asked him.
"I'm good, and don't worry I was distracted too, if I wasn't I probably would have sidetracked you." He responded with a reassuring smile. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine" Elle started to say looking around.
"Are you sure you're doing good?" He asked again, seeing the confuse expression on her face.
"Yeah, I just think I took the wrong turn." She said still looking around. "Can you tell me what street we are now?"
"Sure, we're in Lavender Street."
"That can't be right, my apartment building is in this street and I'm not seeing it, and this don't look like the street I walk daily." She said starting to panic.
"If you don't believe me, you can look at the signs, are you certain that this is the street you're looking for?"
“Yes, I’m sure.” Elle answered turning her attention to him. Looking at him, he started to feel familiar. “Do you go to Central High?” She asked.
“No, I don’t, sorry.” He answered. “How about I help you find your street? That way you won’t be wandering around alone. Let’s just go back from where you came from.”
“Yeah, okay.” And just like that the two of them started walking in the direction where the street started. “Hey you’re here helping me and I still don’t know your name. I’m Elle.” She said.
“I’m Dave.” He said simply.
“You look so familiar, I was sure I saw you around college.” Elle said thinking out loud.
“You couldn’t have seen me there, didn’t even finish high school.” Dave commented. “What do you study there?” He asked while they walked.
“Music, hope to be a producer someday.” She answered smiling.
“Really? What kind of music do you like?”
“Pop, dance pop, romantic music. Not really eclectic, but what can I do?” She laughed. “And you?”
“That’s a lot of pop in there. I’m the total opposite, I love rock music.” He smiled.
“Just like my brother, I bet you love those Nirvana guys. Am I right? Logan is obsessed with them.” She said looking at him with a mocking smile.
“First of all, we call it grunge now, and second I got to think they’re pretty cool.” He answered making Elle roll her eyes thinking about her brother.
“You talk just like my brother, always correcting me, and then he would say, ‘Kurt Cobain was a genius, so shut up Elle’.” She said imitating her brother.
“He was? So, he isn’t anymore?” Dave asked.
Before Elle could answer she looked around where they were, she recognized little things like a little market around the corner that she always passes by when going home, but it looked new. She didn’t understand what was going on.
“Where are we right now?” She asked.
“One block away from your college. Not wanting to be rude, but already being. Did you knock your head or something?” He asked putting his hands on her shoulders, holding Elle still.
“Not that I remember, I left college and started walking towards my apartment, but everything looks so different.” She said turning her head around to look at the buildings that surrounded them.
“Okay, let’s do check questions. How old are you? What’s your full name? What year are we?” He asked one question after the other.
“I’m 22, my name is Elle May McKenzie, and we are in 2021.” She answered slowly.
Destiny, also known as something you can’t change, something you’re meant to do or be. Even when you do a thing thinking you’re going to change your future, that thing is somewhere on the timeline you’re meant to follow till you fulfill your so-called destiny.
Sometimes for reasons we can’t explain some people are sent back in a certain time, to do certain things. Now you must be thinking that these people are successfully breaking their timelines, but like I said, its all meant to be. You can never change your destiny, the only thing you can, and must do, its accept it.
If you can think about two siblings that are the total opposite of each other, it’s the McKenzie twins, they’re like black and white. Elle and Logan are always bickering, and its always about the smallest things, like who’s going to choose the music in the car.
- Logan it’s my turn, I don’t want to listen to your shitty rock music.
Elle would always say, and always receive a glare from her brother.
- Its not just rock, its grunge, and it is not shitty.
- I don’t care, you chose the music last time, now it’s my turn.
And like that the discussion would end.
Here’s the thing, Elle’s destiny is to be one of those people who go back in time to do something, but this girl its not prepared for what’s about to happen and she doesn’t have any idea of what’s she’ll have to do.
This is my first one shot, I’ve decided to do this because for some reason this new Ed Sheeran song reminded me of them. The lyrics will be slightly different. Please let me know what you think.
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I wish that heaven
Had visiting hours
A sign can be seen in front of a big gate, in a big white arc. Heaven visiting hours, it’s what it says. Walking alone through the gate is a tall, red headed wizard, that came every time that he could, just to talk to his brother.
“Hey Gred.”
So I could just show up
And bring the news
That he's getting older
And I wish that you'd met him
The two would spend hours talking about everything, but for some reason it’s been months since last visit.
“It feels like forever since I last saw you, what happened?” Fred asked.
“I’ve been distracted.” George said, waving his brother of. “But I have some exiting news.” He announced with the biggest smile in his face, since the war four years ago, it was rare to see George this happy.
“What is it mate, don’t leave me hanging.” Fred said almost jumping with curiosity.
“Angie and I had a baby!” George cried.
“Oh my Merlin Gred, this is amazing.” The older twin screamed. “I am an uncle, I am an uncle.” He singed, dancing around. “I can’t believe it.”
“Yeah, me neither.” George said. “I just wish that you could meet him, his name is Fred Weasley the second.” He told his brother, letting a tear slip from his eye.
Fred pulled him into his arms squeezing him tight.
