She is panicking, not sure on what to do. She wakes up in the past, when she knows she should be four years in the future. She has no idea on how she got there, or worst of all: how she's going to get back. For Riley Morgan, the idea of waking up in the year of 2010 was just a crazy idea. And the fact that it actually happened to her, well, she doesn't know how to act. She knows about things that will happen in the future, things that no one could predict. And what does she do when she all of a sudden becomes friends with someone who will be a celebrity in four years? She doesn't even know.

--Copyright © 2014 -> Iridescent Artist


4. Three




"You're sure you're okay?" Liam asked me. We sat in the coffee shop, our hands wrapped around our cappuccinos. The place seemed almost like a Starbucks, but not quite - it had more of a rustic look to it.

I didn't really know what to say to him, no excuse would make up for my odd behavior back at the sports shop. We had earlier talked about what had happened, him not getting any real info out of me whatsoever. I honestly just wanted to curl up in a ball in my room at the moment, almost out of embarrassment for my dumb, idiotic question about the year. I had to have sounded crazy. 

I nodded my head, "Yeah, I'm just having a really weird day." I started to rack my brain for ideas of what to say, but I came up with nothing. I was just sitting there like a vegetable, not speaking. I could only shrug.

He started lightly laughing, shaking his head a bit, "You're an odd one." He then took a drink of his cappuccino, "But please don't take that in a bad way."

I couldn't help but smile and laugh a little myself, agreeing with what he was saying. I had to change the subject somehow, "So Liam, are you from London?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

He furrowed his eyebrows, "How'd you know my name?"

Oh shit! We hadn't ever exchanged names! I frankly wanted to just run out of there as quickly as possible, but I of course couldn't do that. So I figured out a solution, a crappy one, but maybe it'd work. I started stumbling on my words, "You- Your dad said, umm, said your name was-"

"How'd you know he was my dad?"

Holy cow! How was I slipping up this much? "I just assumed-"

He started grinning, laughing even. He was smiling enough to make his eyes crinkle up with wrinkles around them, "Hey! It's alright, I was just messing with you!"

He continued to laugh, so I lowered my head to the table and buried it in my arms. I knew my face would be turning red any second from embarrassment.

He moved his hand over to one of my arms, shaking it lightly, "Hey, sorry about that. But you kind of set me up for it."

I raised my head, "I did not!"


I back-handed his arm, "You're so mean!" I said, even though I was smiling.

After our laughter died out, Liam finally answered my question, "I'm from Wolverhampton by the way."

"Oh cool, but what are you doing here on a school day?" I asked.

He shrugged, "It's just a family day for us. Really random day for it, but here we are." I didn't know what to say next, I already knew all about him. And I will admit, I was a little star struck, even though he wasn't even a celebrity at the moment. But thank God he said something before the quietness got awkward, "You already know my name, so what's your's?

"Riley," I stated.

"Cool name, are you just visiting London as well or?"

"No, I'm actually from Branburry. I'm just here for Uni," I said. "I'm not sure what I'm going to go into quite yet, but I'm taking some classes to help me figure out what I want to do. What about you? Any ideas?"

He pursed his lips, "I'm not quite sure yet either. I'm just sixteen, but I want to audition for The X Factor."

I tried my best to have a surprised look on my face, even though I wasn't at all shocked by what he said, "Will it be your first time auditioning?" No.

He shook his head and took another sip of his drink, "No, I tried when I was fourteen. But when I got to Simon Cowell's house, I was sent home." He looked upset by it, and I didn't blame him. It would really tear someone down if they were that close to their dream, and it was taken away.

But I felt really bad for bringing up a sore subject. And I could've prevented him from having to talk about it, "Well I'm sure you'll do great this time." I could picture his audition in my head: him coming on stage, Simon looking shocked by his presence, Liam sings perfectly, and he gets half of the panel to stand for him. He really had no idea what was coming for him.

"Thanks, I'm just a little nervous for it, you know? I feel like I've been preparing for it for so long and I don't want to screw it up." He looked down at his hands.

"Liam," I started, getting him to look up, "confidence is the key. I know for a fact that you'll do just great, I promise. If you got all of the way to Judges' Houses last time, you'll get to the live shows one way or another this time." I added in the "one way or another" part because I also knew that he wouldn't be going alone.

He smiled at my words, "Thanks...again."




At first, I was a little skeptical of Riley. But based on my own past experiences, I knew to not judge a book by its cover. When she asked me what the year was, I became worried. So, I went out to go check on her, deciding to ask her to coffee to make sure she was telling the truth about being okay.

I had always been the type of person to sometimes over analyze things. And I guess I did that with Riley. As soon as we started talking, I found how charming she was. She was extremely easy to talk to, and I even joked around with her, which was weird for me to do. I just felt like I could've known her for so long already.

And yes, she was attractive, but that's not why I asked if she wanted to talk, I swear! 

She had red hair, yet she didn't have any freckles like many people with red hair did. But maybe she wasn't a natural red head, though it did look natural. Her eyes were hazel, a light golden color mixed with some light brown. They honestly, and not in a cliche way, reminded me of a blazing fire. (Seriously.)

"Have you picked out what song you're going to sing?" she asked after taking a sip of her cappuccino.

"No. I've been thinking about it a lot, but I'm still not really sure."

"You don't even have any ideas?"

I shrugged, "I know I want to sing something that shows my range, that's it."

"I'm sure you'll think of something eventually."

"Well give me some ideas. What kind of music do you like?"

She chewed on her lip as she thought, "I really like Ed Sheeran and Imagine Dragons. Have you heard of them?"

I hadn't ever heard of either of them. Okay, maybe I had heard of Ed Sheeran once because his name sounded familiar, but I doubted that I had ever heard his songs, "No, not really," I replied.

She frowned slightly, taking a look at her phone. After finding what ever she was looking for, she looked torn between telling me something -- I could tell by the way she opened her mouth once or twice, like she was going to say something, but didn't.

"What is it?" I finally asked.

She pursed her lips until she eventually spoke, "Listen to this, it's Imagine Dragons. They're pretty new, so I guess I didn't expect you to really hear about them." She put her phone between us, gesturing for me to lean in so I could hear it better.


"I'm waking up to ash and dust,

I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust,

I'm breathing in the chemicals.


"I'm breaking in, shaping up,

then checking out on the prison bus,

This is it, the apocalypse,



Apparently the song was called "Radioactive." I loved it, but it wasn't the type of song for me to sing on stage unfortunately. I was surprised I hadn't heard of them after that song, they were quite good actually.

When Riley was about to put her phone away, I noticed that I hadn't ever seen that kind before, "What kind of phone do you have?"

He eyes widened slightly, "An iPhone." Was all she said. Well I already knew that, based on the Apple logo on the back. 

I laughed lightly, "Do you know which generation? The screen is so much bigger than the one I have." 

"I don't know," she responded quickly, putting the phone back into her pocket. She smiled warmly when she looked back, "I need to get going actually. I'm supposed to meet up with a friend."

"Oh. Well if you're ever in Wolverhampton, text me and we could hang out."

"Yeah, sounds good! I want to know how your audition goes and everything too."

We swapped numbers, with us getting up and going our separate ways. I turned back as we left, seeing her hair flow behind her as she walked out. There was something honestly very different about her. And I was kind of sad to see her go, knowing that we could possibly be really good friends.



Hiiiii! So here's the new chapter, I hope you like it and such! I really hope more people start reading this story because I have PLENTY of plot twists to come in and I'm realllly excited :) 

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Have an awesome day!!!!

-Gabby xxx

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