It was two in the morning and I was still packing my stuff. I was finally moving out of my parents house. After years of saving up money to buy my own house, I finally did it, of course not by myself, my girlfriend Scarlett was going to help me pay the other half. We were together for almost six years and recently got engaged, so nothing more fair than get a house together and start our recently married life. I was gathering some of my old videogames to put them in a box when parents appeared in my room.
"I can't believe you're leaving us, Jer."
"Oh, come on, Lauren. Jeremy is almost 30, it was damn time he moved out!" My father said jokinly.
"I know you're gonna miss me the most, dad. You can't leave without me!" I said jonkinly too and we all laughed.
"No, seriously, I'm gonna miss you, son." He came closer to me and gave me a hug.
"Dad... it's not like I'm moving to another country. I'm still gonna be here, just down the street."
It was lucky for me and Scarlett to find a house on the neighbourhood we both grew up on, close to both of our parents. Of course we didn't have the best memories from there but it was still the place we were comfortable on: we knew all the neighbours, it was a safe neighbourhood, there was a pizza place just a couple of blocks away, it was perfect! I mean, I guess deep inside I wanted to go to a brand new place and meet some new people and all the process of getting used to a new place but why would I do that if I had the easiest way just a few houses away?
"We're gonna go to sleep now. You should too, you can finish packing up tomorrow. It's late, Jer." My mom said and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah, I'm gonna go soon. Sleep well you two." I closed my door and finished packing up the old videogames. I closed the box with a tape and put it together with the other boxes, finished for the day.
I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and do other necessities when I saw myself in the mirror. That damn mirror, I was had some kind of bond with it - I know, weird, I had a bond with a mirror but... it was something. For some reason everytime I looked at myself through it I knew that I was capable of doing anything. Looking myself through that mirror was how I managed to ask the "most popular girl" out and after six years asking her to marry me. It was there for a long time and I knew I would have to take it to my new house.
I decided to pack it that night since the next day would be a messy day and I'd be taking the risk of breaking it. As soon as I took it out of the mirror it felt heavy, way more heavy than it should be and then suddenly, a person fell out of it.
"What the f-" I started screaming but stopped myself. Still holding the mirror, I looked to the person laying on the ground rubbing his arm. It was me. The guy that just fell from the mirror was myself but with some awful old lines and white hair.
"Don't scream!" He said while he got himself out of the floor. He got the mirror out of my hands and walked to my room, putting it on my bed. I was still completely still on the bathroom, with the most terrorized face ever. "Look, I know this is going to sound completely crazy but... I'm you, from the future. Meaning you're me from the past."
"But... how... when..." Was all I managed to say. All that scene that had just happened in front of me was the most bizarre thing that had ever happened to me.
"I'm you, from the future." He repeated but way slower.
"I got that part!" I yelled.
"Shhh, don't yell! Mom and dad are sleeping." The old me whispered and I frowned even harder - if possible.
"No, do not refer to them as if they're your parents too. You're... you're not-"
"Yes, Jeremy. I am you. Believe me. I can prove it." He interrupted me.
"How exactly?" I crossed my arms.
"Remember when we were younger and we were at that playground at school? We were, I don't know... around seven years old?"
"Don't say we, there's no we." I said and stormed out of the room. It was all too much for me.
"We were alone at the treehouse and at that time we had this obsession for Beyonce and we just loved that song... what was it called?" He followed me put a hand to his chin as if he was thinking. "Oh yeah, Single Ladies. We even memorized the choreography from the videoclip." I knew exactly what he was talking about, but I let him continue. "So we decided 'why not dance right now? There's no one around and we're bored" so we started dancing and singing and suddenly when you turned to dance that part of the ring, we saw that Jessica Something was watching us. And you remember how you had this biggest crush on her? And all we managed to say was 'Please don't tell anyone?'" I started chuckling. It was really a fun time. "We also have this scar on our buttcheek, from that time we fell from the bicycle." No one but myself, my parents and Scarlett knew of that scar.
"Okay." I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. "Let's say I believe in you, hipothetically. What the hell are you doing here?"
"That was my next subject." He sighed and sat on my bed. "You can't move out." I frowned, clearly that was a joke.
"Alright, you're kidding me. I bet mom did this." I said and started laughing. "Alright mom, dad, you can come out now! Nice job though, finding out someone who looks exactly like me, that must have been hard!" I started screaming.
"Shut up!" The guy whisper-yelled at me.
"No, seriously, that was an awesome performance." I said while I opened my bedroom door, indicating for him to leave. He got up from the bed and closed the door.
"You can't move out of the house OR marry Scarlett." He turned to face me.
"Why the hell wouldn't I marry Scarlett?" I frowned for the thousandth time that night.
"It's... too complicated. I don't have time to explain. Just don't do it. Stay here."
"Oh, okay. You come out of a mirror, say you're me from the future, tell me not to marry my girlfriend from some reason and expect me to believe it all. Just like that." I was raising my voice again. "That