"Why are you in my body, you douchebag?!" Johnny roughly hoisted me up by the collar of my shirt – his shirt, he took a quick glimpse at it and grew even more infuriated. I started to sweat as I fumbled with my words. "I-I can explain-" "And you're in my damn shirt! Who the hell are you?!"
Johnny was way more aggressive than I had thought. I wondered why the others never questioned how he became so calm and collected all of a sudden. Johnny kept yelling at me, his grip on the shirt tightened every time he raised his voice. I had promptly skimmed the room to realize this was a dream; the clock on the wall across me was frozen in time; every single one of the clocks had stopped working.
Johnny's non-stop barking was starting to get on my nerves. It was somewhat weird to see the face that I had grown used to in the mirror right in front of me, outraged and nostrils flared.
"Ethan's going to die soon!" I cried out in an attempt for him to cease. At that, he halted, flabbergasted. "What did you say?" "I'm here to save Ethan, Johnny!" I added, voice wavered in the slightest as I scanned his face.
He had calmed down and released his grip on the shirt that I was wearing. After some time, he solemnly took a seat on the bed and pondered over what I had blurted out. I slowly sat up from my laying position and eyed him cautiously. All of a sudden, he looked at me straight in the eyes with furrowed eyebrows.
"What…what do you mean Ethan's going to die?"
"So, you're Ethan? From another dimension?" Johnny sat across me as he tried to grasp the situation. For the last thirty minutes, I had tried to explain what happened as calmly as I could, afraid to trigger his anger again.
"Close, I was Ethan but I was killed and some woman I met on a strange train ride sent me back in time to find my murderer and save myself-if I can," I corrected him. He nodded to my words. His thumb subconsciously grazed his chin as he furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "If you're Ethan," he then sat up straight and stared at me with an unreadable expression on his face, I was intimidated.
"…why don't you talk like him?"
"P-pardon?" I was baffled. He had paid close attention to the way I spoke?
"In my three years' worth of friendship with Ethan," Johnny's eyes never left my face, even as he crossed his legs and slouched.
"I had never heard him use the word 'woman' ever," he reasoned, unconvinced. "Much less 'some' woman," he added as if his first statement was not alarming enough. I fidgeted nervously at that. Why am I even nervous? I am no doubt, Ethan! "He had always referred the opposite gender as 'lady',"
"Oh," I let out a short laugh. "I lost my memory-?" "You laugh like Ethan though," Johnny shrugged and moved to lay comfortably on the mattress.
That was a save.
"Wait," he sat back up. "You lost your memories?" I nodded and sighed glumly. "Oh…so, you don't remember who we all are?" he asked with a deep frown. "I met all of you in the carnival and had a feeling we were friends, so I just went with it. But to put it simply, I don't," he nodded dejectedly and gazed down, tracing random patterns on the bedsheets as he thought.
"Do the others know?"
"That you're Ethan…in Johnny's body," he fell back down on the pillows with a soft thud as he stared at me.
"Well, I don't know how to break the news since…Ethan is still technically alive, they'll probably think I'm pulling a prank on them. But I'll figure something out. I'd have to tell them sooner or later," Johnny simply hummed and turned his head to stare at the matte black ceiling with his arms behind his head.
Suddenly, he smacked me firmly on my arm. "Ow, what the heck?!" I frowned at him and rubbed the wounded spot to ease the pain. "Why'd you choose my body to save yourself, you fool!? You would've known I'd be the best person to help you with your task!" Johnny scowled at me and I cracked up. "Like I had a choice! And what makes you the best?" I challenged him, genuinely curious.
"I have the best body out of all of you weaklings," Johnny smirked and propped himself up with his elbows. I gave him an unimpressed look. "You would know that though, have you not looked in the mirror ever since you transmigrated into my body?" he rolled his eyes and stood up from the bed. He strolled around his room, nonchalantly rearranging the items on his desk and shelves.
"I have," I laid back down on the bed with a smug grin smeared across my face.
"Just not impressed."
"Why you little-" I squawked when Johnny abruptly threw himself on top of me and tickled my sides. "S-stop!" I laughed uncontrollably and squirmed to flee his attacks. "I know all your weak spots, ya' know!" he laughed cunningly. "I'm older than you!" I tried to make him stop, tears starting to form in my eyes.
"Johnny, I have a question…" I stared at the ceiling in deep thought, said male beside me in the same position. "Hm?"
"Ethel," immediately, Johnny let out an exasperated groan and sat up, bringing his knees to his chest. "You met him?" he ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "Yeah, we're actually doing a project together-" "What?! Hell no, don't ever invite him to my house! If even a molecule of Ethel gets into my room, I'll-" Johnny warned and I raised my hands instantly, stifling a laugh at his rant.
"I won't! Don't worry, but Ethan – well the alive Ethan told me that you used to…bully him?" he looked away and sighed softly, elbows rested on his knees.
"Is it because of the secret Dylan told you?" Johnny tensed up and whipped his head in my direction. "Who told you that?" he looked bewildered and on edge. "We got into an argument earlier and he said something about it," I said, confused as to why it got such a reaction out of him. "He didn't tell me what it was though, he'd assumed I know. I'm in your body after all,"
Johnny sighed in relief at that. "Can you tell me what it is?" I tried, in hopes that he would. "I can't Ethan," he had a conflicted look on his face. "I'm not supposed to."
"Am I not to know what it is?" Johnny sighed and left the bed to adjust some books on his cabinet across. "Dylan will have to tell you himself, I'm in no place to do so," I rubbed my nape in slight disappointment and nodded.
"Oh, Dylan also said something about the look you gave him," Johnny turned around with furrowed eyebrows, it looked like it wasn't from what I had said. "when he told you the secret-" he swiftly held up a finger and tilted his head to the side, seemingly concentrated on something else.
"You need to wake up, Ethan." he suddenly turned to me with an uneasy look on his face. "What? What's the matter-"
"Wake up!" my eyes snapped open to meet Silas' anxious face. From the corner of my eyes, I saw another silhouette who stood silently at the side of the bed. I turned to see Nick, who looked just as concerned as Silas. Why were the brothers in my room?
"Wh-what's going on?" I was starting to grow worried as I moved to sit up straight on the bed.
"It's about Dylan."
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