Note: I do not own the TD Series or any of its characters. I also don't own a time machine. Darn shame.
"Yo Gwen!" Duncan pulled up outside Ontario High in his swanky new green levitating car. In the year 2112, things weren't as different as most of the future movies portrayed. Though there were a few awesome perks.
"Duncan?" Gwen was sitting on the steps, talking to some guy with an outrageously tall head that Duncan hadn't met nor cared about. She said bye, and hopped in his car.
"Who was that?" Duncan asked, not caring at all. Their mom had been reading a whole bunch of parenting books, and was lecturing them about good communication.
"You don't care." Gwen stuck her nose in a book. Well, not exactly. She stuck her nose in a projector pad. Awesome perks.
"True," Duncan stepped on the gas, and the levitating car sped away. "Check it out! This baby can go all the way up to 300 miles per hour!" He said, going fast enough to get arrested…again.
"I know. You made me sit through that whole lecture thing a few days ago and stole five hours of my day from me." Gwen said, totally uninterested.
"You wanna see?" He asked, smiling from ear to ear.
"Sure, whatever." Gwen said, not paying attention. She realized her mistake too late. "Wait, no!"
"I can't hear you!" Duncan put the pedal to the metal, and they flew along the road at top speed.
"Ah!" Gwen dropped her pad, and held on for dear life.
"Woohoo!" Duncan cried, pumping his fist in the air.
"You psychopath!" Gwen's hair flew out behind her, and her head was tipped precariously backward.
"You know it!" Duncan honked the horn as loud as he could, earning several himself.
"I need an Aspirin." Gwen hopped out of the car as soon as it came to an abrupt halt in their driveway. Yes, driveway. Were you expecting houses to be floating or something? That isn't even convenient!
"You're just jealous!" Duncan honked his horn again, and then sped off.
Gwen rolled her eyes, and walked through the automatic sliding door that was standard in most homes. "Hey honey!" Her mom yelled from the kitchen. Gwen sniffed, and caught a nice scent.
"What's cooking?!" She asked.
"I was thinking spaghetti." Her bottle blonde mom was reading the newspad at the table, while all the food was cooking itself.
"Cool," Gwen shrugged and stepped onto a mini escalator to take her up to the second floor of their three-story house.
"What's up?!" Devin, the youngest of the three of them, with his unruly black hair and skull beanie asked, sliding down the railing.
"You know, you're going to kill yourself doing that one of these days." Gwen asked, as she went past him.
"I'll give you a call from the hospital when I do sis!" Devin reached the bottom, grabbed his green Hoverboard, and glided out the door.
"No boarding in the house!" Her mom yelled.
Gwen rolled her eyes again, and stepped into her room. Again, through the automatic sliding door. Her room was black, with a purple light on the top. There were glow in the dark stars she put up when she was six, and had never gotten around to taking them down. She had a black bunk bed, but nobody slept on bottom. Not anymore.
She grabbed one of her favorite book pads from the messy floor, and clicked it on. "So, I was on chapter seven…?" She asked herself, settling down on the top bunk. She had just found her place, when a huge boom rocked the whole house.
"WHOA! That was like, way bigger than I expected!" Gwen cringed when she heard that voice.
"IZZY!" Gwen yelled out her window.
"Oh, sorry!" Izzy was lying in the middle of the road, with a big char mark next to her.
"What the heck?!" Devin was sprawled on the side, with his knees scraped up, and his board next to him.
"I wanted to see what C02.97865 tasted like!" Izzy said. "Much as I thought…" She added.
"I told you no more huge explosions! Do you want my dad to go off on you?!" DJ ran out of his house, waving his arms frantically.
"Too late…" Devin pointed a shaking finger at the huge mass of darkness that was DJ's father. His name was Jebadius Hatchet, but since he was a lunch man at their school, they usually just called him Chef. And he was also an ex Army Sergeant.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Chef cried, a knife in his hand. He waved it frantically, as if the kids weren't intimidated enough.
"Izzy wanted to see what C02 tasted like!" Gwen cried.
"And it was a lot like I thought it would." Izzy brought Chef up to date.
"I DON'T CARE! YOU KNOW WHAT I DO CARE ABOUT?!" He asked, malice in his voice.
"Oh now you've done it." DJ slapped his forehead.
"I CARE IF MY WIFE GETS HER NAP! AND HOW IS SHE SUPPOSED TO GET HER NAP IF YOU GUYS ARE SETTING OFF EXPLOSIVES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET?!" He cried.
"I know someone I would like to set off explosives on while he was taking a nap…" Devin whispered.
"WHAT WAS THAT MAGGOT?!" Chef cried.
"Um…nothing…um…sir!" Devin jumped up, and put up a salute.
"Pathetic," Gwen said, not even trying to hide her voice.
"Hey guys! What's up?" Duncan drove up in his car, and started levitating next to Devin. First he looked at Chef. Then at the scorch mark. Then at Izzy. "Oh," He said, for once taking his attention off the car.
