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You know those days where you wake up and think, 'Today is going to be fricking great'? Yeah. This was one of those days.

A few minutes ago was probably the first time ever that I didn't mind waking up at six-thirty in the morning to go to the crappiest high school in Los Angelos. Deep Cover blasted from my 90s-style alarm clock, and I slapped it without breaking off the top for once. I never get tired of that song, even if I do hear the chorus pretty much every morning. Hard to believe that song came out almost 175 years ago.

I also realized that I really need a haircut. My blonde hair was starting to get in my eyes, which really annoys me. Especially when Emmy gets her slobber all over her hand then just swipes it across my forehead so she can see me clearly. Gross.

Rolling out of bed so that I can open my opaque-black blinds, I yawn and scratch my stomach like any hot guy does in the morning. I'm sorta proud of the six-pack down there, it took a year and a half of blood, sweat, and tears to shape those. Okay, so more sweat than the other two, but whatever.

Light floods into the room and I cough, noticing some chicks already walking to school. What gives, class doesn't start for another hour. Morons. Normally I'd jump right out there to try and flirt or something, but they didn't look all that great and it was too early.

Right on time to get dressed to kill, Vertigo started playing on the radio. Man, those classic rock stations just do not get enough attention these days. I cranked it up, knowing that Frank probably would just grumble and guzzle like normal.

I slipped on some baggy dark jeans and a Fallout Boy tee, my faves. Pretty much the only modern thing that I wear are the kicks, which are just translucent grey slip-ons that you can custom order to display different patterns or animations. Mine are just a basic smoky black design that swirl around to make skulls every now and then. Technology is weird, but hey, you get used to it.

My cherry-red Hagstrom Swede sits in the corner of my cave in all its glory, with not a speck of dust or anything on it. It's my pride and joy, and I guess you can say I'm pretty good at playing it. My grandfather killed while playing Boston songs with it, which inspired me to learn. Nothing else is better.

Now, normally guys don't take forty-five minutes in the morning to get ready, but I'm not a normal guy. I'm one of around maybe one-hundred people who haven't left the Hipster and Below Eras, even less for the grunge decade. I wish I could go back, people nowadays are goody two-shoes who have no idea how to have a good time. Excluding my crew of four, of course.

Playing the drums is probably one thing that I wish I could play most. I'm not super coordinated, but man I wish I was. While I brush my already-pearly-whites, I tap my finger to the bridge of another U2 song I don't know very well. The station must be going through a specific playlist today, normally this doesn't happen. I don't mind though, this stuff is great.

I hear a crash then a string of curses coming from the living room, which turns my attention to the drone of Family Guy reruns. The TV was probably on all night, he hardly ever walked away from that thing. Once I was ready I shut the stereo off and walked out with a roll of my eyes. The old man was staring at a pin-sized cut on his hand, with shattered beer glass by his side.

"You alright, Frank?"
"Ah, son... Clean this up when you get home. I'm not sure where the dustpan is."
"Yeah, okay. It'll be at least twelve hours though, I'm getting that car today." I rocked on my heels real quick with a smile. I almost forgot why I was so happy until I remembered that I was picking up my Porsche today. Man it was old and dingy, but she would be a beauty after getting patched up a bit. I still pray that Frank won't ask to help with my project, I don't need his drunk ass stumbling over the wax and tools.

"Aha, yes, now I remember..." Frank laughed with a wheeze that sent up the strong smell of booze up to my nose. I sniffed and coughed, it was overwhelming. That was one thing I hadn't yet gotten used to. "Don't take the bike today, it's supposed to rain and the roads are gonna be slippy."
I ignored how he stumbled over the last word and looked out the window. The sun was shining, but I wasn't about to get in an argument with him. "Come on, Frank..." I eased into the proposal. "I was gonna take her for a ride today. It's been almost a month, she misses it." There was no need for me to explain who I was talking about, Emmy was the only girl that I'd ever talk to him about. The rest of my life was unknown to him, and he didn't question it.
"Another time." He turned back to the TV with a heavy sigh, looked around for a bottle, then gave up and lied down on his side. This conversation was pointless, it's not like he would care if I got into an accident or not out there.

I left all the same. With my backpack full of homework I didn't do slinging over one shoulder, I walked out onto my overgrown driveway. My house, yes, my house, sticks out like a sore thumb in this neighborhood. The yellow stones look like they came fresh out of 2030, and the triangular roof is well, too old to put a date on it. The other houses were metallic, white, and perfectly rectangular. Presidents Wasch and Didrick introduced a new style about ten years ago that supposedly preserves energy, and of course everyone immediately fell for the idea and got their houses remodeled. What a load of idiots.

