"No way, Hego!" stated the purple haired young man. "I already have plans for today."
"Going to the beach to ogle girls is not becoming of a superhero, Mego," chastised the older brother.
"I don't ogle," Mego defended. "You may like being married to your job, but I'd prefer to find a nice girl."
"If you want a nice girl, you should go to a church not a beach."
"I do, but the beach has a wider selection," Mego said with a shrug.
"It's only four hours out of your day," Hego contended. "You can hit the beach after we help the freshman move in. Helping Go City College with Freshman Move-In Day is a great way to give back, plus you'll make a bunch of new friends."
"This is going to be my senior year. I've made enough friends the past two years of doing this. I don't need any more. Besides, why can't I wait till after I graduate to start giving back?"
"You can never have too many friends, little brother," Hego pointed out and Mego rolled his eyes. "Nor is it ever to early to start giving back. GCC is giving you an expensive education for free. The least you can do is pitch in once a year as a way of saying 'Thank you.'"
"Hego, We have this same argument every year," Mego sighed, "and every year you manage to annoy me into helping out with this stupid move in junk. Not this year, though." He crossed his arms defiantly. "There's nothing you can say to make me change my mind."
"I'll let you help out at the freshman girls' dorm."
"Now you're speaking my language," Mego responded. "When do we leave?"
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"Okay, Kimmy-cub, looks like we're finally here," James Possible informed his eighteen year old, redheaded daughter as he pulled into the parking spot he had been directed to a minute ago. The middle-aged rocket scientist turned off the ignition and the both of them stepped out of the car.
A young woman in her mid-twenties approached them. She had a clipboard in her hand, and a huge smile on her face. "Welcome to Go City College," she said cheerfully. "I'm Stacie and I'll be checking you in." It's obvious she was a very happy go lucky people person. "What's your last name?"
"Uh, Possible," he told her.
Stacie scanned the sheet on her clipboard until she found what she was looking for. "Ah yes," she said and tapped her finger on the name. "Kimberly Possible. You'll be staying in room 202. Your roommate Bonnie hasn't gotten here yet, so you'll get to pick which side you want first."
"Bonnie?!" Kim exclaimed, her eyes wide with dread.
"Do you know her?"
"Um, yeah," Kim answered. "We went to school together, but I didn't know she was going to college, let alone this one. Now she's my roommate? Majorly weird."
"Why don't I go ahead and show you wonderful folks where you're room is?" Stacie asked, in order to keep the check-in process moving along.
"Actually, would you show me where the bathroom is?" Kim responded. "We've been in the car for a while, and well, you know…"
"I know what you mean," Stacie laughed. She turned and looked at Mr. Possible. "Someone should be by soon to help you take stuff up to her room, sir." With a smile, she took Kim's hand and said, "Let me show you to the bathroom, honey."
After they had left, Mr. Possible ducked back into the car to pop the trunk. Almost immediately he was greeted by a smiling senior. The boy's unexpected hello made Kim's dad jump and hit his head on the roof.
"Sorry about that, sir," the young man said and extended his hand. "The name is Brad. You need some help?"
Mr. Possible rubbed the back of his head with his left hand and shook the boy's hand with his right. "Oh, only all I can get. My little Kimmy has a lot of stuff."
"Don't all women?" Brad joked.
"Wait'll you're married," Mr. Possible replied with a chuckle. He lifted the trunk lid. "We're going to room 202."
"The second floor. At least it's not the fourth floor." Brad picked up a box. "Just follow me." Mr. Possible grabbed a suitcase and started to follow him. "Room 202," Brad told a passing male student. Mr. Possible didn't notice as he was too busy trying to keep his balance under the heavy load.
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Kim returned to the car to find someone in camouflage shorts leaning into the trunk. He was trying to work a stuck box loose. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, she noticed his skin tone. "Mego?" she asked, shocked.
Mego closed his eyes and frowned. Please don't let that be who it sounds like, he thought. He stood up and turned around to face the girl who called his name. "Kim!" he said with a forced smile. This day is officially in the toilet. "How the heck have you been?"