Time Jumper Part Two

I ended up back on the sofa, curled up again and watching some television. I drank my water and refilled it twice by the time it was twelve, and flicked through the news channels. 2001. Why was this bothering me? What happened in 2001? I tried to think, but I couldn't remember. It may be now, and I may be seventeen, but it was technically nine years ago, and I was eight. Does that mean there's a twenty six year old me walking around in 2001, along with the seventeen year old me? Wait. Oh this was too confusing. My head started to hurt a little, again, so I muted the television and closed my eyes.
"Stop disappearing!" Becca said.
"I can't help it," I said, staring at her laptop. "I don't think I should read that." I looked away.
"What's happening?"
"I don't know, but it's kind of cool. I'm in 2001!"
"I noticed" she said, pointing at the laptop.
"Hey, Google the important events of 2001. I can't remember. The date's the eleventh of July."
"Don't disappear on me. One second you’re here, the next you’re not."
"I've been at Jackson's place all morning."
"Well, apparently hours for you is minutes for me here. Or something like that. Ah, here. 2001. We should have remembered this one. 2001 is when...."

I opened my eyes, groaning.
"Did you not get enough sleep last night?" Ben chuckled as I sat up.
"I'm good. I'm good. Honest"
"Hungry? I hope you like pizza" Jackson said, sitting next to me on the sofa and putting the box on the table in front.
"I'll eat most things" I grinned as he opened the box to reveal a pepperoni pizza.
"I've washed my hands." He said, picking up a slice and giving it to me, chuckling lightly. Ben sat next to Jackson and pulled a slice out of the box too.
"Thank you, Kind sir." I laughed lightly, taking the slice and biting into it. I was pretty hungry.
After eating the entire pizza between us in less than half an hour, Ben looked at me.
"How long do you need to stay, Vick?"
"Need?" I asked
"I mean, we won’t be here forever. I'm sure we can work things out, but after we graduate, you won't have a place to stay." He said, looking a little concerned, maybe.
"I'll figure something out, don’t worry." I smiled reassuringly.
"You can stay with us as long as you want. You're no trouble at all. You just sleep a lot" Jackson chuckled, poking my side.
"We're going to need to get her some clothes, Jay." Ben said, looking at my outfit. I was still wearing Jacksons 'sweats' and shirt. Which I entirely did not mind.

"Ben G. will have money for her clothes. We'll just have to promise he'll get something out of it" Ben said.
"No way. From how that sounds, you won’t be promising this Benjy guy anything." I said, holding my hands up. Ben and Jay were.... shocked for a few seconds, I dont know, but then they laughed.
"Not like that. and its Ben.... G. Not Benjy." Ben explained.
"Anyway, I don't want you wasting money on me. You letting me stay here is kind enough."
"Wait, didn’t Kelly leave some of her clothes here last time she visited, when she was driving through town to go to that art exhibition." Ben said, looking at Jackson, completely ignoring my statement.
Jackson headed for his bedroom, and Ben followed, looking back at me for a few seconds. I took that as a "You should follow" so I got up and did so. Walking into Jackson's room, I couldn’t help but continue my internal swooning. Guitar on its stand in the corner, big bed in the middle, window seat, closet and drawer. And it smelt nice.
"What size clothes are you?" Ben asked, looking at a label of a shirt Jackson had thrown at him.

"You can't ask her that, Ben." Jackson said, looking at him and walking over to me with a pair of jeans.
"Sorry." Ben mumbled, picking up another shirt. "These are fourteens, just saying."
"Aren't American and British sizes a little different?" I asked, taking the jeans from Jackson and smiling.
"Just try and see, Babe." Ben grinned at me. I raised my eyebrow. Jackson looked at him the same way and we laughed lightly.
I took, overall, two pairs of jeans, a pair of leggings and four shirts with me into the bathroom to try on. They all fit me, thank goodness. I came out in the leggings and the long blue shirt. I pulled my black woolly boots on, the one's I'd come here wearing, and looked around to Jackson and Ben, who we're looking at me.
"So, Four pm. What should we go do?" I smiled. There was a slight pause until Jackson said something.
"Let's go see Ben G. Show him our new room mate, and have a bit of a music session, I wrote a few more songs last weekend." He chuckled a little, grinning. His face looked childishly cuter than the twenty six year old Jackson I was used to staring at on my wall, but he was still there.

"So, this is Vick" Ben G. smiled at me. We were at his apartment, and his friend Sam was passed out in his bedroom.
"So, this is Graupner," I laughed lightly. "Nice to meet you."
I watched as Jackson sat down on the sofa with his guitar, before he strummed a few chords. Ben J pulled out a keyboard and, as Ben G walked over to sit at his drums, I sat at the end of the sofa, watching Jackson. Swoon inside moment.
"Rehearse the first song, and then I'll show you what I wrote last weekend." Jackson said to the two Ben's, before looking at me and smiling. "You okay with this, yeah?"
"Of course. I'm watching a soon to be famous band! " I said. Whoops. Luckily, Jackson took it as a compliment and chuckled, started to play his guitar. Ohgod. The keyboard and drums kicked in, and I tried my hardest not to giggle in fan girl proportions.
"The problem with you, the problem with this world, the problem with you, the problem with this world, the problem with you the problem with this world, It's an ugly one, and you’re an ugly girl" They sang. I mimed. Then I stopped myself. I'd never heard this song before. Or atleast I shouldn’t have. The worst thing? I had some of their songs on my phone! I'd have to delete before they found them, or god knows what would happen.

Jackson, Ben J and Ben G were playing Keep Awake now. Well, they were learning it. Bad thing was I couldn’t help but sing along after the first few ones, because the lyrics are the same over and over, and I knew the song anyway.
"'Cos I’m in the kitchen with a knife that’s itching for your red blood on those white sheets"
"Someone has disturbing dreams at night." Ben J and Ben G were commenting, laughing about it. Jackson laughed too.
"I would have written a new song today, but I slept well last night, so no freaky dreams for inspiration."
"Writing songs isn’t that hard though, right?" I asked Jackson. He smiled at me.
"It can be. But if you just write down your feelings, then you'll find it comes out easily."
"Oh, calm down, they're having a moment." Ben G said, laughing.
"Shut up, Ben" the other Ben said, chuckling.
"Go see if Sam's still alive" Jackson chuckled. Ben G thought that was a good idea, so did so.

Around eleven pm, I started to get sleepy, but Jackson, Ben and Ben, and now Sam, were all practising song. I curled up on the couch and closed my eyes, listening to the strumming of guitar strings.
"Back again, are we?" Becca said, smiling at me.
"Getting used to this a little. I've sorta figured that when I fall asleep in 2001, I appear back here, but when I wake up in 2001, I disappear from here."
"You said it was July the eleventh?" She asked.
"Yeah. Almost July twelve now."
"Okay, so, You're an idiot for not remembering 2001 was when September the eleventh happened. You better not go anywhere near that, or tell anyone. Who knows what you do if you change things in the past."
"Oh god. I have to keep quiet about one of the worst things to ever happen? I could stop it and be a hero!"
"What would you say? Oh, Hi, I’m from the future, I know, it’s confusing me too, but you have to believe me when I say a plane's going to hit those twin towers in New York." She laughed.
I shook my head, laughing lightly. Then I frowned.
"That’s weird."
"What?" Rebecca said, a little worry crossing her face.
"I can feel arms around-"