"Yeah, that would be the date. Yesterday was the 7th, tomorrow will
be the 9th. What's the big shock?" Fingers cut in.
"It ain't 2003. It's 1903!" I commented, receiving very odd stares from the rest of the group.
Then Spark piped up. "Y'all," she started, showing her true Texan routes. "This may be a bit far-fetched, but I have a feeling there was a bit of time travel." Everyone stared at her. "Hey! It could happen! Ever read a good sci-fi book?"
Mouth cut in, "I guess it's the only explanation. In which case--"
"We have got to find you some good clothes," Sli, who had heard the whole conversation, finished for her. "But first we have some people we'd like you to meet. This is my friend Firecracker," she said, pointing to yet another redhead. Then a blonde stepped forward. "And that is Sprite."
I couldn't take my eyes off her eyes. They were a gorgeous green - no, wait, now they were blue. But, they were green again. And then slightly grayish. Whatever the color, they were beautiful. "Hi," I said shyly, causing all of my boys to exchange knowing looks. They always knew when I met someone I was interested in.
"And now, for clothes," Spark said excitedly. "I recommend - Hot Topic!"
"We can't make them look all scary," Patch protested, but Slider interrupted her.
"Spark's right though. She would never associate with guys that weren't punk or goth. It would arise too much suspicion," she said in both a teasing and serious manner.
Patch sighed. "All right, point taken. Let's get this over and done with."
"Spark - One, Patch - Zero," Spark teased as she walked by. She led the way to a dark store with creepy looking gates opened in front of it. Inside, a blonde guy waved at her. "Heya Jason!" she shouted in response. "You think you can hook my friends up with some clothes?"
"Yeah, no problem," the guy said turning. Grabbing me, he said, "So, what's your style?" I looked at him like he was crazy. "What do you want?" he asked louder.
"I'll just look meself if its all da same to ya," I told him, walking through the racks in search of an outfit. I eventually found a very baggy pair of gray pants and a shirt that said, "RHCP," in big red letters.
When I asked Spark what RHCP meant, she gasped excitedly, "Sli! We get to introduce the guys to good music!"
"Should I be worried?" I heard Racetrack asking. I looked up at him and he was wearing very slightly baggy denim pants and a shirt that said, "You laugh because I'm different, I laugh because you're all the same."
"Very," Fingers said as she walked over.
Blink walked over, "I can't find anything that suits me at all heah. Can we try somewheah else?"
"Looks like we got a preppy one on our hands," Sli teased. "Let's get him over to Abercrombie." Spark gave off a fake shudder. "Oh, come on,"
"No, you don't understand. I'm not allowed in any Abercrombie and Fitch around the country." She noticed Race glancing at her questioningly. Quickly she added, "Don't ask."
We reached A&F quickly and Blink went inside while the rest of us chatted and joked about our new clothes. "I think the guys in 2003 need suspenders more than us," I said as a group of boys walked by with their pants sagging and revealing their boxers.
"Ya guys are gonna be saggin' like dat too soon. Now I on da uddah hand . . ." Blink joked as he walked out in loose but not baggy denim pants and a striped button down shirt.
"Look who's stylin' now," Spark teased as if she had known him for years instead of half an hour. "Pretty boy."
"I think its cute," Patch defended him. He smiled at her, and I had a feeling a hook-up was coming on within the next two days.
"Now what was dat thing 'bout music?" Racetrack asked Spark.
"Ahh, yes. Music, music music," she muttered. I have to admit I was getting slightly scared at that point. "Let's take 'em to FYE because they have the sample listening."
"Or," Slider suggested, "We could just take them back to the rooms to listen to your CDs."
"We don't know them!" Patch protested.
Spark looked at her. "Its not like they have anywhere else to go. Let's just do it. I guess they can make the drive back with us too, we have enough cars."
At this I could tell that even Mouth, who seemed nearly as adventurous at Slider and Spark was slightly nervous about this plan. However, they allowed us to go back to their rooms to hang out for a while. As we piled into multiple cars (which, were basically horse-less carriages), I grinned as I slid in next to Sprite.
"Hey, Mush," she said, though I couldn't tell if she was initiating a conversation or being polite.
To be on the safe side I said, "Hi, Sprite."
When she asked me what I thought so far, I knew she wanted to talk. In fact, we spent the full twenty-minute drive speaking to each other about many different topics. I couldn't help but smile at my good fortune.
"We're here," Firecracker said as she pulled into a space marked off with lines and stopped the car. "Welcome to our humble abode."
"It is truly humble," Spark joked. "It's called a motel. People stay in it when they vacation."
"Well," Sli said, and I could tell she was thinking hard, "We have two rooms, right? If the guys need a place to stay for the night we could all cram into one room and give the other to the guys."
"I guess," Mouth said, obviously not happy about giving it up.
"Oh, suck it up! We're only here for another two nights anyway," Spark cut in.
