the year is 1985. you’re happily in a relationship with your boyfriend conan gray, and you two are helping his friend doc build a time machine. you both thought he was kind of insane to try, but.. you’re good friends.

after a little while of helping, conan wipes his face and looks over at you.

“hey, angel. me and doc’re gonna go get some more parts for.. whatever the hell this is.”

he scoffs and gestures to the time machine. he gives you a kiss and heads out.

you continue to work on the machine, until boom. you touch a part and it transports you back to the year 1982- the year you and conan hated each other.

you wake up on a park bench, your eyes widening. you look down at yourself- and you’re you at 13 years old.

past-conan is standing in front of you. he scoffs and hits pause on his walkman.

“damn. i was hoping you died.”

he grumbles. god, this was insane.