Today's hits: "Crazy On You," by Heart, and "Come on Eileen" by Dexy's Midnight Runners. Kind of random, but they're good ones.

7:49 AM. Tuesday, September 25, 2017.

Luna: Where you at?

She's waiting in front of her locker, and as soon as she hits 'send,' Sam jumps out from behind her. "Booyah!" she shrieks, grabbing Luna by the shoulders.

She frightfully jumps up, then lightly punches Sam in the arm as she laughs.

"Dude! Not cool."

"Hahahaha… That was awesome… So, do you have a date for the Vortex Club Spooktacular?" she asks out of nowhere.

And Luna is stunned.

She just barely manages not to make all sorts of incoherent babbling noises.

"Uhm, uh huh… Well, uhm…"

Sam just laughs some more.

"Relax! I'm just messin' with ya!"

"Haha, right… I thought you said you weren't going?" she responds, doing her best to seem nonchalant.

"It's not like I dream of us slow dancing and kissing like some 80's movie?!"

"Well, let me put it this way. The odds are about as good as me going back in time to go to the Homecoming," Sam snidely tells her.

"Did she just bring up time travel? That does NOT help."

She nervously laughs. "Heheheh, right. Well, I'm definitely not going if you're not going…"

"Well alrighty then. Maybe we'll make plans to do something else that night. Like, oh, I don't know- a night's stay at the Loud house?" she playfully says.

"Are you trying to kill me?!"

"Hahaha, yeah," she anxiously utters. "Smooth Luna."

Sam just sneers.

They make their way to room 2211 for first period Soc 101 with Mr. Andrews, and he's standing outside the door like he always does before class begins.

"Oh man, I can't wait to rub it in that we went and saw Butthead," Sam evilly declares.

"You've been thinking a lot about this haven't you?" Luna asks with a smile. "Evil Sam is hot."

"Oh yeah! I'm gonna lay into him twice as hard for making me wait another day!"

They approach the portly man, who always looks like he'd rather be teaching or watching Netflix with a beer in hand than anything.

He looks up to the girls, and before it even hits him, Sam is excitedly pulling out her phone.

"Andrews! You're not gonna believe this stuff. I gotta show you these videos we took from Saturday's Butthead concert," she mockingly states.

He just grins. "Well, I'm sorry I had to make you wait. I hate missing class as much as you guys do," he sarcastically tells them. "But I actually have something to discuss with Luna," he says, looking to her.

Sam and Luna exchange a brief concerning look, and Sam just coyly shrugs before entering the classroom.

Luna looks to her teacher, who takes a breath before beginning.

"I just wanted to let you know- I thought it would interest you, that Hank and Hawk have been suspended for several counts of bullying."

Luna takes a second to digest this, then politely responds with: "Uhm, why are you telling me this?"

"Well, after what happened Friday, I just thought you'd benefit from knowing this information. A peace of mind kind of thing…" he explains.

"That was a spur of the moment thing man. I don't know, I just, I don't like bullies," she says, rubbing the back of her neck.

"I'm not calling you to the stand here. I'm speaking without my so-called teacher's hat right now," he says, gesturing as if he were actually taking off a hat.

"I just wanted to let you know that administration has done their best to resolve the matter, and it's hopefully finished… I know it's not the first or last time, but… Maybe you did more good than bad. It's not my place to say," he tells her.

Which is about as close as she's going to get to him flat-out praising her.

She softly grins. "Well, thanks for letting me know."

"Alright. Well, I guess we better go indulge Sam before she has a coronary," he quips.

"It really was a sick concert," Luna says with a full smile now.

"I know. I was there," Mr. Andrews says with a smile of his own.

The rest of the day goes by business as usual. She actually forgets she has time traveling powers when she's sitting in a class where she wishes time would speed up.

But then lunch comes, and she relishes it. Not because of the school's five-star cuisines, but because she has an hour to hang out with Sam and talk about all things rock and roll.

