B.I.M.I.

Dedications

 

I know that I have done plenty of foolish things in my days, but I will not be foolish enough to take you for granted and mess up this lovely relationship with such a magnificent, marvelous lady. Whatever your beautiful heart desires... Whatever your loving soul feind... It will forever be my command that you will have it.

 

leave it all up to me and I'll make certain that every moment of your life is a moment of satisfaction. You are my addiction, all I crave Is your love.

 

To you know who... You are the light at the end of the tunnel, you shine through with no effort and guide my travel. You brought me joy when I felt anger, peace when I felt Restless. You gave me loyalty when so many betrayed me and love when I felt hated. You made me feel free in my mind although my body was trapped.

 

I have absolutely no idea what I could have done in this life or the past, to deserve to be continuously blessed by having such a Beautiful, Adorable, Joyful, Hypnotic, Admireable and Wonderful, Original, Outstanding, Desirable, Essential, Natural, woman in my life.

 

- Precious Y26DSZ

 

!Disclosure!

 

A story by Mr. Anayveace Himself

 

The first thing that readers should know about BlackMan, IrishMan, MexiCan, and poor little Miss I'Lean from Iran,(B.I.M.I.) is that "you" the reader must have an extreme sense of humor. This story will get very touchy on many subjects and situations that many people may find offensive. To name a few, B.I.M.I. will go very deep into racism, making fun of the overweight, disabled, homosexual, and more. This is a fair warning, if you cannot take these things as joking matters, then this is not for you.

 

 

About B.I.M.I.

 

 

B.I.M.I. is a group of four college students at a university called Universal Technology for a Marvelous Tomorrow (U.T.M.T.).

The group consists of four highly intelligent

students who teams up with a young

beautiful woman named Bella who they

later finds out his pants are missing link.

 

The group invent a machine amongst

many others that allows them along

with Bella to travel back and forth

through timelines. But what they will

eventually figure out is that every time

they travel through time line they're

actually returning to a totally different

dimension.

 

This puts the group and their new edition, Bella on a mission to find their way back to their original dimension.

 

Will they ever overcome the impossible odds that are stacked against them, or will they be lost forever?

 

Introductions

 

Four friends, they were as close as a homeless family on a cold winter night. Amongst them was a black kid named Frank. A promising young black kid who- wait ... what? Sorry, Frank has been shot down on his way to his own graduation.

 

So, we're going to bring in his replacement, Jeff. Now, Jeff is another young black kid who... shit, that was close. Jeff seems to be okay, for now.

 

He was young, but a high school basketball star before he became a college nerd. And yes he like rap music and Jordan sneakers, so what? That's not racial profiling at all.

 

Jeff met Patrick when they were in Middle School. Even then, Patrick was the brightest kid in the entire school. No, literally. Patrick's skin could glow in the dark. You never seen a whiter kid.

 

Patrick loves himself a bottle of Scotch in the stacks you could smell it seeping through his skin. No is not because of him being Irish. He just loves a nice bottle or two, sometimes three. Yes, at least three.

 

Now, Carlos, he is and always has been known for his ability to fix anything. I don't think that it's a Mexican thing. But he could fix a sink, refrigerator, a Friendship, a pot of coffee (however you like it), a political problem and all with a brick, duct tape, a screwdriver and a few lines of powder coke.

 

And what could be said about poor little Ms. I'lean from Iran? That just about sums her up.

 

Now, to give you a more familiar background of the B.I.M.I. crew, here's a story, starting at the beginning of one of their days.

 

Chapter 1:

 

Who Run This Group

 

"C'mon bro, needa get in here!" Carlos, stood in the doorway of the bathroom, telling Jeff, who was at the sink, brushing his teeth.

"C'mon bro, needa get in here!" Carlos, stood in doorway of the bathroom, telling Jeff, who was at the sink, brushing his teeth.

 

"Dude, I'm not stopping you from taking a dump," Jeff said with a mouth full of toothpaste.