The things that he'll learn from me
I got them all from you
“Now all you have to do is let go.” George explained to baby Fred, letting a dungbomb fall from the top of the stair from the burrow. “Me and your uncle loved to do that kind of stuff, and I know you’ll love it to.” He said looking at his son, kissing his head.
“GEORGE WEASLEY” A shout could be heard from the kitchen. “YOU BETTER NOT BE DOING WHAT I THINK YOUR DOING”
The baby in his arms couldn’t be more clueless about his surroundings.
I'd just stay a while
And we'll put all the world to rights
“You know” George started. “Ginny and Harry just had a baby too.” He told his brother.
“I can’t believe he knocked up our little sister.” Fred said, “I hope you and the guys gave him a proper scare when they told the family.”
“Believe me when I say, he will be terrified to even bring up the topic.” George answered laughing.
The little ones will grow
And I'll still drink your favorite wine
“He is so big Fred, he reminds me of you.” George said.
“Of course he reminds you of me, we’re identical!” Fred exclaimed “Honestly Gred, sometimes I think I got all the intelligence.” He said shaking his head.
George laughed, but inside he knew what he meant, and it was much deeper than the looks.
“Hey do you remember that wine that you brought home that day, when we had just closed the shop? It was the end of our first week, you bought to celebrate it.” He asked.
“Yeah, I remember, it became my favorite one, and I even remember that when I bought it, I was just joking around about being posh.” Fred said thinking back to that specific day.
“I still drink it ‘till this day.”
And soon they're going to close
But I'll see you another day
So much has changed
Since you've been away
“Hey Forge, I have to go, I think it’s closing time.” George said. ”I’ll come back tomorrow, same time. I still have so much to tell you.”
“No George…” Fred started but he was already gone.
Well, I wish that heaven
Had visiting hours
So I could just swing by
And ask your advice
What would you do in my situation?
I haven't a clue how I'd even raise them
What would you do?
'Cause you always do what's right
“I was just wondering, I think the shop needs some new products” He started. “But I can’t think of anything good enough. So, do you have any ideas?” George asked.
“Not really, but do you remember that thing muggles have that send an electric wave when shaking hands?” Fred asked. “I think you could come up with something to make this thing even funnier, I think dad would love it.”
“That’s actually a good idea, thanks Fred.” George said getting up to leave. “Looks like I have work to do, see you tomorrow.”
“Wait, don’t…” And again, George was out of reach.
Can we just talk a while
Until my worries disappear?
I'd tell you that I'm scared
Of turning out a failure
He'd say: Remember that the answer
Is in the love that we create
So much has changed
Since you've been away
“I don’t think I can do it Fred.” George said, almost crying.
“Of course you can, you did once, you can do it twice.” Fred responded. “Angie loves you, I love you, your son loves you and your daughter will to.” He said. “Remember that the answer is in the love that we create, or in our case, the chaos.” He laughed.
“You’re right, Angie is waiting for me, see you soon.” George said rushing out.
“Hey wait… FUCK!”
I wish that heaven
Had visiting hours
And I would ask them
If I could take you home
Again, in front of the gates, was the red headed man, but this time he wasn’t walking, he was standing and looking up.
“PLEASE, PLEASE, LET ME TAKE HIM HOME” He screamed. “He doesn’t deserve to be here, I need him with me, he deserves to be living, he deserves to have a family like me, please, just please let me take him home.” He pleaded for someone, tears streaming down his face, he fell to his knees.
But I know what they'd say
That it's for the best
“You don’t know what’s best, he was only 21, how can I deserve this life I have, and he doesn’t?” He cried.
So I would live life the way you taught me
And make it on my own
“George, c’mon, get up.” Fred said.
“Why can’t you be down there with me, I miss you so much.” George cried. “Every time I look in the mirror I see you, and it hurts so much.”
“No brother, every time you look in the mirror you see yourself, you need to stop thinking about why I died, things happen for a reason, I’ve accepted my death, you have too as well. It’s been years, I need you to stop coming here.” Fred told his twin.
And I will close the door
And I will open up my heart
And everyone I love
Will know exactly who you are
“I don’t think I can” He cried.
“Of course you can, live your life to the fullest, enjoy it.” Fred demanded. “I just have one request.” He said. “Don’t let anyone forget about me, and tell my nephews and nieces about me too, or else I’ll just have to pull your feet at night.” He joked.
'Cause this is not goodbye
It is just till we meet again
So much has changed
Since you've been away
“And remember, this is not goodbye, it’s just see you soon, you are not immortal my friend. When your time comes, I will be right here waiting for you.” He continued. “I just hope it will be many years from now.”
“Believe me I will never let anyone forget you, I love you so much.” George promised.
“Promise me that the next time I see you will be the day you die, preferably really old, like the Triwizard Cup day.” Fred pleaded.
“I promise.” George said. “I love you, see you soon.” He told his brother, passing trough the gates and the same sign that was there from the beginning.
Heaven: visiting hours. Opening hours: from the time that you sleep, till the time you wake up.
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