And that is how all of the sudden we ended up in the girls hotel rooms, sitting around listening to music and chatting about various things.
"It ain't 2003. It's 1903!" I commented, receiving very odd stares from the rest of the group.
Then Spark piped up. "Y'all," she started, showing her true Texan routes. "This may be a bit far-fetched, but I have a feeling there was a bit of time travel." Everyone stared at her. "Hey! It could happen! Ever read a good sci-fi book?"
Mouth cut in, "I guess it's the only explanation. In which case--"
"We have got to find you some good clothes," Sli, who had heard the whole conversation, finished for her. "But first we have some people we'd like you to meet. This is my friend Firecracker," she said, pointing to yet another redhead. Then a blonde stepped forward. "And that is Sprite."
I couldn't take my eyes off her eyes. They were a gorgeous green - no, wait, now they were blue. But, they were green again. And then slightly grayish. Whatever the color, they were beautiful. "Hi," I said shyly, causing all of my boys to exchange knowing looks. They always knew when I met someone I was interested in.
"And now, for clothes," Spark said excitedly. "I recommend - Hot Topic!"
"We can't make them look all scary," Patch protested, but Slider interrupted her.
"Spark's right though. She would never associate with guys that weren't punk or goth. It would arise too much suspicion," she said in both a teasing and serious manner.
Patch sighed. "All right, point taken. Let's get this over and done with."
"Spark - One, Patch - Zero," Spark teased as she walked by. She led the way to a dark store with creepy looking gates opened in front of it. Inside, a blonde guy waved at her. "Heya Jason!" she shouted in response. "You think you can hook my friends up with some clothes?"
"Yeah, no problem," the guy said turning. Grabbing me, he said, "So, what's your style?" I looked at him like he was crazy. "What do you want?" he asked louder.
"I'll just look meself if its all da same to ya," I told him, walking through the racks in search of an outfit. I eventually found a very baggy pair of gray pants and a shirt that said, "RHCP," in big red letters.
When I asked Spark what RHCP meant, she gasped excitedly, "Sli! We get to introduce the guys to good music!"
"Should I be worried?" I heard Racetrack asking. I looked up at him and he was wearing very slightly baggy denim pants and a shirt that said, "You laugh because I'm different, I laugh because you're all the same."
"Very," Fingers said as she walked over.
Blink walked over, "I can't find anything that suits me at all heah. Can we try somewheah else?"
"Looks like we got a preppy one on our hands," Sli teased. "Let's get him over to Abercrombie." Spark gave off a fake shudder. "Oh, come on,"
"No, you don't understand. I'm not allowed in any Abercrombie and Fitch around the country." She noticed Race glancing at her questioningly. Quickly she added, "Don't ask."
We reached A&F quickly and Blink went inside while the rest of us chatted and joked about our new clothes. "I think the guys in 2003 need suspenders more than us," I said as a group of boys walked by with their pants sagging and revealing their boxers.
"Ya guys are gonna be saggin' like dat too soon. Now I on da uddah hand . . ." Blink joked as he walked out in loose but not baggy denim pants and a striped button down shirt.
"Look who's stylin' now," Spark teased as if she had known him for years instead of half an hour. "Pretty boy."
"I think its cute," Patch defended him. He smiled at her, and I had a feeling a hook-up was coming on within the next two days.
"Now what was dat thing 'bout music?" Racetrack asked Spark.
"Ahh, yes. Music, music music," she muttered. I have to admit I was getting slightly scared at that point. "Let's take 'em to FYE because they have the sample listening."
"Or," Slider suggested, "We could just take them back to the rooms to listen to your CDs."
"We don't know them!" Patch protested.
Spark looked at her. "Its not like they have anywhere else to go. Let's just do it. I guess they can make the drive back with us too, we have enough cars."
At this I could tell that even Mouth, who seemed nearly as adventurous at Slider and Spark was slightly nervous about this plan. However, they allowed us to go back to their rooms to hang out for a while. As we piled into multiple cars (which, were basically horse-less carriages), I grinned as I slid in next to Sprite.
"Hey, Mush," she said, though I couldn't tell if she was initiating a conversation or being polite.
To be on the safe side I said, "Hi, Sprite."
When she asked me what I thought so far, I knew she wanted to talk. In fact, we spent the full twenty-minute drive speaking to each other about many different topics. I couldn't help but smile at my good fortune.
"We're here," Firecracker said as she pulled into a space marked off with lines and stopped the car. "Welcome to our humble abode."
"It is truly humble," Spark joked. "It's called a motel. People stay in it when they vacation."
"Well," Sli said, and I could tell she was thinking hard, "We have two rooms, right? If the guys need a place to stay for the night we could all cram into one room and give the other to the guys."
"I guess," Mouth said, obviously not happy about giving it up.
"Oh, suck it up! We're only here for another two nights anyway," Spark cut in.
And that is how all of the sudden we ended up in the girls hotel rooms, sitting around listening to music and chatting about various things.