OOO ANOTHER CHAPTER. Get your feels ready… I think im starting to get into yaoi… what is wrong with me .-. Enjoy.

Glitch, Mo, and I were back at my mailbox in 1994. I looked around to make sure no one saw, but of course, the slutty 12 year old across the street saw and said: "GIRL! THE HECK YOU DID?!" Omg. Shut up. I threw a rock at her head and she got knocked out… yes maybe a bit harsh. Not all twelve year olds are sluts, heck some are my best friends. I'm talking about the girls who think they were raised in the hood or ghetto. I untied Mo and slapped him across the face.

"Bitch. Wake the fuck up." He shook his head and widened his eyes like a golf ball.

"Where am I!? Please don't rape me! Not that I wouldn't mind… BUT DON'T HURT ME!" he exclaimed. I looked at the 21 year old. Yes he was a little cute, but a straight weirdo.

"How can I rape you if you're older than me. I don't do that anyways. Like I said, we are in 1994 in my old house." I explained.

"AND WE ARE MISSING THE DAMN CONCERT! LEGO!" Glitch butted in.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING 'BOUT?! Glitch, come and hold me." Mo said, putting his arms out for Glitch to come. Glitch slapped him. I taught him well in the few hours.

"Okay Mo. We are in 1994, about to see Jackson. And we can't if you keep acting like a total cookie. Okay? No, don't go full cookie. Now, I said lego." Glitch said calmly. He stood Mo on his feet, and hugged him. Then he hugged tighter… then tighter… then t think he felt his ass.

"Oh Mo…" I honestly didn't know if he was in a fantasy.

"Child! WATER YOU DOING?!" Mo yelled. Glitch opened his eyes and blushed redder than before. He didn't say anything and went by me. Hiding.

"Okay guys. Time to go to the concert." I said.

"Not until you tell me who you are so I can't take your bitch ass to jail." Mo stated.

"Who you calling bitch ass? I'm taking glitch on a life taking trip you fag. If you want me to leave you doing WWI I will be glad to. NOW YOU WANT TO SEE WHERE THE CONCERT AT?" I tried to smile, but I failed. Epic fail.

"You don't end a sentence with a preposition." Glitch got on my nerves.

"Okay. NOW YOU WANT TO SEE WHERE THE CONCERT IS AT, JACKASS?" Ahh… that's better. I put my fingers in my mouth and whistled. "Bart! Here boy!"

"Why are you calling your dog?" Mo asked.

"He isn't my dog." After a couple seconds, a shiny red car came up to us. Spikes on the wheels, clear headlights, leather seats, and a talking radio. "I'm here F.M!" Bart said. Glitch and Mo look amazed. "GIRL. THIS IS SO FLY GIRL. GIRLLLLLLLL. GURRRLLLL. GURL GIMME THIS CAR GIRRRLLLL." Mo said as he rubbed my car.

"Get off ma grill!" Bart yelled through his lights. I jumped into Bart… sounds wrong… I jumped into my car and waved at the two idiots.

"Come on my children. Time to get to the concert." Mo jumped into the front seat and Glitch went in the back. He rubbed the seats. "Where did you get this car?!" he asked.

"Yea… I kinda stole it from the future. If you see Charlie Sheen… tell him I'm not sorry. Bart, to the concert!"

"Leggo." Bart said.

"You see Glitch. This is how you say LEGGO, not a LEGO from hell if you step on it, LEGGO." I told him. Glitch just blushed to himself. We went fast that you couldn't see where you were, maybe too fast that I saw the past… maybe too much of the past… did I just see Paul Revere being born… DID I JUST SEE A DINO!?

"BART STOP! WE WENT TO FAR BACK!" I screamed. Bart stopped himself and looked around with his lights. "This doesn't look like the concert…" Mo said.

"NO DUH, DUMBASS. WE'RE WITH DINOSAURS." I replied. You only saw trees, grass, and Pterodactyls flying in the air. We need to get out of here…

"OMG. WE ARE GONNA DIE. I WILL CONTINUE TO PISS MA PANTS." Glitch said… did I just see pee on my leather chairs…

"Dude! We are you peeing on me! Ugh! STAHP!" Bart yelled. I see why he was upset, Glitch smells like a cat dying.

"Okay, since were stuck with dinosaurs… how you doin'?" Mo asked me with a sleazy smile. I looked at the young adult. Was he… flirting with me? Really bro.

"And what do you think you're doing?" I asked.

"Oh you know… looking for some chocolate to eat…" he winked. And guess what I did?

I punched the bitch.

Punched him right in the jaw.

Pow.

"Okay… my time machine watch is kinda pissing me off… Bart you know what to do."

"Gotchya." Bart started his engine and beamed to another millennium, were in 1950's I think. I see men with pantaloons and women with corsets… and guns… pointed at us… maybe fifty…. And why do I see the queen… oh shit we are so dead. Just so fucking dead.

"oh… ma… lord… Bart… I will rot you if we don't leave right now…" I whispered. Glitch's legs were shaking with piss running down, and Mo was still knocked out. "Bart… now…"

Bart's engine was off.

HIS ENGINE WAS OFF.

HIS. ENGINE. WAS. OFF.

WE ARE GOING TO FUCKING DIE!

"BART!" I SCREAMED. GUNS WERE SHOT. I closed my eyes ready to feel the pain… but I didn't feel anything, only men screaming and yelling: "IVE BEEN HIT! HELP ME!"

I opened my eyes to find Bart's protection screen up. It was clear and made of metal. No wonder we got hurt… smartass Bart.

"Good job Bart. I fucking love you! Now take us back to my house! I bet we missed the concert."

"Actually, it still starts in fifteen minutes."

"REALLY?! LEGGO! MO WAKES UP!" Glitch yelled. Mo fizzed but got up and yawned.

"What happened…? Why are there dead dudes everywhere? And… wanna taste some Hershey F.M radio? Or should I turn it on…?" HE CANNOT FLIRT. NOPE. JUST NO.

BACK TO THE FUTURE. WHY DID I EVEN DO THIS.

Um… I'm being Mo sexual aren't i…. I think I am… review please… I have problems with Mo ROFL. THX FOR READING! P.S I do love calling my friends child xD.