"What's all the racket out here?!" Gwen's mom walked outside, her newspad in hand.
"Izzy set off a C02 bomb." DJ's mom appeared behind the psycho chef.
"A C what bomb?!" Mr. McLean walked outside of his house next to DJ's, wearing his bright blue robe, with green cream smeared all over his face.
"A C02 bomb. You know, the stuff used in wars?" Harold Petersen walked out of his house, with a fake red lightsaber and cape.
"Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeerd!" Duncan cried.
"Yeah, huh huh, nerd." Devin chuckled.
"Shut up dork." Duncan said.
"Do not mock what you can't understand!" Harold said.
"Guys, let's just calm down!" DJ cried.
"How am I supposed to calm down when that girl keeps setting off explosives every other weekend?! I have a life too! And I don't need it interrupted!" Mr. McLean screamed.
"You should talk Mr. Lather Rinse And Repeat!" Izzy retorted. "I can smell all that product you use from my house!"
"Sociopath!"
"Narcissist!"
Fights were breaking out all over the neighborhood as more and more people began to flood out of their homes.
"Ugh!" Gwen slammed her window shut and tried to get back to her reading. It wasn't five minutes before she was annoyed again, and stuck her head out the window. "SHUT UP! EVRYBODY JUST SHUT UP!" Everyone went silent, Harold dropped his lightsaber, and even Chef dropped his knife. With a clang, Duncan's car hit the ground. "Now, go back inside your houses and BE QUIET!" She slammed her window shut again. Everybody complied, and in 30 seconds tops the neighborhood was silent again. The next day the scorch marks had completely disappeared.
Gwen sighed, and opened up her book pad again. And as soon as she found her place again, the phone next to her bed rang. Gwen clicked the book closed and angrily snatched it off her dresser. "WHAT?!" She cried irritably.
"Is someone in a bad mood?" Trent, Gwen's elementary school crush, asked.
"Sorry," Gwen began radiating red, and had never been more thankful for phones. "Izzy, that crazy girl from school, just set off explosives in the middle of our streets. Don't ask." She sighed.
"Okay, I won't. I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight?" He asked.
"Really?!" Gwen cried.
"Well if you're busy it's fine." Trent said. Gwen heard satisfactory disappointment in his voice.
"I don't have any plans. Sure!" Gwen said.
"Great? How about I pick you up at eight? I was thinking about going to that really nice seafood restaurant on 54th Street." He informed her.
"But that place is so expensive!" Gwen cried. He couldn't like her that much could he?
"My family has a rule how a first date should always be the most memorable." Trent explained.
First date? Gwen thought. The word first usually implied more. "Great! See you at eight!" Gwen hung up, and ran out to the escalator.
"What's going on vampire queen?" Duncan asked, stepping onto the landing.
"Eee!" Gwen ran forward and embraced Duncan in a tight bear hug.
"Hey! I still need my kidneys!" Duncan cried, managing to push Gwen off.
"I just got a date with Trent!" Gwen giggled like an excited preschooler.
"And he's…?" Duncan tried to remember if Gwen had ever mentioned a Trent.
"You know, Trent Swazy?" Gwen asked, trying to jog Duncan's extremely small memory.
"Still doesn't ring a bell." Duncan scratched his awesome Mohawk.
"The guy I've been crushing on since the third grade?" Gwen pried.
"Oh, that Trent Swazy!" Duncan pretended to finally remember who Gwen was talking about.
"You still have no idea who I'm talking about." Gwen said.
"Not a clue." He said.
Gwen sighed. "The guy with the really tall head."
"Oh. He had a really tall head!" Duncan smiled.
"Whatever," Gwen pushed past him and went down to the kitchen.
Duncan went back down and peeked his head into the doorway, so he could see through the glass. He was curious to see if the stuff parents told their kids about first dates was true. He never told his parents when he went out, so he wouldn't know.
"Hey mom, you'll never guess what?!" Gwen ran up to her mother.
"What are we doin'?" Devin walked up to Duncan from the can.
"Shh!" Duncan grabbed Devin and covered his mouth.
"Mmm! Mm! Rrr!" Devin's protest was muffled.
"Gwen finally got a date." Duncan whispered to Devin, and slowly took his hand away from his mouth.
They both looked inside, but to their dismay Gwen was already leaving to who knows where out the other kitchen door.
"Oh, boys! It's good you're here!" Their mom had apparently not noticed them while they were trying to snoop, and called them in.
"Yeah mom?" Devin took a sniff of the spaghetti.
"I have a job for you." She said.
"What kind of job?" Duncan grabbed a spoon and started to take a few noodles to his mouth.
His mom slapped his hand away. "I need you to spy on Gwen on her date." She said.
"Wasn't expecting that." Devin said.
"Here's forty dollars to at least buy something to eat while you're there." She pushed the bills into Duncan's hands.
"Nice!" Duncan said. "Devin, we're going out tonight!" They both smiled evilly.