Sky's POV:
February 7, 2012; 7:20 pm
I finally reached the main office door. I've only been to the main office to receive praise, give announcements as the school valedictorian, or pick something up for a professor. I've never been here for trouble. Then again, this couldn't be trouble.
However, I changed my mind when I enter and see a silhouette with a voice just like Kim's, standing next to a seated boy, who from the dim lighting of the hallway I could tell was Jeremy.
"Hello, Sky."
Definitely trouble.
Kim's POV:
February 7, 2012; 7:20 pm
There was silence. Even the secretary paused her typing and glanced up at us. I was sure nobody here called Sky by our nickname for him. I was sure he found it embarrassing. Not only to be called that, but to be attached to the Curtis family in any way. Being stuck in Granddad's shadow. Been there, done that, buddy.
His voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "What do you want?"
I didn't think about what was coming out of my mouth. I didn't need to. "I need your help with something."
"What?"
"Don't laugh."
"Why, is it funny? Then I'll end up laughing anyway."
"Ugh, fine."
I took a moment to breathe and find a way to put it into a way that Sky would understand. You see, he's much like his grandfather in the way that he can't grasp abstract things. As I did this, I noticed Jeremy asking the secretary to leave. She nodded and exited the room in silence.
Now there was simply the cold tension in the air. I wondered if this was what it was like with Granddad and Great-Uncle Darry. We're just too alike to get along.
"Have you read my grandfather's first book?"
This question seemed to stun him. He stood there, dumfounded for a second.
"What does this have to do with me helping you?" he then asked.
"Just answer the damn question!" I huffed, now getting frustrated. "Have you read the book?!"
"Yes. Why?"
"That book is a piece of non-fiction. It says that Johnny Cade and Dallas Winston are dead, correct?"
"Yes. Why?"
"They have children. And grandchildren," I snarled, at this point seriously pissed off. He was simply just sassing away when Onyx and Connor are suffering? The asshole.
"How the hell is that possible?" he then asked. "If they're dead…"
"Yeah, I know, it sounds stupid. But I need you to help me."
"With what, exactly?"
"Hold me back, Jer," I mutter to Jeremy. Just shut up, Sky, I wanted to say. Just shut the fuck up and let me talk.
"Turns out, there's a curse of some sort, I don't know. Onyx and Connor… their grandchildren, are here with us along with the others, and we've found a way to—"
"Wait, what? Others?"
I stepped forward to punch him when I felt Jeremy grab me by my wrists.
"The 'gang's' grandchildren. We've found a time machine and we can go back and stop that fire," Jeremy then explained.
Sky was silent for a moment, taking it in. Then he said in a hushed tone, "There's such a thing as a time machine?"
At this, I scoffed loudly. "You're at a freaking prep school and you haven't heard about Apple's new machine in Paris?"
"No," he responds meekly.
"Well, it sure as hell exists, and we're going to steal it," Jeremy said.
"With your help," I added. Better make him feel special. "You'll be the brains behind this mission."
"Oh, great," he groaned. "Like we're kids; this is a mission, a fu—"
"Come on, Sky," I barked, my voice starting to shake.
Another moment of silence.
"Fine," Sky finally said. "But I better get paid big time for this."
