"Hey you." Gregory greeted, holding his picnic basket. The red cloth disguised all the food he had brought. Beside him, he could hear his brother and all his friends playing around. Kathryn was standing on grass, smiling when she heard Gregory. Gregory gulped, trying to ignore the fact that she was so pretty. From her wavy jet black hair, ocean blue eyes, and long eyelashes, she looked just like Gregory had imagined she would on this night. She was wearing a poodle skirt, the exact thing he had jokingly dared her to wear. Still, he couldn't predict that she would look so great in it. Too many thoughts were trying to fill themselves in his head. Taking out a blanket so they could sit and face the house where his brothers were horsing around, he tried to coolly sit down.

"I wore it." She said casually, smiling, her voice reminding Gregory exactly what he missed the most. He shined a grin, taking out some food for her. It wasn't that well of a picnic basket, but it was the best he could up with it. There were some Twizzlers, nachos, some canned sodas, and a sandwich. Not the best, but not the worst meal.

"It's all yours." He said, showing off his display of food.

"You didn't have to do this, you know." She said, tucking a stray hair back.

"I wanted to."

"Oh my, this food looks really good. Any girl would love this."

"As long as I don't have to cook any fancy meals, we are good. I think I would blow up the house." Gregory said, taking out a sandwich and eating a bite. She was eating, and he was, looking at a bunch of kids.

"Remind you of us? Always playing around outside?" Kathryn said warmly.

"Just like us. Sometimes I wish it was that simple, just my best friend and I running around outdoors as kids. Nothing better."

"Well, you do have me as a girlfriend, that makes your life just about perfect." She joked.

"You're good with the jokes, I have to say." Pausing, he finally embraced the thoughts that were haunting him. "I can tell you anything right?"

"Yes." She said, gobbling one of the sandwiches he made. It was now or never, all of his butterflies were out, but he managed to choke them away.

"I traveled to the future." Gregory admitted, his heart leaping. The truth was out.

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With a cocky smile, Ryan decided to do the only thing that he could do well. Talk. And as much as he didn't want to admit it, he had somewhat of an attitude. So when he wiped out an enemy about to shoot him, he suddenly got a little more arrogant.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. There's something you don't know. I'm not who you think I am." Ryan confessed.

"Is that some kind of riddle?" Someone said, probably a friend of the O'Donnelly's.

"You are Ryan Quinn right?" Another asked.

"Yes--well-- Yeah! Shh! That's not the point!" Ryan said, throwing a mini temper-tantrum. Unfortunately, the Donnelly's and their buddies still kept coming at him. Joy, he thought. Still, why not put his faith to the test?

"The thing you don't know about me. Want to know the truth? I'm the Hulk." He said, sounding incredibly lame. "No, he's too ugly. I'm Green Lantern. No, I don't really like wearing rings. Batman! Nah, bats are freaky lookin'." Ryan said, reasoning with himself.

"Are you done?" One of the Donnelly's quizzed.

"No! Okay, let's see. Flash, no, I don't like yellow. There's Superman. No, I don't like capes. Damn!"

"Are you done yet?"

"Captain America! No, I live in Ireland. Damn! Spiderman! There we go! No, I have wet nightmares about falling from heights. Damn!"

"God this kid is so annoying! Let's beat him up!" One Donnelly spoke.

"The point is, I'm a superhero! I wouldn't do that if I were you." Ryan stated, posing confidently. Of course, they didn't listen, and one of the goons charged at Ryan.

"Ka pow!" Ryan said, dodging it and punching one with a right uppercut. Surprisingly, he went again, across the room and unconscious. This thing is sweet, he thought.

"What was that?"

"The question is, what wasn't that?" Ryan said, a goofy look on his face and pointing at the brother asking. The people in the room looked scared-- very scared. Not too bad for someone just finding about their super strength, he thought. A job well done.

"G-g-get out of here!" Another brother staggered. Ryan considered it.

"As long as you forget about the money I owe, refer to me as "The Sexy One", and give me the number of your sister." Ryan offered.

"My sister, man?"

"Yes, you're sister. Now give me the number before I go taibo or give you some more of my ass-kicking powers. Bottom line, I'm kicking ass'n taking names. Chow for now!" Ryan said, taking the number of the O' Donnelly sister. Walking out into the night air, he knew that something had changed. Now, the things on his mind were about his power. Where did it come from? Why now? Why was he suddenly given these abilities? But he shrugged the thoughts off and focused on one task. Taking care of his brothers, that's all that mattered.

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(PARIS, FLORIDA)

Jennifer Wilson lazily stretched out on the sand. It was turning out to be a steamy afternoon, and after a long and boring school day, she just wanted to relax. By her side was her favorite gossip friend, Mariah. They were running through their favorite guys at Paris High School. While they were doing that, they were sun tanning, watching their boyfriends in the water, and listening to MP3 players. Practically the greatest things in the world, right?

"I totally saw you making out with Nick Brown after school today." Mariah said, hoping to get the total scoop. Jennifer took off her sunglasses, revealing her dark brown eyes. The sun shined on her blonde hair, making her the center attention from most guys. Sighing, Jennifer offered a reply.

"It was just a one time thing, I'm still with Peter. For now." She said, answering the question but yet not.

"For now?"

"I was going to ditch Peter for Nick, but he's been acting strange lately. I don't really care. You're not going to tell Peter are you?"

