Fated (Sequel to Timeless)

Logan and I were both grounded. Duh.

He spent the night, and we stayed up until 2 a.m. trying to figure out ways to entertain ourselves while being confined to our respective dwellings. In other words, we were gonna be bored out of our minds for a month straight.

I awoke the next morning with a sore mouth. I ran my tongue over my gums in confusion. Something didn't feel right. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom, examining myself in the mirror. I opened my mouth widely and stuck out my tongue. What I saw just about made me pass out. I let out a mix between a strangled choke and a pterodactyl screech.

Logan was up in an instant, rushing groggily into the bathroom.

"Dude, what the heck? It's Saturday and freaking six in the mor- WHAT THE ACTUAL CRAP IS UP WITH YOUR MOUTH???"

My friend's eyes widened and he took a step back.

I stared in horror at my now razor-sharp teeth and long, striped tongue.

"MY THUNG ITH FOOKED, LOGAN!" I wailed, trying to talk around it or something.

"Dude, no need to swear."

I rolled my eyes, sticking my tongue back inside my mouth awkwardly. "Forked, Logan. My tongue is forked, Logan!" I said loudly, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him a bit.

He held up his hands. "Woah, dude, chill. We'll figure this out. No need to get all worked up."

I swear I thought I was gonna punch him.

Instead, I let him go and sat in the floor, my hands taking through my longer top locks. I let out a confused, frustrated breath.

"Um, yeah, so, I dunno if this is a good time or not but.... I don't remember us dying your hair last night."

I squinted upset him. "The heck are you talking about?"

"Uh, your tips. They're green."

My eyes widened as I bolted up on my feet and turned, once again, to face the mirror. My hair's roots were their natural chestnut color, but the tips were a bright, radioactive green. My eyes widened even more.

"Dude, I swear it wasn't like that just a minute ago when I was looking at my mouth."

"You think Meghan poisoned you or something?" he asked me.

"Um, no."

"Then what the heck is wrong with you?"

"I don't know!"

We both stood in silence for a minute. That's when we heard footsteps coming down the hall and into my room. Logan and I shared an uneasy glance.

There was a light knock before my mom poked her head through the door. "Boys? Are you up?"

Logan and I slowly stepped out of the bathroom.

"Oh, there you two are. I didn't expect you guys to be up so early, but I've got a little while before I have to go in to work, so do you want me to fix you two some breakfast?" I saw as her gaze slowly made its way up to the tips of my hair. Her eyes widened. "Ean, what did you do to your hair??"

"Nothing, Mom, I swear! I woke up and one minute, I was fine. The next, this!!"

My mother rushed over to me, grabbing my face and prying my jaws apart, her eyes still wide and full of what looked to be uneasiness or uncertainty. Maybe a little of both.

"Your... your teeth, and your tongue," she said, finally letting me go.

"I know, Mom. I... I don't know why all of this is happening. I-"