A/N: Hey guys! I've had this account for, like… ever, and I haven't posted anything. I found this fic I wrote about 2 and a half years ago, so I thought I'd post it! Keep in mind: I was 13, so it's not the best.

Please also note that the chapters are really short. I didn't have much of an attention span at the time.

Also, if this wasn't an assignment for school, it would so totally be filled with slashy goodness.

But, yeah- enjoy!

Chapter 1

It was a warm spring day in the year 2015, and instead of playing outside with all of the other 17-year-olds, Stan sat in his room surfing the internet. Since it was 2015, the computers have updated quite a bit, along with the cars, but who cares anyways?

Brushing his black hair away from his midnight blue eyes, Stan opened up another browser to go into his favourite website: YouTube. While he was watching the newest video from his favourite "Tuber", he saw an alert on the bottom of the page stating that he received a new e-mail. "Hmm, maybe it's from Kenny," Stan mumbled as he clicked open his inbox. The e-mail address was unknown to him. Suspiciously, he clicked the message.

Stan – I know who you are, even if you don't know who I am. I want you to get me a time machine, even if you think they aren't invented yet. I know that there is one in the whole world. Find it, and give it to me before April 13 – or your friend Kyle gets it.

Stan couldn't believe what he was reading. A time machine? He knows who Stan is? Who is this man? What does he plan on doing to Kyle? Stan ran out of the room to the nearest phone in his house, and dialled his best friend's number. "Hello?" said a voice in the other line. Stan breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God, Kyle. You're okay." Kyle was quite confused. "Stan? What are you talking about?" Looking over at his computer from the hallway, he asked, "How about you come over and read this e-mail I got?" Kyle hesitated. "O-Okay, Stan. It better not be one of those spam e-mails!"

"A time machine?" Kyle asked after he read the suspicious e-mail. "Exactly what I thought," Stan stated. "Where are we going to get a time machine? The red-headed friend smirked. "Just who do you think you're talking to?" Cracking his knuckles, he opened a new browser, and with his typing skills, Kyle found out who owned the time machine in... 20 seconds flat. "Dude, you're good," Stan mumbled. "Alright, the only person in the whole world with a time machine is the Mafioso Giovanni Zitar who resides in Italy," Kyle told Stan. "Mafioso?" the black-haired teen asked. "A Mafioso is the grand leader of a mafia, and a mafia is a group of really dangerous men," Kyle explained in a tone that made him sound like a phone operator. "Wait, so we're going to steal from the head honcho from a mafia?" Stan spurted. "Well, it seems like it," the red-head muttered. "Ugh, weak dude."

"Anyways, when do you suspect we get going?" Kyle asked. Stan re-read the deadline in the e-mail. "The deadline is April 13, and today is April 6. So we have..." Then it hit them like a blow to the stomach. They had one week.