But with more time spent together, they learn new things about each other. Sam's starting to remember some of Luna's sisters' names: like Lola, Lana, and Lori. Luna has discovered that Sam's favorite thing to eat is bacon wrapped pork tenderloin.

They talk about things that normal people talk about, and learn that they have other common interests outside of music, like Bad Lip Readings and Ron Burgandy.

But sure enough, they've finally started to have a very important conversation that all rockers must have at one point or another; the "great debate," so to speak.

"No way, AC/DC, hands down," Luna states.

Sam guffaws. "Are you kidding?!"

Luna confidently shrugs.

"Guns N' Roses, by far!" Sam argues.

They make their way outside to walk the track and continue their very important conversation.

"Look, I'll admit that they're more lyrically sound and stuff, but if you have to give me Slash or Angus, it's Angus. He's got this like, undeniable charisma, man! And he shreds so hard!" Luna claims.

Sam nods, then forms her rebuttal. "Okay, yeah. But Slash has the hat! And that November Rain solo! No- actually, just the whole song! And Axl Rose, man?! He's a baller."

"Yeah, but he's no BJ."

"Uh, yeah! That's why he's on tour with them! Aw son!" Sam says, puffing her chest.

"One word: Thunderstruck," Luna says, and she imitates Angus' famous strut while "nah-nah-ing."

Sam nods again.

"Okay, fair enough. But- we can at least agree Metallica's the best."

"Ehhh… I gotta go with Floyd," Luna replies.

"I'll see you on the dark side of the moon! Ahhhhh, Ahhhh!" Sam animatedly sings.

"That song's so good. But I gotta say, 'Wish You Were Here,' man. That's their album for me."

"You're full of pleasant surprises Luna Loud," Sam simply says.

Luna smiles, and does her best not to blush.

As they walk the track, they take a moment for silent reflection, officially ending their debate about the superior rock band.

"So, what're you doing this weekend?" Sam asks Luna, breaking the silence.

"Hmmm… I thought about asking this one girl to hang out, but she's got this blue streak in hair, and I'm embarrassed to be seen with her," she jokes.

"Hmmm… Says the girl with paper clip earrings," Sam responds.

They just smile.

"Seriously though, I don't know. I may have to go watch Lynn's game Friday night, but other than that, I got nothing important to do."

"Well, maybe we can work on our projects for Soc together. A little collab," she suggests.

"Right," Luna simply replies. "Maybe we could go to the library or something," she tells her. "Anywhere but my house…"

"Actually, I was thinking we could go to your place. I wouldn't mind eating a home-cooked meal for once," she says.

"Oh god, there it is…" Luna thinks.

Sam has been badgering Luna about visiting her house since Sunday, when she was unintentionally telling her all the great things about her home. The countless amplifiers she has, Popstar's Lynn-sagna, Lincoln's PS4, Tenacious D, friggin' bunk-beds…

"Why does my family have to have all these nice things? There are starving kids around the world who'd kill for a Playstation! Or lasagna…"

And she's come up with a couple good excuses not to invite her over- like Lisa fumigating the house because she accidently released a rare bacteria, or Luan deciding to start celebrating "September's Fools."

But she knows she'll eventually have to give in.

"Or just ignore me?" Sam bluntly tells her, interrupting her internal monologue.

"What?! Oh, uhm, sorry, I spaced out… Got to thinking about that project after you said something," she fibs.

"So… Do you wanna hang out? I mean, you got driver's license and all now, so…"

"Quick Bat-Luna! Think of something!"

She looks all around, hoping to find something- anything , that can stall this conversation just a little longer.

Trees? No. Squirrels? No. The Tobanga totem? No way.

Snooty Carol Pingrey and her snooty Vortex Cult disciples all gathered 'round the end zone Tweeting about being so important? That could work.

"Uhm, Carol?!" she blurts out.

"Well, I'm amazed I've gotten this far today without rewinding," she thinks.

"Carol? What about her?" Sam confusingly questions.

The girls look to her, and she notices. She just dons this disgusted, supercilious look- one that reminds Luna of Lori actually, then returns to her phone.

"What? You got plans with Carol?" Sam quips.