 

"I really gota go, I gota take a crap bad, bro!" Carlos spoke with a deep Spanish accent.

 

"Just go ahead, I'm not done yet."

 

"What if-" Carlos's voice went soft and innocent as he stood there holding his stomach. "What if I look up and you're looking at me? I don't want us to lock eyes."

 

Jeff just shot him a dumbfounded look. Carlos, couldn't hold on any longer. He ran behind Jeff and headed straight for the toilet. As soon as he set down, Jeff cringed at the sound of the loudest, wettest farts mixed with the sounds of splashing water.

 

"Oh, hell no, bro!" Jeff yelled and took off running out of the bathroom with his mouth still full of toothpaste and his toothbrush in his hand.

 

"Shut the door, bro!" Carlos pleaded.

 

"Let's go, lads. We're going to be late for the first class of the day." Patrick announced with extreme excitement. The three of them sped out of their unit and rushed to the University, inside and down the halls.

 

"I think we're already late, thanks to Carlos, taking an hour-long crap." Jeff, set forth, as they walked down the empty halls. Once they reached the end of the hall, a man jumped out in front of them.

 

His voice was soft, like a man whispering, using feminine word play, "I'sss bet yousss didn't her me coming." the Janitor, smiled, "That'sss cause I'sss got my sssneaky ssshoesss on. I'sss can alwaysss sssneak up on y'allsss. I'sss call these my sssneakersss!" He snickered.

 

"Man, what's wrong with you, why are you always whispering like that?" Jeff questioned.

 

"Yea." Carlos, chimed in. "and why do you still work here after all of the damn complaints?

 

The Janitor, took a second to look around at all three boys, then said, "I'sss tried to get a job at Dicksss. When they askked me what position Isss best at, I'sss sssaid, I'sss mastered them all but, I'sss perfer from the back. But, I'sss also enjoy starting down low and working my way up. They ssseemed ssso confussed. Isss had to ask, I'sss need to know, isss y'allsss open? They sssaid, sure we isss. I'sss sssaid, oh, why'sss y'all acting down low?"

 

"Dude, Dicks, is a sporting goods store." Carlos, made clear.

 

"I'sss know now. I'sss wasss ssso disssappointed." the Janitor, confessed in his very soft whispering tone as he shook his head and walked towards the boys, looking sad. "I'sss need a hugsss." he extended his arms.

 

"Move! We're late for our class!" Jeff pushed past the Janitor and the other two followed.

 

"Oh, Jeff, yousss ssso ssstrong! Yousss shoulda' been a real basketball player, instead of hanging out with nerdsss." he smiled, the added, "Rememberrrr… I'sss got my sssneakersss on for y'aaallsss."

 

Finally, the three of them made their way to their class, "I can't believe we're late on the day that we present our invention, lads." Patrick, mumbled as they went to enter the classroom.

 

"So, therefore, my stool doesn't need anything beyond the seat and the remote to control the leveling." Tommy, an obese kid stood at the front of the class presenting a floating chair seat, which had no legs to support it. He used the remote to move the stool back and forth and to raise and lower it as well.

 

"Wow! You found a way to make a chair float to you so that you no longer have to go get it or carry it. Way to market indolence." the professor, Mr. Cuchiyo, said. "I bet students all over get tired of currying chairs."

 

"His fat ass get tired trying to curry a conversation," Jeff whispered.

"Good job, Tommy." Mr. Cuchiyo clapped and the majority of the class clapped along.

 

Jeff, Patrick, and Carlos found their seats next to their lab partner, who is confined to a wheelchair. "Hey, guys. You are soo late," she said, but it was hard to tell who she was looking at, due to her wandering eye's

 

"Ok," Mr. Cuchiyo, spoke out. "Just in time boys. You almost failed one of the biggest tests of this course." he waved the group up to the front of the class.

 

As they walked up, Tommy, bumped Carlos hard, and Carlos almost fell. "Move it burrito," Tommy mumbled.

 

"What was that Tommy?" the teacher asked.

