Okay, so this is gonna be a fanfic that'll turn into a fanventure when I start spriting...

Yeah. I haven't done that yet, but will soon. I promise you that.

The low down for this is that for every chapter I post, I'll do a different POV or introduce another character. R&R

(No one's POV)

You look at the newspaper stand, then to your watch. Although you're positive your watch recorded all the time you were away, the newspaper, which seems very recent, says it is Saturday April 13th, 2013. You glance at your watch one more time to think of why it says that is May 7th, 2016 and the newspaper is calling bluff. You turn around a bit to look at your friends and decide to tell them what you found out. You stare at them for a while. Everyone is silent for a moment. You take in that, although they look like the same "goof-balls" you first saw in the medium, they aged and matured so much. You smile as your phone vibrates, meaning only one thing.

You tap your phone to answer him.

IC: iT waS onlY onE daY
KS: I KnoW
KS: I AlreadY TolD EveryonE
IC: everyonE
KS: EveryonE Here
IC: oH
IC: gottA gO
IC: kerM iS freakiN ouT
IC: agaiN
KS: TelL HiM I WilL VisiT Him
KS: AnD YoU

(Kala's POV) (Earlier)

I scribbled down the last words as the bell rang. I slammed my almost eye-damaging neon yellow composition book and shoved it into my backpack. I nearly fell out of my chair as I tried to grab my pen that rolled away. I snagged it and put it into my backpack before I closed it. I slung it over one of my shoulders as I tried to catch up with my friend. As I rounded a corner, I closed my eyes and mentally face-palmed-she had lab that day-so she wouldn't be in these halls. It was a mistake on my part because I ran right into the guy who always smiled my way when he saw me. When I fully comprehended the situation, I grabbed his outstretched hand. He pulled me to my feet and I muttered a quick "Sorry" before I took off again. I faced the fact that he would be a great addition to the group of players that me and two of my friends were making. I shook my head and smiled as I realized that Samm was in my seat.

"Samm. Hey, Samm," I said as approached my desk.

"Kala, what do you want?" he asked, smiling like a fox.

"I want my seat back, for one thing. And second, I want Nick to join our group."

"Nick? Which one?"

"You know. I was begging you for his number a while back," I said as I slid on my desktop.

"Oh! That one! So?"

"So what?"

"So why do you want Nick to join?"

"I thought since we only had three players and we know him, he could be our fourth and final player." I smiled a bit, but not too much.

"I thought you said 'awesome edition' of the game didn't have player guidelines." He took the desk behind mine and I slid into my chair.

"There isn't as far as what the game designers say, but..."

"But what? That proves we don't need a fourth player."

"But it's highly recommended."

"You can't tell me the freaking edition of this game, but you can tell me anything the designers indeed to happen?"

"Yes," I beamed a large smile.

"You're such an idiot sometimes."

"Aw. You love me," I giggled. He reached out and touched my hand. It twitched a bit under the coolness of his hand.

"Dude, you have been my best friend since we were like two. You're a sister to me." There was an understood silence between us.

I smiled, "Do you think you'll like the game?"

"If I don't die within the first ten minutes, I think I'll like it." The bell rang and Samm walked over to his desk on the other side of the class. The period went like usual did as did my other classes. I was glad to walk out of the school and into the weekend. The slightly crisp Maine air was a nice way of beginning the weekend I would stay in my house for hours on the computer.

I turned and saw Nick. "Nick. Hey, Nick," I waved at him to come closer. I knew I could text him, but I thought conversation would be better.

"Yeah?" He asked as he approached. "It's Kala, right?"

"Yeah. I was just wondering if you wanted to join this game I got. We got three players and thought a fourth would round it out nice," I explained.

"Oh. Yeah, sure. I'll play with you," he blushed slightly. "What is it, anyway?"

"Dang it. I can't remember. Give me a sec. I have it written down," I said as I pulled my composition book out.

"That's really bright, huh?" he joked. I giggled as I flipped through the hand-written stories and doodles. I finally found the page about the game we were about to play.

"It says it's a beta edition, has no real guidelines or rules. Only suggestions. Um..." I said as I scanned the page. I flipped it over. "The designers say you can literally build anything you want, or need." I glanced up to see Nick's slightly worried look. "I don't know what that's about." I sighed as I remembered that a different notebook had the official title.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I totally forgot the notebook with the title at my house. I'm so sorry," I apologized.

"It's okay. You can text me or pester me. You have my handle, right?" Nick pointed at me. I nodded, silently reciting the memorized chumhandle. "Then, you can tell me later." He turned away a bit to walk the way he was going before I stopped him.

"I can tell you it's really under-the-table, if you know what I mean," I motioned sliding something under a table of some sort. He turned back.

"I gotcha. Don't tell anyone. Hey, who's gonna be in our little party?"

"Um, okay. So there's you and me. There's Samm and Jojo, too."

"Samm Russel?"

"Yeah. And Joan Talton," I said, thinking of Nick's last name.

"Isn't she the girl that's two grades above us, but is our age?" I nodded. "Okay, well, since the buses are leaving soon, I guess I'll text you later."

"Oh," I said as I remembered something. "The title is SBurb."

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