After quickly running my hand over the beauty that is my Zero S, I grabbed my skateboard instead and head out of the neighborhood towards the gate that met the Reids'. As much as I didn't want to listen to my father, I also didn't want to get into another argument. Hell, he's no father. He's just some guy that hangs around at home and complains when I haven't paid the rent yet. Luckily it's cheap, I don't earn much from my job at Newtown Recordings. People stopped buying CDs seventy-five years ago, but the vintage stuff is still a popular collectors' item among some. We have some regulars who give us most of our profit.

The sisters were already there by the gate, and I laughed a little when I see that Stacy was already dumping something onto Emmy Girl. How could she yell at seven-thirty in the morning? Sheesh.

"Quit complaining about the stupid eyeshadow set. Elle will buy you a new one if you ask, just don't ask my dad for any favors. He's too cheap to- Oh, Luky you're here!" Completely ignoring me, as usual, she sauntered over to where Luke was and gave him a tight squeeze. He just smiled sweetly and hugged her back like it's nothing. What a guy.
Emmy rubbed her shoulder a little and then looked at me with her big emeralds. I swear something happened during her surgery to make her eyes look greener, they're almost unnatural.
"Danny Boy, are we still going to get that car?! I'm sooooo excited, it looks amazing!" Boy, she sure knows how to change her mood from hurt to happy in a second. I love that.
"Yeah, Babe. I'm ditching seventh to get there early so I can take it for a spin. Come with?" I hopped off my board and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to my side.

I was surprised to see her frown and shuffle her feet a little. "Weren't you taking Michella? I was going to meet you there so you two could have... Alone time." I chuckled and shook my head. Her hesitation before 'Alone time' was cute. She knew we would makeout in the back of Frank's car when there weren't other people around. She caught us once from outside, but I pretended not to see her. Ever since then she would leave the two of us alone when we were together when possible, since tongue bathing wasn't so popular with the adults these days. Nothing was.

"I dumped her last night. She wanted an open relationship." Losing her didn't bother me that much, she was pretty conformed to society anyway.
"Oh! Um, sorry!" She did a little hop to the side, making her pink chiffon dress ripple. She looked pretty in 2010s-ware, as her ombre hair suggested even more. The four of us were interesting, we stuck out in the crowd because of our throwback attitudes. Like we cared, though. Blending in was no fun. Stacy was wearing modern jeans with a triangular crop top from around thirty years ago. I have to admit that she's pretty hot, but she's also an absolute bitch and Emmy's sister. I wouldn't go there. She has this painfully obvious flirty-crush thingy on Lucas, but he's such a ditz I doubt he's noticed. The country kid was wearing a mint-green plaid shirt over almost the same jeans as I was wearing. Polished, but he was playing it cool. He's undeniably gentle for a Beddy, another reason I like him.

"You know, Em, saying out loud that I fired her from Daniel Schwarz Inc. makes me sound pretty cool. I think I'll skip school altogether." Haha, I'm so badass.
"You're stupid." Emmy giggled and put a finger to my lips, giving me a little shock with that cute grin of hers.
"Ow!" I rubbed my lip then bit it, looking cross. Sometimes I forget she's Shocktype, she doesn't use it often. "Abusing your powers? Emelia. Come on."
"Was not! You're being too proud again. And, fine! I'll tell the teachers you're sick." She crossed her arms with a defiant look, but the way her lip quivered I could tell she was trying hard not to smile. I love that kid.
"Thanks, Babe." I laughed and ruffled her hair a little before hopping back on my board. "See you at three."
I ride off just to see the two stepsisters climbing each on one of Lucas's shoulders, and him standing back up like they're feathers. Sometimes I feel unimportant around him, but I have to admit that he's a great guy.

