Time Jumper. Part one.

I've been writing constantly for the past few hours. It's my dream! Jackson Rathbone. ♥ I'm posting it here for fun. Read if you want. It's not finished. Here's the first part.
I have twice as much as this down, but yeah, enjoy!

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And that's when I saw him. Jackson Rathbone. But, he was younger. How could that be? I rubbed my head, after I must have hit it on the pavement or something. The last thing I remembered was a tree, and then I don't know. But here I was, laying on the ground and gawking at a guy across the street like an idiot. This wasnt any ordinary guy though. This was Monroe Jackson Rathbone, an actor I have been crushing on for the passed three years.
"Are you okay?" I heard someone on the other side of me say. I looked up to see a guy with one of those hats that gangsters in pinstripped suits should be wearing or something.
"I don't even know." I said, sitting up, still rubbing my head.
"British, nice. Im Ben" He grinned, offering me his hand. Then I really looked at him, after he helped me stand up. I stared at him. I knew him from somewhere. Ben. Ben. OhGod. He's in Jacksons Band. There were two Bens in 100 monkeys, though, right?
"and you are...?"
"Vicky. Where am I? I don't even..."
"Michigan. Hey, are you okay? Do you need to sit down or something?"
"No, no...I'm fine....Really" I said, shaking my head a lot, not exactly helping. Ben held on to my elbow and slowly made me walk across the road. OhGawdOhGawdOhGawd. I think I started to sick at that point.

After explaining how he'd found me, while I stood gawking in complete silence, Ben smiled at me, while Jackson held his hand out. I slowly took it.
"I'm Jackson, Ma'am." He smiled, shaking my hand and then letting go. I smiled, trying to not giggle nervously. HeIsSoDangSexyInPerson. "Ben, I think we go inside and get her some water. She don't look a hundred percent." I smiled, most likely looking like an idiot.
The both helped me into the building and sat me down on a table. Ben went to get me some water, leaving me alone with Jackson. I was busy trying not to faint as he sat across from me, his eyes not leaving me. He was most likely making sure I didnt faint too.
"I've never seen a library quite like this one before" I said, trying to say something that made at least some sense.
"Welcome to Interlochen Arts Academy, Michigan, Vick." He smiled. I looked to the side of the table to see a newspaper. I looked at the date and my jaw almost hit the floor. July 10th 2001.
"That can't be possible." I said, grabbing the paper and staring at the date as if it would magically change. "No way. Im dreaming. Im not even here" I laughed like I was mental. Ben put down the glass of water next to me and sat down.
"What's the matter?" Jackson asked.

"This doesnt make sense. Somebody pinch me to make sure I'm awake..." Ben promptly pinched my arm, and I pulled my arm away from him, rubbing it. "Oww. That hurt." I frowned.
Jackson chuckled, and I couldnt help but laugh lightly.
"You did ask for it."
"What's the matter with you? Have you got heat stroke or something? Drink" Ben pushed the water over to me, and I picked it up, sipping it, noticing that Jackson was still looking at me. I put the drink down.
"Nothing's wrong with me. I'm just pretty certian it isn't 2001. Let alone July!" I shook my head.
"Oh yeah, Last year of high school, and then we're getting out of here." Ben said, bumping fists with Jackson.
"Yup, Im going to be off to the Royal Scottish Academy after graduation." Jackson grinned. His hair was all short. It was cute, but it was strange seeing him this young. I had, by this point, concluded that I must be having one of those lucid.. or vivid dreams.
"What im saying is, the last time I looked at my phone, it said 2010. December."
"Maybe you set the time wrong." Ben chuckled.
"Im pretty sure I didn't, doofus." I said, rolling my eyes. Jackson chuckled while Ben stared at me.

