The first thing that JFK did as soon as he got out of that meat locker was to track down his friend, Julius Caesar.

Nobody could ever take the place of Ponce de Leon when it comes to being Kennedy's best friend, but it wouldn't be accurate to say that Caesar would be the closest person to fill that title.

The two of them have been friends since elementary school. They help each other out on projects, played playstation (original) on the weekends, and were never shy about sharing their newest sexual conquest stories.

If anybody can help him out with pretty much anything, it'd be none other than Caesar.

They hung around in Kennedy's room for a bit and briefly discussed what had happened to them earlier.

JFK finally said, "I'm not gonna lie to you, Caesar. I am, uh, feeling cheated on what would have been the best night of my life!"

"I feel the same way too, friend." Said Caesar. "It was quite crazy, what happened to us there. I'm still having trouble remembering everything. Would you say that you felt like you were in danger? I'm having trouble remembering."

JFK scratches his chin. "Danger? Nah, not really. Quite the opposite. I just got finished banging that Joan of Arc chick. She doesn't want anything to do with me, so I'll respect that. Hey, you know what we should do?"

"Oh, I think I have an idea."

"I'm gonna throw another one of my backyard parties!" JFK exclaims. "You already know what's coming to us! We were sixteen years old earlier… Now it's 2022… Technically, we're thirty-six years old now!"

Caesar chuckles. "We could legally purchase alcohol. Real alcohol. Not that fake stuff Abe had tricked us all into drinking that one time."

"Yeah yeah. It was a, uh, hilarious night." JFK waves him off. "But the night I'm planning will be anything but hilarious! It'll make winter prom feel like… Like middle school graduation! I'm talking crazy beyond crazy! It won't be anything like before!"

Caesar nods. "And what about the new students? Maybe they'd like to be a part of it too? We could send some invites out to them as well."

JFK crosses his arms. "Ha! What would we be inviting THEM for!? It wasn't their Winter Prom that, uh, got cut short!"

"So… no new students then?" Said Caesar.

"They're not like you and me, man." Said JFK. "Probably didn't know we even existed until, like, er uh, last week… or something.

No teenagers in our party!"

His first day back attending Clone High, JFK had heard the term 'millenial' from one of the new students. He wore that term with pride.


Children will still be children, even if they are thirty-six.

JFK and Caesar saw almost no trouble when purchasing that keg of beer. While the guy at the counter tried to object, there was just no arguing with their logic. The news of unfrozen people became local news. Not frontpage material either; it was on page six.

There is never a dull day in the Sunshine State.

Eight o clock came by much quicker than he thought.

For a while, it was like everybody hasn't been thrown into the future. There wasn't even a single smartphone in sight.

That feeling, however, didn't last long.

There's no denying that there's a certain atmosphere that isn't easy to describe. As much as he would like to ignore that he's in the future, it constantly hangs over his head. He also knows that deep down, the world has changed and it definitely isn't for the better.

Back in 2003, he thought he had everything figured out for his future. After High School, he'd attend Clone State College. After that, he'd establish a career path for himself somewhere outside of Florida.

He had overheard the new students talking to each other earlier today and it seems like everybody is going through with the same idea. His plans are nothing special.

The reality right now is that everybody has plans to get into college. Now it doesn't look nearly as appealing as it used to. Even if things go his way and he gets accepted, he knows colleges are also businesses. Tuition has most likely risen to almost disastrous levels and he's not looking forward to seeing the actual cost of attending.

He used to feel so special, having the DNA of one of the greatest presidents in American History. Now, it's like nothing even matters anymore at this point. As much as he tries to not think about his future, it's every bit as stressful to try to work things out.

The future is now way more uncertain than anything and there's nothing he can do about it.

He takes another look around at the students attending his party. He's feeling pretty sad right now, and he could almost sense it in everybody else. What on Earth could have prepared them for something like this.

He drinks a full cup of beer before walking around the backyard. Maybe some female companionship will allow him to take his mind off of things for a while. It's worked for him before.

And by 'female companionship,' he means sex.