"Uhm, no. No way! I just, man, she's such a… She's such a…"

Sam raises a brow, then shakes her head with a chortle. "You're not telling me anything I don't already know. But what brought that on?" she asks.

Luna thinks of something- anything. Even if she has to lie, it's better than telling Sam no again.

"Uh, she just always looks at me funny. Part of me wants to say something to her," she says.

Which- is sort of true. Carol does look at her funny.

But Carol looks at everyone funny.

"Oh, but then you might be blacklisted from the Vortex Club Spooktacular! It would be social suicide!" Sam mockingly jokes.

"Don't bury me, I'm not dead yet," Luna scoffs.

They pass around the end zone, still somewhat glaring at Carol and her cronies, who either don't notice them, or just don't care.

"Wouldn't it be great if she just got careened by a football right now?" Sam sinisterly says.

"Ha! 'Oh, no! My perfectly applied make-up!" Luna mocks.

"Oh no Beck-ay! I dropped my iPhone 8S Plus deluxe with a juicer!" Sam adds with a stereotypical white girl drawl.

"Oh, that's okay! Daddy will get me the iPhone X!" Luna adds, and they share a laugh.

And then, BAM! Carol Pingrey is leveled by a momentous football to the head.

And the noise her head makes when she hits the ground…

They literally cringe.

All of her friends begin huddling around her. "Oh my god?! Is she okay?"

"Oh my god! Someone call the nurse!"

"Forget the nurse! Call 911!"

"Dude…" Sam somberly says.

And to say they feel bad is an understatement.

"I think she's really hurt, dude," Luna utters, and they try to look at her. But she's surrounded, and from the sound of it, maybe they don't wanna look.

But Luna remembers that she has her power, and she also remember's Ben Parker's famous, cliché line about responsibility.

She takes a deep breath, and focuses her energy as she raises her hand before her.

*REWIND*

"Wouldn't it be great if she just got careened by a football right now?" Sam sinisterly says, just as before.

Luna quickly straightens up, then looks at Carol. She's standing where she was before, putting all of her cognitive functions into her smartphone, apparently alive and well.

"Yeah, but then you'd feel bad," Luna utters, almost subconsciously.

Sam thinks about it. "Yeah, I probably would. But she's still a jerk."

Luna looks out into the field, and watches all the barbarians playing their sport. "Little do they know…"

She steps forward just a little, and cups her hands around her mouth.

"Hey, Carol!" she shouts.

She looks up, and grimaces as if to say: "What do you want? Why are you talking to me?"

"Watch out for that football!" she warns her.

The girl scowls, then looks towards the jocks.

And the look on her face drastically changes as she just barely notices the football flying towards her. She side steps just in the nick of time.

And everyone, including Sam, meets Luna with the same dumbfounded expression.

"Woah," Sam simply utters.

Luna blushes. "What?"

"Hindsight 20/20, I guess," Sam tells her.

She looks back at Carol, who quickly reverts to her condescending self- ignoring the two girls.

"Thanks Luna," Sam mockingly says.

"Yeah, well, like I said…" she replies.

"You should've let her get hit. What's the worst that would've happened?" Sam playfully asks.

"Ha, right…" Luna simply responds.

"So, now I'm a super hero. And she'll never even know…" she thinks, still watching Carol.

"Well, it's about time to head in. You coming?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. Right behind you," she says, finally turning away from the oblivious queen bee.

"And that's probably for the best."

Luna follows Sam back into the school and to her locker, still in somewhat of a daze.

It's one thing to reverse time to stop herself from looking like an idiot, but saving someone's life? Like Carol, like her family on that fateful day?

"That's intense."

Still, what's done is done, and just like the notes she jotted down this morning regarding the research of George Bonnano, she focuses on moving on.

Sam looks back at her, seeing that something is different.

"You good?" she asks with concern.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good," Luna simply answers, forcing a small smile.

"Okay, just checking," Sam reiterates.

In an attempt to prove to Sam, and herself, that this is true, she decides to make small talk.

