When Cheryl had understood the comet was going to crash on the Earth, she thought they would all die. What was her surprise when she woke up in another timeline where none of her friends seemed to remember her...even you had forgotten.

Cheryl rubs her eyes. It has been weeks now since she understood she was somehow in 1955. With a twin that was alive, yes, but Jason wasn't Jason anymore but Julian, and he was the worst. Well, everyone kinda was. Behaving like a girl. Using the whites' changing rooms and not the colored people's ones. Behaving straight. She has slowly understood how to survive here. Until she met you once again, the girl who would haunt her dreams in every timeline.

Cheryl shakes her head, grabbing her books and hurrying to school, trying not to fall in the 50's heels she had bought. Her throat dries as she sees you from afar. You were different from the previous timeline. Your once pink hair was brown, and you went from listening and understanding to activist and confident rebel, one of the few of your time openly lesbian and fighting for blacks rights. Some things stayed the same, though. You were still wearing your leather jacket, and even if your style matched the 50's, you had the same voice as before.

Cheryl hesitates before stopping in front of you, in the middle of the hallway, looking at you degrading the "colored people only" sign above the toilets' door. Why were you so hot even doing something like that ? She bites her tongue to not smile at you. Even here, even now, you were the same, defending the rights of everyone. That sight made her heart jump, and she had to hold herself not to jump on you and grab your hands, hold you in her arms. But it wasn't possible here.

Toni, why you- Cheryl bites her tongue. She had almost forgotten how to talk like a rich 1955's girl. Shall you not be in class ?