i promise to try and leave A/Ns wunce in a while.

my..*counts* fourth Metajets Fanfic.

may it live long and last forever.

also, in case some of those Rule-book abiding people comment, i do not own metajets. The Cookie Jar and sunwoo do. kay? KAPISH???

additionally, a very interesting plot, if i may say so myself. thought it up and worked it out last night right before went

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"A time machine?" I snorted. Seriously, who thinks of that? Even those StarGeeks and Hippie Potters from the 1990s would scoff. And that's like, seventy sears ago.

So how exactly, in the world, could the chairman of the ARC and the like, boss guy of the Metajets be so uncool and actually MENTION it?

Come to think of it, that guy wear mismatched socks has Barney boxer shorts, and Pluto dog house slippers.

Also, come to think of it, that guy is MY Dad and therefore I am in constant danger of, well, 2020s-ism. And also parent Unawareness.

By this time, You might be wondering, actually, Who Are You? And if placed from my perspective, Who Am I?

I read lots of books like this, how they're not journals or diaries but actually seem to come from the subject's mind, like they're mentally talking to themselves. You're wrong if you think that. The thoughts just race in and out, and just imagine it as if you were sitting in a big cozy armchair right behind my eyes with access to my thoughts. Also, imagine sipping a cup of hot chocolate with TEN, not five, white floating mini marshmallows on top. That usually helps envisioning.

Okay, so enough with the yammering. As I was saying, My Dad had just presented the idea of a time machine to us and I was inclined to be skeptical (so were the others) and now he was saying that he wanted to test it on us?

"No," I said, standing up. "Because if there was, we'd all say yes. But since the very idea is stupid –" here Dad looked sort of, I dunno, hurt? " – I'm afraid we can't. sorry. Hey, should we eat Chinese tonight?" and Dad just LOOKED at me and then I knew. He believed there was a time thingy and intended to make it a rotten experience for us, if achievable. I jut shook my head, pulled the guys after me, and stuffed myself full of shrimp dumplings and noodles.

***

I was ogling at Maggie, who was slurping up noodles like a Bavarian Countess who somehow landed in China (For your information, the language among most males these days is very, well, um, confusing. So for further questions, A Bavarian Countess refers to someone who is hot. And pretty. And smart. And someone, who, in your opinion, would be excellent girlfriend material) when Zack poked me and I almost went snorkelling in my half-empty (okay, lets be optimistic, Half-full) bowl of soup, minus the noodles.

"What?" I hissed, partly annoyed that my scenic viewing had been interrupted.

"She was just about to turn and catch you staring! Liza the pizza girl was yelling at her from across the room! I cannot believe you zoned out and almost blew it! You owe me some, man." Zak said in a whisper.
I was horrified. "I owe ya more than some, my dude. I owe you a LOT."

"That's right," said Trey, who had overheard. "Creeping out a girl isn't going to land her in your arms."

I was starting to snarl at him when Maggie sat down beside me, threw an arm around my chair, and asked, "Why all the whispering, men? You talking about Annie again? She left months ago."

At this, every male in the table felt their pants lift and their faces flush red. Annie was a pilot who had been, uh, well, let's just say dismissed from the ARC for being overly…determined…and being, uh, a very avid shopper at the lingerie department of the Soaring Heights mall. She had put on an unexpected number in the trophy awarding of the year…and well, to put it bluntly, the board felt that the Vegas-originated pilot was just too skanky for the ARC to handle.

Maggie rolled her eyes at us and said, "Well, the biggest joy I get out of life is being able to embarrass you kids," and then she got up and went to Liza, who had been screaming her name for five minutes flat and had a hoarse voice because of it.