Liz discovers BBC

It was a bright and beautiful Sunday morning. Tsubaki looked at herself in the mirror in the living room, while she pinned her hair into a bun as she chewed on a granola bar.

"Morning," BlackStar said, as he walked into the room, wearing nothing but boxers.

Tsubaki nodded to him, since her mouth was full and her hands were busy.

He asked, "Where're you going?" as he stretched.

"Out with Maka," Tsubaki answered, after she swallowed her mouthful of granola bar. She watched him stretch. "Don't forget your calves BlackStar."

"I'm getting there," he said as he leaned backwards. "Have fun."

"Thanks."

She then grabbed her purse and left. BlackStar began to do 1-finger push-ups: 100 on each finger. Then he did 150 regular pushups. Then he stacked several 50-lb weights on his back and did 150 more push-ups. Then he opened the window, and sat on the windowsill. He leaned back and started doing the world's most dangerous sit-ups. The lady who lived in the apartment below them was hanging her laundry on the lines.

"Goodmorning BlackStar," she said as BlackStar did his sit ups.

"Good morning Mrs. Fey," BlackStar said, as he leaned back and up and back and up. "How are you?"

"I'm good. Still worried about my husband."

"As usual. He still travels a lot for work?"

"Yeah. It takes such a toll on him." She shook her head. "And Ella doesn't see him as often as she would like."

"How's Ella doing?"

"She's pretty good. She doesn't eat her veggies though," the woman sighed.

"Really? Let me talk to her."

"Ella!" Mrs. Fey called out. "BlackStar wants to say hi."

A little girl ran toward the windowsill. "BlackStar?" the little girl called out.

"Hey Ella. You don't eat your vegetables?" he asked.

Ella shook her head.

"How do you expect to become a god like me if you don't eat veggies?"

"…I'm sorry BlackStar."

"Don't be sorry. Eat your veggies girl."

"Okay."

"And listen to your mom. And stay in school."

Ella nodded. "I'm gonna be a strong meister like you one day!"

"That's right, but you can only dream if you don't eat your veggies."

Ella sighed. "Fine."

Mrs. Fey stroked her daughter's cheek. "By the way BlackStar, I made pie. Come over if you want some."

BlackStar nodded. "Sure. Just got to finish my morning stretches. See you later." He sat up and stepped back into his apartment. Just as he did, there was a knock on the door. BlackStar answered it. To his surprise, it was Liz.

"Sup," Liz said, as she waved to him and entered the house.

"Why are you here?" BlackStar asked.

"Tsubaki said she'd help me with my paper," Liz said.

"What paper?" BlackStar asked.

"The one that Marie-senpai assigned," Liz explained. "She's trying this new curriculum thing. It's due Monday."

"When did she assign it?"

"A week ago."

"Oh, I was suspended. Dammit," BlackStar cursed. "OH WELL! A GOD LIKE ME DOESN'T HAVE TIME TO WASTE ON STUPID PAPERS!" BlackStar laughed.

"Why'd you suddenly get so loud?" Liz asked. "And where's Tsubaki?"

"She went out with Maka."

"She forgot!" Liz whined. "Ugh, now what am I going to do?"

"Just start on it without her. I'll help you," BlackStar said.

"Really? You're a dunce. How could you help me?"

"I'm really smart," BlackStar said. "It's just beyond your human understanding."

"Oh really?" Liz rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll take it. Do you want to go to a library or something?"

"Nah, use Tsubaki's computer. She won't mind," BlackStar said. He pointed at Tsubaki's laptop, which was sitting on the small table in the center of the room.

"Really? Thanks," Liz said. She sat down on her knees and opened the laptop. "It's locked."

"Her password is Tsubaki, with a capital T, then a less than sign and a three, as if she's making a heart symbol, and the capital letters BBC."

Liz raised her eyebrows as she typed it in. "That's an interesting password," Liz mentioned.

"Apparently she loves the British Broadcasting Channel. She's always watching Sherlock or something like that. And Dr. Who. I dunno." He shrugged. "You can get started, and ask if you need help." BlackStar sat down across from her at the table, with his legs criss-crossed. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands, in intense focus. Slowly, he began to levitate.

Liz stared at him.

Maybe this kid really was a god.

Like… was he seriously floating?

Liz decided to ignore him. She plugged in her head phones into the laptop and opened up YouTube on one tab, and started her music video playlist. On the other tabs, she googled, "What is Soul Resonance?" Several websites popped up. She glanced through the first one, and proceeded to copy and paste sections of the website into a new word document that she had pulled up. She did the same for several more websites and the few google scholar articles that popped up. Once she had 1932 words, she began formatting the paper. She set the font of the whole paper to times new romans, 12 pt. And she styled the paragraphs, added a header, and bam. She had a paper.

