“No, nothing, forget it. I didn’t mean anything.” Felix shook his head, hoping Imogen wouldn’t go back to the topic, and the brief seconds away from her as he bagan walking gave him a break to collect himself and mentally remind himself to not screw things up, no matter how much he wanted to tell his old friend what was going on with him. As she pulled him back, the man rolled his eyes. “Believe it or not I grew up, so no, no flask in here.” He said in a mocking tone, alhough in those moments he wished he had one. Then, Felix frowned listening Imogen’s words, was it possible that it was not just him who found himself in this upside down life? He wanted to believe so, desperatedly, because that would mean he wouldn have somone to freak out with but he dared not dare to trust completely on her in case it was a trick.
Those were his thoughts until she mentioned the news he had indeed hear about James’ death and then not knowing who she was engaged to, when that happened and mostly, until he heard the dispare in her voice. It couldn’t be possible she was faking this. At least he hope she wasn’t or else, things would go well for him. Felix lowered his head and spoke in almost a whisper. “Fuck, Immo, are you for real? I swear I’ll kick your ass if you’re fucking with me.” Looking left and right, he kept talking. “I woke up and suddently I’m old and engaged and other shit I have no momories about. And I know what you’re thinking about James, it went through my head too.” Felix could hear his hear pounding in his ears as he waited for the blonde to reply, hoping he hadn’t made a mistake by sharing with her what he was going through.
“Felix...” she breathed out in a sigh, letting it carry across the room. If he didn’t want to talk about it, she wouldn’t force it out of him...but if anyone needed things forced out of him, it was probably Felix. When he mentioned the flask, she smiled, thanking the moment of levity. “Are you sure?” She grinned, “I won’t tell if you have on. I would. Teenagers are hell. I say that because I remember how I was vividly.” She couldn’t imagine the youth changed much from when she was here, and if that were true, she felt sympathy for Felix.
“Oh please,” she rolled her eyes, diving at the change to poke fun at Felix despite the topic, “we both know you can’t kick my ass. I’d kick yours first.” But even that wasn’t enough to lift the atmosphere, the dread surrounding Imogen. “No, no,” she gestured wildly, speaking in a rushed whisper, “me too! I don’t remember anything either! I woke up just like that too! Engaged and old!” She dug out her phone and held out the threatening text she’d received to Felix, “look at this and tell me he wasn’t murdered! Not only will people think we’re crazy, but there’s some freak out there trying to keep our mouths shut.”