 

"Nothing, Mr. Coochie Swole." blurted, Tommy as he took his seat.

 

"It's Cuchiyo!" he said, in honor of his name.

 

The girl in the wheelchair grabbed the items from her table and placed them in her lap and went up to the front of the class.

 

"Hey, my name is I'Lean Walker and I am from Iran.

 

The class spoke out, in unison, "Hi, I'Lean!" some giggled and some flat out laughed at her. But, I'Lean was use to the jokes by now. She'd survived them all through grade school.

 

"Why do she always get to show every single invention, every single time?" Carlos, questioned.

 

"She thinks she runs the group, Lads?" Patrick, inquired.

 

She just ignored them and begun the presentation, "This device," she snatched ta cover from over the small machine that set in her lap. "It's a little thing I created to allow every person in the world to be able to communicate with one another."

 

"I'Lean? How could you just stand there and-" Jeff, was cut short by an elbow from Patrick, before he could finish. "I mean, you're taking all of the credit." he restated.

"My group, my creation." she said confidently with one eye on Jeff as the other one wandered the class.

 

"You know… " Mr. Cuchiyo, revisiting the conversation. "You can’t just walk all over your group, I'Lean. You're going to find yourself standing alone, one day."

 

"May I finish my presentation Mr. Coochie pole?" she gave her teacher the eye.

 

"Cuchiyo, my name is Cuchiyo and please... continue Ms. Walker." His face grew pink as the class chuckled at him.

 

I'Lean, removed two small pieces from the device. "If you place one of these in your ear and have someone who speaks an entirely different language, place this one inside of their ear," she raised one, slightly higher than the other. "these will translate the spoken language to the language of the receiver. " I'Lean, explained.

 

"Whoa! That's another great invention!" said, Mr. Cuchiyo.

 

"Hey, I'Lean?" Tommy, called out. "You should walk us through how the whole thing work!"

 

I'Lean, turn to her group. "I can't believe you guys. You're really gonna just let Tommy, make fun of me? We're suppose to be a group." She searched for help.

 

"It's okay, I'Lean. You just need to learn how to stand up for yourself." Patrick, set forth.

 

"Yea, I'Lean." Jeff, added. "You can't just stand there and take that from him." The entire class laughed, simultaneously.

 

"Oh, I should kick of your asses." She waved her fist.

 

"Hey, I'Lean, over here, you're talking to the projector. Look!" Carlos, waved a hand to catch her eye.

 

"Enough, Carlos." Mr. Cuchiyo, interjected. "And I'Lean, I told you about swearing in my class. You're walking a thin line." He warned and the laughter grew.

 

The Halls were full of students headed to their next class. As Jeff, Carlos, Patrick and I'Lean were exiting Mr. Cuchiyos' classroom, Tommy, came rushing out. He shoved Carlos, out of his way as he passed by, forcing Carlos, to fumble his books.

 

"Move it, dick breath!" Tommy taunted and continued on his way.

 

"What?" The Janitor, turned around quickly, to face the kids. "Oh, I'sss thought he wasss talking to me." His voice was soft, respy and feminine.

 

Patrick, tapped Carlos, on the shoulder, once he was done gathering his things. "We should all jump him, Lad."

 

"Yea," Carlos, added in agreement. "I bet we could take his ass."

 

"Oww, sssoundsss like my type of gamesss." The Janitor, starting towards the small group but, they all hurried away.

 

"I don't know, guys." I'Lean, continued, while they traveled through the halls "Tommy's too big and too strong for you guys. Not only is he fat but now, Tommy's been working out."

 

"Yea," Patrick, laid out. "I saw his fat ass the other morning. He was super-setting a snickers, stacked on top of a Hershey bar and a paint of butter pecan ice cream with a bag of sweet and spicy Doritos."

 

Startled, the four of them jumped in fear when the Janitor jumped out from around the corner, in front of them. "Boosss! I'sss used my sssneaky ssshoesss to sssneak up on y'allsss."