But that's not all. She added a title page.

Elizabeth Thompson

Applications of Soul Resonance 2002

What is Soul Resonance? A Reflective Essay

Thinking of that title took her five minutes. Why was writing an essay so difficult? She'd been at it for over thirty minutes, and she still wasn't done! She had to go through and rearrange sentences, and change a few adjectives here and there…

She did that. Forty-five minutes in, Liz felt like she had a pretty presentable paper. She skimmed through her masterpiece. Looked like it made sense. She was expecting a C- or maybe a D. All she needed was to pass. She double checked the rubric. It looked like she hit all the main points…

Dammit.

In big, black, bold font, it said, "Any paper without a references page will be given a grade of zero."

Liz sighed. Now she had to go back and cite a couple of the websites she'd used! Ugh, this was too much work. She opened up the history, so that she could pick the most respectable looking websites to cite. She meant to click on a specific website, but she accidentally clicked the one before it.

To her surprise, the link took her to a very interesting website.

Very interesting.

"What's… this…" Liz said to herself. "www. yoaimust .com …?"

Liz scrolled through the website. She blushed. Then she gasped. So this is what Tsubaki does in her free time! According to the history, Tsubaki was just on it this morning, at 2am. Liz giggled and imagined sweet, innocent Tsubaki, secretly enjoying this website in the wee hours of the morning.

Liz scrolled through the pictures and gifs and videos… Liz's eyes widened. Wow. Some… some of this was quite intense. She licked her lips as she intently stared at the computer screen.

"You alright there Liz?" BlackStar asked, as he approached her. Liz quickly minimized the site.

"Yeah," she said. "Just citing my sources."

BlackStar looked over her shoulders, onto the computer screen. "You seem really focused," BlackStar noticed as he glanced over her paper. "Take a break if you have to."

"I just really want to get this done today," Liz said.

"Take your time," BlackStar said. "Tsubaki's gonna probably be out all day today with Maka. I don't think she'll mind." He walked away. "I'm gonna take a shower. If you need me, just call upon my name in prayer."

"Sure, sure," Liz said, hoping that he'd disappear so that she could get back to the website. Once BlackStar left, Liz pulled up the website again, and started browsing through it once more. "Wow…" Liz mumbled. She was so focused on the site that she didn't notice when BlackStar came out of the shower. He was shirtless, with a towel wrapped around his waist and another wrapped around his shoulders.

"Liz, take a break," BlackStar demanded, as he approached her. She quickly snapped back to reality and exited out of the site before he could see it.

"I guess I should," Liz said as she stood up. She realized that her legs were asleep, so she stumbled a bit, but she caught herself. BlackStar offered, "I could edit it if it's giving you so much trouble."

"No, no, I can do it," she said while she stretched out her legs.

BlackStar sat down in front of the computer. "I don't mind at all."

He took the precious laptop away and began to read the essay. Liz frowned. When she got home, she was going to spend a lot of time exploring that website. But she'd have to use Kid's desktop computer, because she didn't have a laptop and she sure as hell wasn't going to do it on his laptop. Maybe if she complained, Kid would get her one…

BlackStar read it in two minutes and started suggesting changes.

"Instead of saying, this, you could phrase it like…" he began. Liz rolled her eyes. She didn't care. But… he was half naked, writing her essay for her… there were perks to this as well. She sat down beside him and nodded, and let him make all the changes.

Afterwards, BlackStar double checked the paper against the rubric. He said, "Oh yeah, and you need a references or works cited page. You can use an online citation generator, and pull up your history to see which websites you used."

Liz's eyes widened. Welp, he was about to find out why she had been so focused.

BlackStar pulled up Google Chrome. Liz had been using Mozilla Firefox. When he pulled up the history, nothing popped up. BlackStar frowned. "Oh, did you use an incognito tab?" he asked.

"…" Liz shrugged.

"That doesn't save your history," BlackStar told her. "Tsubaki always has it on incognito as default or something. I don't know why." He shrugged. "I guess you'll have to figure out references on your own."

"I can do that. Thanks," Liz said.

"Okay, so email the paper to yourself or save it to Google Drive or whatever and you're good to go," BlackStar said. He stood up. "I'm going to put on pants." As he walked away, Liz stared at his muscular body. She nodded, liking what she saw. She then emailed the paper to herself, after copying and pasting the urls from her reference websites into the reference page of her paper. Screw online citations. Ain't nobody got time for that.

After a successful day of plagiarism, Liz decided to go home. She grabbed her purse and called out, "Goodbye BlackStar!"

BlackStar, wearing nothing but boxers, appeared in the hallway and waved goodbye.

Yes.

Today was a great day.

Unfortunately, halfway on the trip home, Liz realized something…

"What was that website called again?" she asked herself.

Darn it…