"How hard did you hit your head?" Ben asked, tapping my skull. I frowned at him. The only thought running through my head at that point though was 'Lol, Jake says that in New Moon' and then I looked at Jackson and smiled foolishly.
"Okay, So if all of this is real, then, I probally should stay calm until it sorts itself out, right?"
"Dude, This girl needs to go to a mental institude." Ben said, point at me and looking at Jackson.
"It's rude to point, Mr Johnson." I said, looking at him and raising my eyebrow.
"Okay then" He said, sliding away from me a little. "How do you know my name is Ben Johnson?" Whoops.
"You told me." I lied.
"Sure I did...." He said. Jackson was too busy laughing quietly.
"Do you remember what happened yet, Vick?" He asked, chuckling lightly and smiling at me.
Time to lie to save my bacon from lockdown in a padded cell.
"Yeah, A little. My dad kicked me out and I just.. walked. I don't remember how I got to America though, let alone Michigan." I shrugged, hoping I was being believable.
"Oh, Thats rough. Sorry." He said, smiling appologetically.
"Happens, I guess." I shrugged.

After deciding I must be tired, Jackson and Ben, who apparently shared a room at the Michigan boarding school of arts, very kindly, and unexpectedly, offered to let me sleep there. I didnt know where else I would go, seeing that If I went home, who knows what trouble would happen. I might be walking home to an eight year old me. And my mum would wonder who the heck I was. So, that option was a big fat no. Jackson gave me a pair of his "Sweats" as he called them, and an old shirt of his, to change into. I was internally swooning, but keeping my cool, as I went to get changed in the bathroom. I could hear Ben and Jackson discussing whether it would be alright for me to sleep on the "couch" or not. Halfway through their mini argument, I walked back in, putting my clothes in a neat pile at the bottom of the sofa and sat on it.
"Here will be fine, Guys." I smiled, curling my legs under me, leaning against the arm. "Thanks for letting me stay here, I don't know where I would have gone otherwise."
"Its fine" They both smiled and I laughed lightly. Ben threw a blanket at me and I pulled it over me with a thank you. I looked at the clock. Nine in the evening. Jackson went to sit at his desk, to read a book, maybe studying for an exam or something, and Ben went to lay down on his bed, writing and scribbling things into a book. I pulled my jeans up to me and looked through the pockets to see if I still had anything. I looked up to make sure nobody was watching, and pulled out a twenty pound note, which would be useless, some headphones, cherry chapstick and my phone. My phone could pose problems. It had no signal, it wasn't even invented yet. Did they even have touch screen in 2001? I dont think so.

I slide the phone, turned off, back into my jeans pocket and put them back on the floor. My paranoia told me I'd have to keep it hidden, or prepare for questions. I laid out on the sofa, getting comfy and looked over at Jackson, reading at his desk. As a seventeen year old, studying to graduate, he looked completely different from the whole Twilight actor, singer person that I'd seen on the television and on the internet. I smiled and closed my eyes, falling asleep, maybe to wake up from this weird moment.
"Vicky, What the hell?" I heard a voice.
"What, Becca? What did I do now?" I replied, without thinking.
"You just disappeared. And now youre back. And it's weird." My best friend was sat on her bed, and I was sat on the matress next to it.
"What? Youre going to have to explain, Im confused. I had this dream about meeting Jackson Rathbone and..."
"It wasnt a dream, Vicky. You disappeared, and found this in my emails" She said, turning elphy around (She named her laptop, dont diss, she's cool)
"I wrote this when!?" Seeing the date first.
"Exactly what I thought. You timed the email from your ninth birthday"

"Vicky?" I heard Becca say faintly.
I blinked a few times, waking up. I sat up and looked around. I was back in Jacksons apartment. I rubbed my head. God was I confused.
"Morning sleepy head. Thought you'd never wake up" Ben said holding a bottle of water out to me. I took it and smiled sleepily.
"Thanks."
"Will you be okay here on your own while Ben and I go to our lessons?" Jackson said, pulling on his coat. I nodded, smiling.
"You can help yourself to whatever. Just don't leave unless you know where youre headin' 'kay?" He said. I raised and eyebrow for a second and then nodded again.
"S'later, Vick." Ben said, smiling and waving, walking out the front door. Jackson smiled over at me and waved once before leaving. As soon as they left, I got up, leaving my water on the sofa, and went over to Jackson's desk. Time to do a little research so I can see where I am. School notes on books and plays, scripts and things. I looked through the right hand draw until I found a little black leather bound book. I rolled my eyes at how cliche it was, taking it out and sitting on the desk chair. I flicked through it. I ended up laughing, a little freaked out. Song lyrics. Not many I reckognised, because I don't know that many of his songs, but I saw "Keep Awake" and laughed. The world had yet to discover Mr Rathbone.