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AU where Tango is a 13 year old who wished to just “skip over the gross bits of puberty and wake me up when I’m in college please” and actually got that to come true. Like 13 going on 30, but less dramatic. 

This means he wakes up and it is August 1st 2015. He’s going away to school in a week or so. To play hockey. To Tango, it was the day after picture day in 7th grade. (September 2010???) Imagine all the things that have changed since then. 

So he’s not dumb when he asks all the questions, he’s just trying to catch up really really really fast. 

OH MY GOD I LOVE IT

But does he want to switch back to his seventh grade life?? Will he feel left out when everyone else is talking about their weird high school teachers? What about calc/stats/finite/whatever math class that’s way beyond prealgebra? Does he miss his middle school friends? How excited is he to have a smartphone instead of a flip phone?

^^ easy there, tango 2.0

there’s a reason he was my icon before I made this one

All in all Tango is pretty chill with it. As chill as he can be. He learned from various sources that he hasn’t spoken to 90% of his friends since he started high school. And those that didn’t are going to other colleges. 

Tango has always been smart with math, he’d been pretty ahead of the game and got all the way to stats in 7th grade. The rest was easy to catch up with enough tutors. (Seriously, he’s a student athlete, there will be a fuckton of resources to help him succeed in whatever class he needs)

When people brought up weird high school teachers, he’d just bring up weird middle school teachers and say they were his high school teacher. 

As for smartphones, he’d seen enough of them. It was 2010, the iphone was already on it’s 3GS. He hadn’t had a phone of his own, but he knew that they were on the up and up. 

Things that DID surprise Tango was during their third game, one of the opposing hockey members came up to him and got all buddy buddy with him. It turns out they were good friends all throughout High School, but were scouted to different teams. 
“Samwell must have you working pretty hard if you didn’t have time to shoot me a text”
“Yeah. Well…you know how it is”
It is weird to drift away from people that you never knew. 

It was harder to adjust to seeing his then 7 year old little brother be the same age that Tango was supposed to be. It seemed like just a couple of months ago Tango was the one worrying about zits and romance and locker combinations. He always thought that by this point in life, he’d be able to help his brother out. Nope. Now they’re both just kinda lost and doing their own thing.

But a great thing was that it was really easy to bond with Whiskey. He was able to put up with all the questions, and the plethora of movies he had to catch up with, and pop culture references.
(”Whiskey if I send an Old Spice meme in the group chat, will they get it?”
“More than the sad keanu you sent last week”)

And he doesn’t seem to make a big deal of it when he makes mistakes. Once Whiskey asked him how old he’ll be on his next birthday and he said “14″ without missing a beat. Instead of any chirps, he just said “You mean 19 right?”

“Yeah”

If he had to tell anyone about what happened, he’d tell Whiskey. But he doesn’t.