AN: Ok first off I am so very sorry it took so long to update but you know summer vaca. and what not, so… I'M SORRY! Anyways, just to let you know this is my first story ever! Woohoo! I was going to tell you at the bottom of last chapter but I hadn't figured out how FanFiction, author notes, and a bunch of other stuff worked and I still don't but I will eventually figure it out. This chapter will be longer as you have already noticed, I didn't know how long 350-some words was gonna be (length of previous chapter) so I felt terrible when I discovered how short it actually was but oh well what can you do? This chapter may not be too well written because I was in a rush to get most of it done before my parents woke up and brought us back to lake where I would be unable to make another chappy. So… sorry for that too (if you haven't noticed I apologize a lot, sorry about that too) Okay enough of my rambling;
Thank you so much Luna Pink for the review!
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Yawning slightly, Mac watched impatiently as the second hand on the classroom clock slowly made its way around the white clock face. Tick, tick, tick; Mac clenched his fist around his mechanical pencil before dropping his gaze back to the teacher pacing back and forth in front of the lab station/desks, as she explained to the glass about the lab that they were about to do.
Releasing the grip on his pencil, Mac let his mind wander back to his favorite place; Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. What had it been, five years? No, six years. Six years since he had first dropped Bloo off at Foster's when he was eight years old, now being fourteen. Not much had changed since then. Now he wore a plain red t-shirt with nothing under it, and blue jean shorts. His hair was exactly as it was back when he was little, and yes he still carried that green backpack everywhere. Mac had grown quite a bit too, now he stood up to Frankie's shoulder. He still had to visit Foster's by 3 o'clock but being in high school and getting released early did help. Plus, going to school with Goo and having her drive both of them to Foster's did had its advantages as well.
The distinct sound of a door slamming snapped Mac out of his thoughts, as a girl with raggedy, shoulder-length purple hair, a yellow t-shirt, and grey cargo shorts with a shoulder bag slung on her left shoulder crossing over to land on her right hip, made her way into the room. Her black and white converse squeaking as she walked to the middle of the classroom, stopping in front of Mrs. Derillie. Mac watched as the girl quickly scanned everyone in the classroom, quirking an eyebrow every so often. Finally her gaze landed on Mac; for a second her eyebrows knitted together, then her eyes widened slightly before snapping her head back to the teacher.
"Here," she exclaimed before shoving a white slip of paper into the teacher's hands.
Pushing her 'old people glasses' (as Bloo liked to call them) further up the bridge of her nose, Mrs. Derillie squinted down at the sheet of paper shaking in her hands. "Ah, yes. Class we have a new student today, Elena…"
"Ileana."
"Right, right. Ileana Ruther. Now everyone why don't we give her a big warm welcome!"
Silence. "Well… umm… okay then," chirped Mrs. Derillie, trying to cover up for the moments of silence. "Ilena, dear why don't you go sit down by Mac over there."
In the front of the room, Ileana appeared like she wanted to argue with her, but decided against it turning to face the class. With a grunt, she sped past everyone, reaching for the seat next to Mac. Instead however was flung forward, narrowly missing banging her head against the floor. Getting up out of his seat, Mac lowered his hand down towards the new girl, which she reluctantly accepted.
"Nice job loser." Mac half glared at Devin, while he made sure he still had an eye on the new kid just in case she would slip again. Ileana and Mac looked down at the floor at a purple binder laying in the middle of the walkway.
"Here," he said, kicking the binder over to Devin. "Keep a closer eye on your stuff next time."
"Jerk," grumbled Ileana.
Mac and Ileana returned back to their seats in time to hear the last of the teacher's announcements, "Have fun and don't break anything. The school can't afford to purchase a whole new stock of beakers and test tubes, that's why we bought one set and not two. And begin!"
Mac poured the tube of hydrochloric acid (HCl) into the flask of water in the middle of the table; before handing an eye dropper over to Ileana. She pulled out enough phenolphthalein solution, the indicator of the project, to fill about half of the container and held it over the H2O, HCl mixture. Shaking, her hand squeezed out three drops of the liquid. Working together, they both started adding Sodium Hydroxide (NaOH) drop wise to the flask. Pink swirls started appearing and disappearing throughout the container, but never stayed.
Removing her eyes from the flask, Ileana peered over at the group across from them. Their flask had already turned a solid shade of pink. Looking back at her own mixture, she spotted a tube of clear liquid still in the test tube holder. Reaching over, she pulled out the tube and started to poor it in.
"Wait!" yelled Mac grabbing her hand holding the tube. Placing the now half empty tube back in the holder he turned back towards his partner. "Nitric acid isn't part of the experiment."
