FRIDAY, OCTOBER 17th 1987
kennedy's point of view
running in heels should be considered an extreme sport. each step i took i was praying i didn't twist my ankle as i ran down the sidewalk.
five days ago, jason invited me to costume party a lot of celebrities are going to. my best option to not be recognized tonight was to wear a masquerade mask. yes, it only covered my around my eyes, but i still wanted to look good. a scary mask definitely would not do.
i promised modern time jason, corey, and jake that i wouldn't use the portal until nighttime. that way they're most likely already asleep and they won't just pass out in any public places.
it was approximately 11:42 pm and i was finally nearing the building the party is at. i had to run the rest of the way here after hitchhiking half of the way with a stranger.
my feet were killing me and my friends are definitely waiting on me.
corey haim's point of view
"where the hell is she?" i asked as feldman, jason and i stood by the front doors.
"that girl is never on time, it shouldn't be a surprise." corey said, shifting his wait from one leg to the other.
"she'll be here." jason said. his eyes were locked on watching the doors. we were standing off to the side against the wall as people in costumes walked by us every few seconds.
the muffled music was seeping down into my ears as it played from the floor above us.
"do you think she's okay?" i nervously asked, playing with the cuffed sleeves of my jacket.
"she's probably fin-"
"she's here." jason interrupted corey and both of our heads spun around to see kennedy opening the glass door.
she looked frustrated and cold.
we followed jason to meet her halfway.
"jesus, what took you so long?" feldman questioned her.
kennedy's shoulders raised and then dropped as she let out a breath.
"i mean, we got stuck in traffic for 20 minutes but-"
"oh you got stuck in traffic for 20 minutes?" she sassily remarked, "try using a portal that only takes you to the same spot on santa monica boulevard and having to go from there every time!" she complained, clearly out of breath.
"did you walk here?" jason curiously asked, placing his hand on her shoulder.
"ran!" she exclaimed, "i ran."
"the whole way?" i asked, eyes almost popping out of my head.
"no, some guy gave me a ride and dropped me off like 10 blocks away." she answered, shrugging her shoulders.
"you got in the car with some random guy?" jason quickly asked.
"what's the worst that could've happened?" she asked, pulling the sleeves of her leather jacket over her entire hands.
"raped, drugged, kidnapped, killed?" feldman listed them off.
"oooh, kidnapped would've been a new one for me." she sarcastically responded. i don't think i'll ever get over this girls sense of humor. self-deprecating jokes and constantly acting unbothered when she really is, would describe her perfectly. all until the pain she holds inside her builds up to the point she breaks.
that is something that wouldn't be good ... based off of last time it happened.
we were all just staring at her, not knowing what to say.
"i heard there's a party so let's go, shall we?" she broke the silence, walking to the spiral staircase behind us.
"there's an elevator right here!" i called out to her as she began to walk off.
"fuck your elevator!" i got in response.
i looked at jason with furrowed eyebrows. he shook his head, "don't ask."
kennedy's point of view
jason handed me my drink as he held his in his hand.
i leaned one of my elbows on the bar as i took a sip.
"so what are you supposed to be, baby girl?" his voice made my heart melt and butterflies erupted in my stomach.
his eyes were scanning up and down my body. i looked down at my all black outfit. heels, jeans, a tiny tank top and my oversized leather jacket.
"i- i don't really know." i truthfully said, "i just put this mask on hoping it would do something for me, i guess."
jason smiled at me, "i like it."
"what're you supposed to be?" i asked, admiring the smeared fake blood beside his bottom lip.
"i don't know either. i just think the fake blood makes me look cool." he chuckled to himself.
it did make him look tough. he looked really good tonight.
"wanna go take a seat somewhere?" he asked me and i nodded my head.
he grabbed my hand, leading me through all the people partying. in the back of the room were booths to sit at.
we were on the upper level that was pretty much just a circled balcony above the dance floor below. you could look over the railing and see everyone dancing down below. there was a live band playing and it was much brighter down there. up here, it was practically in the dark.
i slid into a round booth next to jason, placing my drink on the table.
"thank you for not forcing me on stage to sing like the first party we went to together." i laughed, looking across towards the railing. i could see the top of the band's heads.
"well, the night isn't over yet." jason teased, "so tell me more about this movie you got!"
i sighed, thinking about my movie with zac efron, "it's a netflix movie about ted bundy and his girlfriend he was with during all the murders."
"that's so sick! explain to me what netflix is again."
i giggled, "it's a streaming service. you can watch shows and movies on there at any time instead of tv."
"when does that come out, because that sounds amazing."
"i really don't know, maybe early 2000s." i tried to think of when i started hearing about netflix.
"damnit!" jason exclaimed.
"yeah, you've got awhile to go." i sarcastically said.
we laughed for a good few seconds and then he placed his hand on my thigh, "in all seriousness, i think that's amazing for you."
"really?" i raised an eyebrow.
"yeah! you weren't an actress or anything before your accident and time travel, and now you're getting offered movie deals because of things you did here! that's amazing, ken."
"thank you." i mumbled quietly with a small smile, "it's just ..." i looked for the right words to describe how i was feeling, "with license to drive and everything that happened, it makes me nervous to be in the industry again."
jason nodded his head, "i understand that. i think that's completely normal. but i also think this time around will be better. it's not gonna repeat itself."
i shrugged and placed my lips around the straw of my drink. i could see jason watching me as i did so.
"you know ... you don't have to always act so tough."
i pulled away from my drink and leaned back against the booth.
"things hurt you, i know they do. and i just want you to know that it's okay to show that." his voice was low but i could still hear it perfectly over the music.
"i never show it." i looked him in the eyes, "if i do, then it becomes real. and i like to keep things inside so they don't erupt."
"well, i've seen those things erupt before." he readjusted in his seat, "you were in west hollywood, the most date rape area and you were high as a fucking kite."
i thought back to that night where he found me at the bar and then took me back to his apartment. i couldn't remember much of it honestly.
"you blacked out the night i walked on to set of license to drive and beat the fuck out of greg. you could've died, kennedy."
"what're you getting at, jason?"
"i don't want to see you like that again. ever. so don't let the things you bury inside of you erupt. because they almost kill you."
i looked ahead at the scene in front of me. i could feel my jaw clenching as i watched the countless amount of people having a good time with no worries.
i looked over at jason again, "there's some things you still don't know about me."
he titled his head a little bit in curiosity.
"and when i decide to tell you, i think you'll understand why i am the way i am a bit better."