Ptwista: Hi! I'm back...Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays if you celebrate something different. I don't own the snip it of the song "Friends are Friends Forever" by Michael W. Smith or the perfect graduation song by Vitamin C.
It was about 5:30. The moon had begun to set and the sun began to rise. The stars in the sky began to fade from the morning light. 2-T and Do-Wah, and the girls (excluding Bianca) zipped home. B.Bop and Bianca however, stayed behind for just a minute.
Bianca sat up against B.Bop's OMAB with him right beside her. They stared into the sky in pure silence, trying to absorb their thoughts. Everything they'd done, even they were amazed at how they did it all—figuring out Marc's plan, getting Marc to switch bodies with Bianca before it went under way, pretending you're under body control and against your friend, saving Gabi from something that could've eaten her body from the inside out ultimately killing her, sending Marc one a one way trip to oblivion, and managing to laugh about it, which they did, about three seconds after everyone else left.
They gained control of themselves and sighed happily.
"This was probably our best one yet," said B.Bop heartily.
"You always were a master," said Bianca.
"Well," said B.Bop, he leaned on one knee, "I'm nothing without my,"—he stood up completely—"lovely assistant," he said with a "gentlemen's" voice and bowed to her.
"Oh, shut up," said Bianca through laughs.
B.Bop chuckled and said "Come on. Let's go home." He reached his hand out to her and she took it. Through hops and limps, B.Bop helped Bianca eventually take a position behind him on his OMAB. He zipped her home and slowed down when he came to her room's balcony. He landed perfectly and helped Bianca off. There was a wooden framed glass door with ember-colored handles leading to her room. Bianca pulled one of her earrings out and jiggled it in the latch. A click was heard and one of the handles turned straight down. Bianca pulled it up and the door opened. B.Bop let Bianca lean on him and they entered her room. B.Bop really liked Bianca's room. Unlike her sisters' rooms it had a sense of normality.
In the room there were two dome dimmer lights, both of them off, with the gold round switch in the middle of the room. A reddish-brown and gold tapestry rug with her family's coat of arms on it lay at the foot of her bed. Right beside her bed was her closet. It had a revolving white-wood door but the inside of it was known to hold only her clothes. A great and easily noticed part of the room was her vanity. The mirror was in a beautiful silver frame, with the owners name on it in rhinestones. It was a part of the wall, but you couldn't tell with the large dresser in front of it. It was wooden, and a shade of what looked like white paint with a drop of brown. Antique glass perfume bottles, lotions and other beauty care products were on top, where as on the bottom a multi-colored beaded flap where a purring creature's blue eyes gleamed softly.
Her bed was probably the best point of the room. It had been made with coffee-colored sheets, a special gold symbol embroidered on the comforter and pillows, and a folded top edge revealed the under sheet, a soft caramel shade of brown. Two small white satin slippers, sat on top of a dark-brown ottoman. Bianca snatched them as B.Bop carried her to her bed. She tried to throw the comforter just enough to sleep underneath it, but pull threw it too hard and the comforter and sheet nearly fell off the bed. They both laughed softly and B.Bop put her into bed. They hauled the sheets back up and Bianca wriggled under their weight. She couldn't help but smile. B.Bop smiled back at her.
Packing up the
dreams God planted
In the fertile soil of you
Can't believe the hopes He's granted
Means a chapter in
your life is through
But we'll keep you close as always
It won't even seem you've gone
'Cause our hearts in big and small ways
Will keep the love that keeps us strong
"You did a great job tonight," said B.Bop. Bianca sat up
"Thanks," she whispered. He sat at the edge of her bed. "I really am gonna miss you," said B.Bop leaning toward her.
"I'll miss you too, but we have summer," said Bianca. He stood back up, smiled widely and hugged her. He let her go, pushed the curtains behind either door, and then headed outside to his bike.As his bike hovered up, he saluted her with his index and middle finger through the window and yelled, "See ya at graduation!" She saluted the same way back, folded her arms at him and shook her head. But she was smiling as he drove off.
And friends are
friends forever
If the Lord's the Lord of them
And a friend
will not say "never"
'Cause the welcome will not
end
Though it's hard to let you go
In the Father's hands we
know
That a lifetime's not too long...to live as friends.
Four and half hours later, it was their official graduation. The graduates were in the school's courtyard. The grass had all the shades of blue imaginable, it sparkled like sapphires. Chairs were arranged according to the ranks and had shades of white—for Corporals, gray—for the Technology Commanders, and glimmering silver seats—for the Commanders. The boys were in navy gowns, the girls were in powder blue, all their mortarboards' tassels were yellow with gold holders reading "2051". They were sitting in the seats listening to the most revered part of graduation—the valedictorian speech. This year, the honor belonged to Bianca. The girls were all standing around her looking and smiling as she finished her speech.
Her final words were, "The graduates before us today, I was proud to be your classmate, and even prouder to be your friend." She shot her right arm in the air and yelled "Class of 2051!" An explosion of applause came from the graduates. Then the best part came, Bianca had written a song for graduation and had gotten permission from the board to perform it with her sisters. The girls slipped off their gowns and into matching dresses the same colors of their seats. A slow introduction began playing.
And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of that night in June
I didn't know much of love
But it came too soon
And there was me and you
And then we got real cool
Stay at home talking on the telephone with me
We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared
Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair
And this is how it feels
As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
Come whatever
We will still be
Friends forever
So if we get the big jobs
And we make the big money
When we look back now
Will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
And this is how it feels
As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
Come whatever
We will still be
Friends forever
La, la, la, la
Yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la
We will still be friends forever
Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there?
Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it's like we're women and men
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town?
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
Come whatever
We will still be
Friends forever
As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
Come whatever
We will still be
Friends forever
As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
Come whatever
We will still be
Friends forever
After the song ended, everyone was on their feet clapping and screaming happily. The girls put their gowns back on. Bianca put the mike back on its stand and stepped down with her sisters off the stage. Everyone exchanged greetings with each other, took photos, laughed at the yearbook, and cried tears of joy. The twins set off to find 2-T and Do-Wah, while Bianca searched for B.Bop.
"Hey!" yelled a voice. Bianca turned on her heel and saw B.Bop in a silvery version of his typical Commander uniform. they ran towards each other, both with diplomas in hand.
"So," said B.Bop, "What are you doing for the summer?"
"Well, the girls and I have to go to the planet we're going to be studying in the fall for about two weeks. Think you can survive without me?" She asked playfully shoving him.
He sputtered, chuckling and said, "Only if you v-mail me everyday."
She smiled at him.
"When are you leaving?" he asked.
She shrugged, "Tomorrow."
That next day, B.Bop and the Martians were at the pod launch to say goodbye. Teresa, Debbie, 2-T and Do-Wah had exchanged their goodbyes and left B.Bop and Bianca to theirs.
"2 weeks?" B.Bop asked Bianca, whose head was down.
"2 weeks," she echoed lifting her head slowly.
B.Bop took something from behind his back. It was a blue and white brightly wrapped thin and square gift.
"Just in case get home sick," he simply said and he gave her a quick wink. She couldn't control herself. She jumped into B.Bop's arms with such force that he nearly fell over, but he stayed on his feet, and returned her powerful hug with equal force. From the shadowed entrance of the rover pod, Gabi was watching the whole scene. She had tears running down her face and she was holding herself, but she was smiling...
She walked back into the pod. 'Never again,' she thought. "Never again," she whispered.
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