"Then why was it there?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"You've been in this class longer."
"…Touché."
"Sooooooooooooo, what will the nitric acid do?"
"Not much as long as none of the rubber bulbs on the shelf fall in."
"Hey Mac!" squeaked Jennie, running from the other side of the room.
"Duck," ordered Mac sliding to floor.
"Huh? Aah!" Ileana landed with a thud on the concrete floor. She glared at Mac.
"Just duck, would ya?" He grabbed the top of her head and shoved it down so that it was below desk level, right when Jennie jumped in the air and dived across the table, scatter papers and breaking tubes. Still having momentum after being flung off the table, she did a semi-roll in mid air before hitting the wall thus ending up sitting upside down with her legs straight up.
"Thank goodness she missed," sighed Mac standing up
Ileana quirked an eyebrow, "Does that usually happen?"
"No. Most of the time she doesn't give me a warning so I end up in a headlock."
She chuckled, "But still, it's normal for her to come flying out of nowhere and try and attack you?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Weird."
They froze. "What happened to the…" they drifted off. Snapping their head towards the flask and shelf containing the rubber bulbs and other chemicals, they sighed in relief when the shelf stopped rocking back and forth.
"Well that was a close one!" yipped Jennie popping up in front of the desk; the vibrations sending the shelf tumbling forward. The two watched in horror as one of the rubber bulbs fell into the flask, while everything else bounced and broke off to the sides. The pink liquid in the flask stirred with the newly added ingredient but quickly died down again.
"Hey Mac," asked Ileana, biting her lip.
"Yeah?"
"Remember when you said as long as a rubber bulb didn't fall in everything would be fine?"
"Ahuh."
"What would happen if a bulb did get knocked into the flask."
"The mixture of chemicals along with substance of the rubber bulb would cause it to explode. But the explosion would be so minor that it wouldn't cause any damage to anyone near it."
"Oh." Looking at each other the pair burst out laughing. Jennie hmphed not getting what was so funny before walking back to her lab station.
"Class listen up!" announced the teacher. "Don't forget when you're done to bring your flasks up here with each partners name so I can evaluate it before the bell rings.
A large grin formed its way on Ileana's face, "You know what we do now with an explosive flask, don't you?"
"Give it to the teacher with only seconds to spare before the bell rings so that it blows up in her face and we don't get in trouble?" Mac smirked; Bloo was so rubbing off on him.
"Yep."
Mac watched the clock while Ileana kept her eyes on everyone else as one by one the other students turned in theirs. "Ileana and Mac, please bring your flask to the front of the room," called Mrs. Derillie, her eyes never once leaving the clipboard of names.
Ileana nervously glanced over at Mac, "Is it ready yet?"
"Almost, just a little longer."
"Mac and Ileana, please bring your flask to me."
"Come on just a little longer."
"Mac and Ileana."
"Just a few more seconds."
"Bring your flask to me now or else I wi-" the teachers sentence was cut short by the sound of Mac's chair squeaking against the tile floor. Standing up he grabbed the flask and handed it over to the teacher when he reached the front of the classroom.
Going back to his seat Ileana whispered, "Did it have enough time?"
"Wait for it," he said holding up a finger.
"Wait this is!"
'BBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!' The broken glass clattered against the floor, followed by the ringing of the bell, signaling the end of the day.
"Run," exclaimed Mac pulling Ileana out of her seat and towards the door. As they entered the hallway, the cries of the teacher were drowned out by the noise of the students. Somewhere in the hallway Mac let go of Ileana, thereby losing her in the crowd. It is not easy to spot a four foot tall kid in the midst of a high school hallway. "Crap!" he murmured under his breath when he looked at the clock. "Goo's gonna be waiting."
End AN: Well that chapters done! Once again sorry for the wait the next chapter should be uploaded sooner since I'm going to write it down so I can work on it in the car. Please Review! I need to know what you think otherwise I will have no motivation for this story! And I like this story so I would like to continue it so it's up to you.
Plus I was wondering how do I make those grey lines appear on my story when I want them? Do I do it on Word or is there something I do on Fanfic before the story gets put up? Also, I was thinking about making a pairing of MacxIleana but I need to know what you reviewers think. Since I'm new to this I also need some advice on what I should rate this and what genre this should be. I'm thinking of doing hurt/comfort/friendship what do you think? Course none of you reviewers know what's gonna happen or else I wouldn't be the one writing this now would I? But what should the genre be based on what you have read so far?
Oh and should I make a bio of the characters on a separate chapter so that you know what they look like due to the time skip? Once again stopping my rambling.
Plz R&R!
~Guardian of a Friend~ Laterz!