"So, you have Geometry next, right?" she asks.

"Yeah, with Bohlen…" she says with a sigh.

"He's pretty nice," Luna defends as they approach Sam's locker.

"I didn't say he's not nice. He's just so boring!" she argues, opening her locker.

"Well, I wouldn't know. I have Ruble," she scoffs.

"Better you than me, she's a turd," Sam quips, rummaging through her things.

She sadly sighs.

"What's up?" Luna asks.

"Oh, nothing…" she says, closing her locker, still pouting.

"Come onnnnn," Luna eggs on, playfully nudging her.

Sam doesn't look at her, but grins.

"You'd laugh at me…"

"Well, I laugh at you about everything else, don't I?" she quips as they continue walking along.

Sam takes a breath, and looks down, still grinning. "I was getting these- love letters…"

"Oh…"

"Love letters?" Luna asks, doing her best to be nonchalant.

"Yeah, for a while I was getting these letters from a secret admirer, but they stopped a few days ago…" she explains, blushing.

Yeah, those love letters. The ones Luna was sending, hoping it would all turn out in some wonderful and romantic way like it did with her parents.

But they started hanging out in real life more, and she decided it was too risky to keep sending them. She wasn't ready for her to find out. She's still not ready.

"Uhm… wow…" Luna blurts out.

Sam sighs, but she's still grinning. "See, I knew you'd laugh at me."

"I'm not laughing," Luna rebuts. She's not.

But… "Wow."

"So… do you know who sent them?" Luna asks, doing her best not to seem petrified.

"Well… I know who I'd like them to be from…"

"Oh god… Is it possible to rewind to before I was born?... I am NOT ready for this," Luna thinks, feeling her heart beat faster and harder.

"Oh?" she simply responds.

But Sam doesn't elaborate. "That can mean SO many things!"

"Like, who?" Luna continues.

Sam's smile disappears. Now she just seems nervous.

"I- I can't say…"

Luna visualizes her head turning into a mushroom cloud. "WHAT?!" she wants to exclaim. "Does that mean she likes me?! She doesn't like me?! Does she know?! Oh man, OH MAN!"

"Uhm… why not?" she dryly utters.

And there's a tense pause.

"Because, if I told you… You'd think really differently of me…" Sam finally answers.

And Luna, poor Luna… She should just drop it. She should just say something about Eddie's version of Blackbird is better than the original… She should say anything else than what the adrenaline coursing through her makes her say.

"Don't insult me, Sam… I'm here for you."

Sam finally looks to her again, brightening up just a little bit.

"Well, what about you?" she asks.

Luna's heart skips a beat, and her face says it all.

"WHAT?!"

"Uhm, what about me?"

"Have you ever liked someone, and you knew you weren't supposed to, you knew there was just no way they could ever feel the same?" Sam asks.

And for a moment, it's like the world around them has frozen.

Luna just looks into Sam's baby blue eyes, seeing a new vulnerable side of her that she's never seen before. She's equal parts beautiful and terrifying.

And she wants to tell her the truth. "Oh my god. There was never a better time TO tell the truth…"

But she's just so damn scared.

There's so many ways this could wrong. Sam would think she's weird, and would probably stop talking to her. She might have something against gay people, and be really mean and tell everyone how Luna Loud is some creepy dyke. That would be social suicide…

And what if her powers just stop working? Like, for no reason at all! What if she screws up, and then she can't rewind!

But looking into those baby blues, those sweet, innocent baby blues…

There's one way this could go right. And maybe it's worth a leap of faith to just tell her how she feels.

Because- maybe, just maybe…

There's a chance she feels the same way.

But…

Sam winces. Something changes. It's almost like she's moving in slow motion. Her face and her lips are giving all these weird little signals, these nuances that Luna can't decipher, and… "What the heck… She's smiling?!"

Yes, Sam's now smiling.

But, it's a sly smile. Like she's finally in on the joke.

At least someone is.

"No way…" Sam finally says.

And Luna is literally dumb. She couldn't say anything if she wanted to.

…

"…You like him, too?"