"No." Mariah said, sounding like she didn't entirely mean it. Jennifer put her sunglasses on, letting her mind wonder for awhile. Things had been a blur lately. One day she had lived in Texas, then her mother had died. Her father decided that a fresh start what was needed. They moved to a relatively big town, Paris in Florida. She wanted to blend in so much, that she adopted the ways of all the popular girls. Listening to Paris Hilton screech, sun tanning constantly, dating jocks, gossiping, and trying to make the cheerleading team. None of this who she really was. Now she had tried to befriend only the popular people and leave the rest in the dust. She reached for the closet locket she had in her purse.

She hadn't ever looked in it since she moved. It had been too hard. Was she ready to? Right as she reached for it, she heard a scream come from the water. Her eyes searched for a lifeguard, but the lifeguard was gone. Probably hitting on guys. For some reason, her mind told her to race in the water and save whoever was drowning. Everyone else was sleeping or resting, while the others just looked around waiting for someone else to take care of it. Jennifer put back the locket into her purse, then rushed into the water. All her thoughts were erased, and left into this one thing.

With all her strength, she reached and brought the person up from under the water. It was a little boy. Swimming to the shore of the beach, she place him on the sand, a crowd beginning to stir. Attempting CPR wasn't her favorite thing to do, but she gave it her best try. There was no pulse after she attempted it. Jennifer tried again, but still no luck. Please, I can't lose another person, she thought. All of her hidden emotions were beginning to surface. Suddenly, the hands that were on his chest began to feel different. They were warm, but she felt safe, like this was supposed to happen. Her expression was shock, but then her hands returned to the normal temperature. The little boy's eyes slowly opened, and she knew that he was perfectly well. Tears of joy were falling down her cheeks, knowing that she had gotten a blessing.

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Alexis removed her hands from her ears, finally adjusting to the siren blare. How troublesome, she thought. This wasn't a part of the plan, but it might make her job easier. All the attention would be given to whoever else broke in. The question was though: who broke in? She turned away from her curiosity, trying to focus on this one job. The big one.

Sighing, she decided to see if her ability would really and truly work. Focusing on the glass of a word-famous emerald, she tried with all her concentration to shatter it. It easily shattered. How she got such a power was a mystery, but she was glad to have it. Now was the fun part. Lasers were guarding the emerald. Once again focusing, she concentrated on the amazing emerald. No wonder it's so famous, she thought. The emerald didn't move at first, but then slowly gravitated upwards, dodging the lasers easily with some directional help from Alexis.

With a cocky smile, she tucked the emerald into her backpack. After changing back into her dress, she toured out, faking a shocked and horrified reaction to the thievery of the day. It was unclear if this person was trying to get her into trouble-- but all it did was send more people into a frenzy. However, soon, the police would arrive. That would not be a fun sight. Taking the emerald, she waved goodbye to all the fancy business people. See you soon, she thought-- when I steal from you. Which reminded her, these high heels were just as uncomfortable as they had ever been. Probably even more.

She wanted to be in a hot tub very soon. Finally reaching the Porsche, she took a sigh of relief. It wasn't easy being a thief sometimes. Turning on the Porsche, she daydreamed about the relaxing massage she'd have, the hot tub she'd be in, the movies she'd enjoy. Ah, the good life. Out of nowhere, a boy appeared out of thin air in the sit next to her.

"Hi there!" He said. Okay, so he wasn't a boy. He looked like a high-schooler, but most definitely a freshman. I hate kids, she thought.

"Who the hell are you?" She said, clear distress in her voice. What was going on?

"Your new best friend." He answered, reminding her of herself, always with the sarcastic and seductive tones. Things were changing too fast, she thought. Then she bit her lip.

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"You traveled to the future?" Kathryn repeated, her eyes growing bigger. The truth was the only thing Gregory had the energy to give. That was the truth.

"I did. I know this is unbelievable, but, I swear it happened. I swear to God." Gregory said, his hazel eyes eye to eye with Kathryn's blue eyes.

"It happened a few days ago. I was just daydreaming to myself, and out of nowhere I was in a place so much different. The future."

"You--traveled to the future too?" Gregory stumbled. This was so unbelievable, so amazing.

"I did." She said, her eyes glistening. "I was in New York City. Want to know the first thing I did?" She asked, a weak smile on her face.

"What?"

"After walking around, so shocked for the longest time, I went to a bookstore. To see if you had become a famous writer."

"You did?" Gregory asked, emotion in his voice.

"You always say that you'll never make it. You can be a writer. But, I didn't have time to find your name, I was back here within minutes."

"Oh my god."

"I did come across something though. It was in the new release section. I figured you could read it to Jaime, he would love it." She said, going to her car and bringing him the book. Oh, The Places You'll Go by Dr. Seuss. The book cover did look exactly like something Jaime would love. Everything was coming together. But why were his memories of her making him go through time? Why was she going through time in the first place? The questions harnessed themselves in his head. The next thing he said was something he had no idea he was going to spurt out.

"I love you." He wound up saying. Nothing about time traveling or why they were having this happen to them. But something he had originally wanted to say.

"I love you too." She answered back, and before either one could realize it, they had moved their heads into a kiss. The first time they had ever kissed. The first time Gregory had kissed anyone other than his pillow. As this passionate kiss and unforgettable moment, unfolded, firecrackers went up to the sky. His brother, his brothers goofy-looking friends, and even his parents were making fireworks. Kathryn blushed, while Gregory tried to pretend that he was as macho as he wanted to be.

"Happy New Year!" His brother shouted into the air, as more fireworks blasted to the sky. Shrugging, Gregory gave up being humiliated and kissed his childhood best friend. This was a perfect moment.