-- 3:34 --

"What the hell?! You promised me that car, Chuck! I even paid for it on the spot!" I've been scammed. Ruined. Bashizzled. Whatever you call it. I slammed my hands on the counter, hoping that I looked scary enough to make him cringe a little. The car dealer, who also happened to be in the black market, didn't budge.
"Another funny looking guy came in yesterday with three times as much, wanting the exact car. I didn't turn him down, here's your cash." Chuck handed me an envelope that I snatched up, turning around.
"I can't believe this. I'll make sure that nobody buys a car here every again." I huffed under my breath. Stacy's the queen of gossip. She'd help me run this place down. I stormed out of the small shop near the parking lot and looked to my right for a flash of green.
Emmy was running over, a bright smile on her face. She still had her backpack on, she must have just come from school. I know she saw me through when her smile turned into a surprised look. She stopped, took a few breaths, then grabbed my arm. "What happened? Why do you look so angry?!"
"The damn dealer gave the car to some other guy with more money." This was my one chance to get out, I can't afford anything else. Frank's car is a piece of crap and too expensive to take care of anymore.
"But, isn't that it over there?" She looked past me and I turned around to see my baby parked there. It hadn't been picked up yet, thank God.

"Quick!" I took Emmy's wrist and sprinted over to where my car sat just as the weirdest-looking guy I have ever seen walked up to it.
He looked like something straight out of a band poster. Porcelain skin, extremely light blonde, chiseled features. Plus, he was wearing aviator shades with an outfit no one would ever wear in Los Angelos. Black skinny jeans, checkered Vans, white tee. Definitely not from around here. He leaned against the car then casually looked over at us like he expected us to be there.
"You two got a problem? You're in my way, I need to back out you know." He smirked and lifted his shades up. I drew in my breath when I saw bright purple eyes staring back at me. He was so intense, but at the same time natural. I couldn't even explain it. My hand was shaking and I let go of Emmy, looking at her. Come on, Em. Shock him. Do something. Send him across the lot. I knew that she couldn't read my mind, but I looked at her and expected it anyway. She was frozen to the spot, her eyes wide. Her lips were slightly parted, and she wasn't blinking either. She looked starstruck.
"Emelia." She didn't budge.

This was embarrassing, we both probably looked like we'd seen ghosts. Then again, the kid standing across from me practically was one.
"You know, it's alright. I can drive sideways." I didn't appreciate his sarcasm, but what could I say? I was scared to talk to him and I didn't even know why. He looked at the two of us one last time then let out this little laugh-type-thing, a small spark travelling through his lips for a millisecond.

Oh.

That's why.

The guy stooped into my car and started it, then before I could even shout something he was gone after maneuvering around us.

"D-did you see-"
"Yeah." My muscles let loose a little and I gazed at the road he left on. Forget the car. I wasn't about to forget that little show anytime soon.

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You know those days where you wake up and think, 'Today is going to be fricking great'? Yeah. This was one of those days.

A few minutes ago was probably the first time ever that I didn't mind waking up at six-thirty in the morning to go to the crappiest high school in Los Angelos. Deep Cover blasted from my 90s-style alarm clock, and I slapped it without breaking off the top for once. I never get tired of that song, even if I do hear the chorus pretty much every morning. Hard to believe that song came out almost 175 years ago.

I also realized that I really need a haircut. My blonde hair was starting to get in my eyes, which really annoys me. Especially when Emmy gets her slobber all over her hand then just swipes it across my forehead so she can see me clearly. Gross.

Rolling out of bed so that I can open my opaque-black blinds, I yawn and scratch my stomach like any hot guy does in the morning. I'm sorta proud of the six-pack down there, it took a year and a half of blood, sweat, and tears to shape those. Okay, so more sweat than the other two, but whatever.

Light floods into the room and I cough, noticing some chicks already walking to school. What gives, class doesn't start for another hour. Morons. Normally I'd jump right out there to try and flirt or something, but they didn't look all that great and it was too early.

Right on time to get dressed to kill, Vertigo started playing on the radio. Man, those classic rock stations just do not get enough attention these days. I cranked it up, knowing that Frank probably would just grumble and guzzle like normal.

I slipped on some baggy dark jeans and a Fallout Boy tee, my faves. Pretty much the only modern thing that I wear are the kicks, which are just translucent grey slip-ons that you can custom order to display different patterns or animations. Mine are just a basic smoky black design that swirl around to make skulls every now and then. Technology is weird, but hey, you get used to it.

My cherry-red Hagstrom Swede sits in the corner of my cave in all its glory, with not a speck of dust or anything on it. It's my pride and joy, and I guess you can say I'm pretty good at playing it. My grandfather killed while playing Boston songs with it, which inspired me to learn. Nothing else is better.

Now, normally guys don't take forty-five minutes in the morning to get ready, but I'm not a normal guy. I'm one of around maybe one-hundred people who haven't left the Hipster and Below Eras, even less for the grunge decade. I wish I could go back, people nowadays are goody two-shoes who have no idea how to have a good time. Excluding my crew of four, of course.