He smiles as he fondly remembers Cleopatra. It's a real shame she wasn't able to show up to the party. She's probably off doing her own thing. That thing probably having something to do with appeasing those 'Gen Z' students.

It just feels so much like a waste of his time. These students may be in the same grade as he is right now, but they don't know anything about what the world was like before. They're always so focused looking down at their smartphones when they're not looking at anything else.

The difference between them and the students he's known all his life are night and day. Life was way happier back before everybody froze and that was because they all lived in the light. Everybody pulled together to clean up trash after the death of Ponce, and JFK became a stronger man because of it. What do these people know about getting through tragedy? They're more well equipped to deal with life than they were.

The sound of what sounds to be a lovely girl snaps him out of his thoughts. "HI!"
JFK took his time to look this girl over. She looks to be about his age and wearing some kind of aviation uniform. Like one that people used to wear in the early twentieth century.

Trying to put on the best face he can, he greets her.

"Hi! Are you, uh, enjoying the party?"

The girl giggles a little before getting closer to him.

"My name is Ameilia Earhart! It's so good to finally get to meet you!

You know, the original Ameilia Earhart was what many people call one of the world's most famous aviators! Born in 1897 and…"

As she continued pressing herself onto him, JFK, on instinct, backed away from her.

Over the years, he had made nearly a dozen lists of women that he'd like to sleep with. In all those lists, the names 'Amelia' or 'Earhart' have never once been written down.

This only made him draw a single conclusion: This broad isn't invited. She had invited herself and began getting attracted to him.

This truly is a situation that he would never wish on any enemy he had made or ever will make.

Earhart, and all the Gen Z girls are sixteen. All day, he kept telling himself that he is thirty-six.

Age isn't something that he can just bend in order to satisfy himself. He has to do the right thing and the right thing is what is expected of him by the rest of society. It doesn't matter at what point in history he finds himself in.

JFK felt grown, but he hasn't grown up. The freezer took care of that.

He's attending school with more than a hundred teenage girls, yet there's no way on Earth or in the deepest pits of Hell is he going to start treating them the way he's treated girls like he used to.

He had been sad before, but not that he's met Amelia Earhart, he's flat out depressed.

Earhart quit talking as soon as she saw Kennedy start to wipe his eyes.

"Um… Are you alright there, Kennedy?" She went on to hug his arm. "You want me to get anything for you?"

JFK sighs as he looks down at her. "Just what the heck was I doing throwing a party? Uh, Earhart, was it? I'm sorry for… dragging you into this. I'm an adult, and you're a teenager. There's… nothing between us."

Earhart lets go of his arm. "Hmm… You're no fun. You're not an adult either, you know? You just wanna act like one!"

She then storms off. "I'm gonna find somebody else for me to throw myself at!"

JFK sighs again before going after her. "No. Stop. Uh, you're drunk, aren't you? Leave us alone!"


Back in 2002, JFK's parties lasted long into the night.

This one, however, lasted just shy of two hours. There was really nothing to party about. Nobody attending felt like they were teenagers anymore. At least, not a teenager that is currently living in 2022.

Everybody cleaned up after themselves and went home. Getting ready for the school day ahead of them. As he laid in his bed, JFK hardly slept. He wished he could so his sadness could go away for a while.

He had to accept that this was his life now. Everything had been taken away from him and there's no way to get it back. The world has changed. Nobody would ever catch him saying this, but he is afraid.

He's never had to fear about the world forgetting him, but it already has. It had forgotten everybody that was in that freezer. There was just no other way to describe it.

He tries to remember Ponce's words. 'Life is shorter than you think, and there is no fountain of youth, so you gotta live each day like it was your last.'

Remembering his dear friend's smiling face was enough to make him more sad.

How would Ponce live life in the year 2022? What would have he been doing differently had he not died that day? Would he be just as sad as he is?

These questions would remain unanswered as he kept thinking of Ponce. It all proved too much for him as he broke down and cried himself to sleep later that night.

I did say that I would be writing a different story, didn't I?