Chapter 4

*Cyd's POV*

Bret and Chet stood in the doorway of Shelby's and my room. I didn't really know what to do. I looked at Shelby as if to ask if we should leap back. She shook her head.

"Go back downstairs, guys," Shelby told her brothers. "We'll be down in a second."

"Why can't we leap?" I asked, getting up, embarrassed.

"Because, Chet, Bret and my parents have to find out about us at some point," Shelby replied.

"I know, but do we have to tell them now?" I asked.

"Well, it's better than leaving it until the last minute isn't it?" Shelby asked, before getting up and going to walk downstairs.

"But-" I started, before Shelby cut me off with a kiss.

"But nothing," she insisted and we went downstairs.

*Shelby's POV*

Bret and Chet stood in the kitchen where they'd already gotten my parents to go. By the blank expressions on their faces, I couldn't tell if they'd already heard.

"Did they-?" I started to ask, pointing to Chet and Bret, but Dad cut me off with a slow nod.

"What's going on?" Bret asked.

"Boys, I think Shelby and Cyd are lesbians," Dad said.

"What's a lezbean, Bret?" Chet asked.

"I don't know, Chet," Bret replied.

"A lesbian is a girl who is attracted to other girls," Dad explained.

"We're not lesbians," I said.

"But the boys said-" this time I cut my father off.

"We're both bisexual," I said. "I used to like a guy named Cameron and Cyd used to like-"

"Don't even think about it!" Cyd exclaimed, cutting me off before I could tell my family she liked Naldo.

"So, why were you two... kissing?" Mom asked, hesitant to say the last word.

"Because," I said, taking Cyd's hand in mine with pride. "Cyd is my girlfriend."

"Let go of my hand," Cyd said. I dropped her hand, letting it fall to her side.

"I should call your parents and tell them about this, Cyd," Dad said, picking up the phone. Cyd looked like she wanted to protest, but didn't, watching as he dialed her father's cell phone number. After a few moments he said, "Good afternoon, Ed." Then he proceeded to tell Cyd's dad the situation. Then loud yelling came form the other end of the line. I don't think Ed was too happy about what was going on. Cyd grabbed my hand back into hers and leapt us back to this morning.

"See that's why I didn't want to tell anyone yet," Cyd said.

"Oh," I said. I walked over to the door and locked it, not allowing my brothers to walk in like they had the first time. "Now, where were we?"

*Barry's POV*

"I don't think I can re- create these particles, Ronaldo," I sighed.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because, there is an element in the taceon particles that asn't been discovered yet," I replied. "I don't know what it is or where to find it."

"Why can't you make more of the element?" he asked.

"Because, Ronaldo," I continued. "As John Dalton's atomic theory states, 'atoms cannot be created, destroyed or divided' and since an element is made up of all the same type of atoms, it's impossible to create more."

"Oh," Ronaldo said. I took off my lab coat, and sat down at the table. I sighed.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to crack time travel, Ronaldo," I said.

"But you already have, Barry," Ronaldo said. "Because of you, Shelby and Cyd can travel in time."

"Yeah," but we can't," I said.

"But wouldn't it be dangerous if the ability to time travel fell into the wrong hands?" Ronaldo asked.

"I guess you're right Ronaldo," I said. "Maybe it's bet if we just leave the time travelling to Cyd and Shelby."