Playing the drums is probably one thing that I wish I could play most. I'm not super coordinated, but man I wish I was. While I brush my already-pearly-whites, I tap my finger to the bridge of another U2 song I don't know very well. The station must be going through a specific playlist today, normally this doesn't happen. I don't mind though, this stuff is great.

I hear a crash then a string of curses coming from the living room, which turns my attention to the drone of Family Guy reruns. The TV was probably on all night, he hardly ever walked away from that thing. Once I was ready I shut the stereo off and walked out with a roll of my eyes. The old man was staring at a pin-sized cut on his hand, with shattered beer glass by his side.

"You alright, Frank?"
"Ah, son... Clean this up when you get home. I'm not sure where the dustpan is."
"Yeah, okay. It'll be at least twelve hours though, I'm getting that car today." I rocked on my heels real quick with a smile. I almost forgot why I was so happy until I remembered that I was picking up my Porsche today. Man it was old and dingy, but she would be a beauty after getting patched up a bit. I still pray that Frank won't ask to help with my project, I don't need his drunk ass stumbling over the wax and tools.

"Aha, yes, now I remember..." Frank laughed with a wheeze that sent up the strong smell of booze up to my nose. I sniffed and coughed, it was overwhelming. That was one thing I hadn't yet gotten used to. "Don't take the bike today, it's supposed to rain and the roads are gonna be slippy."
I ignored how he stumbled over the last word and looked out the window. The sun was shining, but I wasn't about to get in an argument with him. "Come on, Frank..." I eased into the proposal. "I was gonna take her for a ride today. It's been almost a month, she misses it." There was no need for me to explain who I was talking about, Emmy was the only girl that I'd ever talk to him about. The rest of my life was unknown to him, and he didn't question it.
"Another time." He turned back to the TV with a heavy sigh, looked around for a bottle, then gave up and lied down on his side. This conversation was pointless, it's not like he would care if I got into an accident or not out there.

I left all the same. With my backpack full of homework I didn't do slinging over one shoulder, I walked out onto my overgrown driveway. My house, yes, my house, sticks out like a sore thumb in this neighborhood. The yellow stones look like they came fresh out of 2030, and the triangular roof is well, too old to put a date on it. The other houses were metallic, white, and perfectly rectangular. Presidents Wasch and Didrick introduced a new style about ten years ago that supposedly preserves energy, and of course everyone immediately fell for the idea and got their houses remodeled. What a load of idiots.

After quickly running my hand over the beauty that is my Zero S, I grabbed my skateboard instead and head out of the neighborhood towards the gate that met the Reids'. As much as I didn't want to listen to my father, I also didn't want to get into another argument. Hell, he's no father. He's just some guy that hangs around at home and complains when I haven't paid the rent yet. Luckily it's cheap, I don't earn much from my job at Newtown Recordings. People stopped buying CDs seventy-five years ago, but the vintage stuff is still a popular collectors' item among some. We have some regulars who give us most of our profit.

The sisters were already there by the gate, and I laughed a little when I see that Stacy was already dumping something onto Emmy Girl. How could she yell at seven-thirty in the morning? Sheesh.

"Quit complaining about the stupid eyeshadow set. Elle will buy you a new one if you ask, just don't ask my dad for any favors. He's too cheap to- Oh, Luky you're here!" Completely ignoring me, as usual, she sauntered over to where Luke was and gave him a tight squeeze. He just smiled sweetly and hugged her back like it's nothing. What a guy.
Emmy rubbed her shoulder a little and then looked at me with her big emeralds. I swear something happened during her surgery to make her eyes look greener, they're almost unnatural.
"Danny Boy, are we still going to get that car?! I'm sooooo excited, it looks amazing!" Boy, she sure knows how to change her mood from hurt to happy in a second. I love that.
"Yeah, Babe. I'm ditching seventh to get there early so I can take it for a spin. Come with?" I hopped off my board and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to my side.

I was surprised to see her frown and shuffle her feet a little. "Weren't you taking Michella? I was going to meet you there so you two could have... Alone time." I chuckled and shook my head. Her hesitation before 'Alone time' was cute. She knew we would makeout in the back of Frank's car when there weren't other people around. She caught us once from outside, but I pretended not to see her. Ever since then she would leave the two of us alone when we were together when possible, since tongue bathing wasn't so popular with the adults these days. Nothing was.

"I dumped her last night. She wanted an open relationship." Losing her didn't bother me that much, she was pretty conformed to society anyway.
"Oh! Um, sorry!" She did a little hop to the side, making her pink chiffon dress ripple. She looked pretty in 2010s-ware, as her ombre hair suggested even more. The four of us were interesting, we stuck out in the crowd because of our throwback attitudes. Like we cared, though. Blending in was no fun. Stacy was wearing modern jeans with a triangular crop top from around thirty years ago. I have to admit that she's pretty hot, but she's also an absolute bitch and Emmy's sister. I wouldn't go there. She has this painfully obvious flirty-crush thingy on Lucas, but he's such a ditz I doubt he's noticed. The country kid was wearing a mint-green plaid shirt over almost the same jeans as I was wearing. Polished, but he was playing it cool. He's undeniably gentle for a Beddy, another reason I like him.

"You know, Em, saying out loud that I fired her from Daniel Schwarz Inc. makes me sound pretty cool. I think I'll skip school altogether." Haha, I'm so badass.
"You're stupid." Emmy giggled and put a finger to my lips, giving me a little shock with that cute grin of hers.
"Ow!" I rubbed my lip then bit it, looking cross. Sometimes I forget she's Shocktype, she doesn't use it often. "Abusing your powers? Emelia. Come on."
"Was not! You're being too proud again. And, fine! I'll tell the teachers you're sick." She crossed her arms with a defiant look, but the way her lip quivered I could tell she was trying hard not to smile. I love that kid.
"Thanks, Babe." I laughed and ruffled her hair a little before hopping back on my board. "See you at three."
I ride off just to see the two stepsisters climbing each on one of Lucas's shoulders, and him standing back up like they're feathers. Sometimes I feel unimportant around him, but I have to admit that he's a great guy.

-- 3:34 --

"What the hell?! You promised me that car, Chuck! I even paid for it on the spot!" I've been scammed. Ruined. Bashizzled. Whatever you call it. I slammed my hands on the counter, hoping that I looked scary enough to make him cringe a little. The car dealer, who also happened to be in the black market, didn't budge.
"Another funny looking guy came in yesterday with three times as much, wanting the exact car. I didn't turn him down, here's your cash." Chuck handed me an envelope that I snatched up, turning around.
"I can't believe this. I'll make sure that nobody buys a car here every again." I huffed under my breath. Stacy's the queen of gossip. She'd help me run this place down. I stormed out of the small shop near the parking lot and looked to my right for a flash of green.
Emmy was running over, a bright smile on her face. She still had her backpack on, she must have just come from school. I know she saw me through when her smile turned into a surprised look. She stopped, took a few breaths, then grabbed my arm. "What happened? Why do you look so angry?!"
"The damn dealer gave the car to some other guy with more money." This was my one chance to get out, I can't afford anything else. Frank's car is a piece of crap and too expensive to take care of anymore.
"But, isn't that it over there?" She looked past me and I turned around to see my baby parked there. It hadn't been picked up yet, thank God.

"Quick!" I took Emmy's wrist and sprinted over to where my car sat just as the weirdest-looking guy I have ever seen walked up to it.
He looked like something straight out of a band poster. Porcelain skin, extremely light blonde, chiseled features. Plus, he was wearing aviator shades with an outfit no one would ever wear in Los Angelos. Black skinny jeans, checkered Vans, white tee. Definitely not from around here. He leaned against the car then casually looked over at us like he expected us to be there.
"You two got a problem? You're in my way, I need to back out you know." He smirked and lifted his shades up. I drew in my breath when I saw bright purple eyes staring back at me. He was so intense, but at the same time natural. I couldn't even explain it. My hand was shaking and I let go of Emmy, looking at her. Come on, Em. Shock him. Do something. Send him across the lot. I knew that she couldn't read my mind, but I looked at her and expected it anyway. She was frozen to the spot, her eyes wide. Her lips were slightly parted, and she wasn't blinking either. She looked starstruck.
"Emelia." She didn't budge.

This was embarrassing, we both probably looked like we'd seen ghosts. Then again, the kid standing across from me practically was one.
"You know, it's alright. I can drive sideways." I didn't appreciate his sarcasm, but what could I say? I was scared to talk to him and I didn't even know why. He looked at the two of us one last time then let out this little laugh-type-thing, a small spark travelling through his lips for a millisecond.

Oh.

That's why.

The guy stooped into my car and started it, then before I could even shout something he was gone after maneuvering around us.

"D-did you see-"
"Yeah." My muscles let loose a little and I gazed at the road he left on. Forget the car. I wasn't about to forget that little show anytime soon.