 

"Dude, don't do that. Don't you have somewhere to be?" Questioned, Carlos.

 

"Yesss, I'sss bought tickets to go sssee the Packersss. I'm ssso excited! I'sss hear they got a mansss name A. Rod and he can throw it deep." The Janitor, smiled from ear to ear. All four kids stood confused, not really understanding how they should take that. "I'sss heard what y'allsss sssaid about, Tommy. He isss a bully. A bully tried to fight me once, I ran. He ssseen me and sssaid, you a sucker. I'sss sssmiled and sssaid, how yousss know, sssomebody told?" He snickered.

 

"Oookay, let's get out of here." Jeff took lead.

 

Carlos, suggested. "Hey, let's go hangout at the brothel!"

 

"I'm in." Jeff agreed.

 

"Let's get to it Lad's." Patrick added.

 

"Why do you guys insist on calling it the brothel?" I'Lean questioned, as they headed in the direction of their destination.

 

"Because of all of the whores that stay in there, of course." Jeff, made known.

 

"Wow!" I'Lean spoke out. "And how do you guys know that they're whores?

 

"It's simple." Claimed, Jeff.

 

"What?" Patrick, chimed in. "Everybody knows they're all whores."

 

"Ohh! So, you're saying that everyone slept with them?:" I'Lean, wanted to know.

 

"Yes! That's exactly what we're telling you." Carlos, set forth.

 

"Wow! That's news... I'm curious though," I'Lean, rolled beside the boys, "how many have you guys actually slept with?"

 

"I don't put females business out there." Jeff, said nervously while looking down at the grass.

 

"Well, I've slept with Lalah, Clair, Tiffany and Sheena!" Carlos, said proudly.

 

I'Lean, sighed. "Going to sleep in class while they set next to you doesn't count as sleeping with them."

 

"Actually, it does." Carlos barked back.

 

"Hey Jeff!" someone called out in the near distance.

 

"Jason, what's up?" Jeff, replied as the tall boy came closer.

 

"Jason Johansson, "I'Lean, whispered, "now, that's a guy who gets laid."

 

They all looked on as Jason shook hands with Jeff. "Man, when are you trying out for the basketball team? We could use you on the court."

 

"I'm cool, J.J. I'm focused on something else these days."

 

"Really? Like, hanging out with these losers?" Jason, scorned.

 

Patrick, stepped closer, "What? You better watch it lad, before you go losing your teeth!" Patrick, threatened. He was known to be the fighter amongst the group.

 

"Okay, Furious Red One." Jason chuckled at Patrick's remarked. "You know Jeff, you really disappoint me, brother. When I first heard, El Jefe himself, was coming to U.T.M.T. I said, now that's a guy that I would hang out with and Mac the ladies. But, bro, hanging with these losers, the girl don't even look in your direction anymore." Jason fumed.

 

At that point, Jeff, had to step in front of Patrick, in order to stop him from getting any closer to Jason.

 

"For your information, I get plenty of girls. I could still get any girl that I choose. Nothing changed, Jason." Jeff set forth.

 

"Sure!" Jason, looked at I'Lean, "I guess you got them so weak in the knee's, they can't even stand, huh?" Then, Jason looked over and noticed another girl. She was beautiful, Spanish and headed straight cross their path. "Have a go at it, then. Her right there, the Mexican girl. Let me see you get her." Jason, pointed the girl out.

 

"That's Victoria Pérez, one of the hottest, richest girls on campus." I'Lean, clarified.

 

"I don't even think she speaks English, Lads." Patrick, added.

 

"I'll get her!" Jeff, stepped in her path to cut her off. "Hola, amiga!"

 

Victoria, stopped and smiled at Jeff. Her smile was bright and beautiful. "¡Que ay, Papi! ¿Hablos español?" She asked if he spoke Spanish.

 

"Man..." Carlos, whispered to the others, "I hope he doesn't call her a Mexican!"

 

"Why not?" Patrick was curious.

 

"That chica is Puerto Rican. Plus, the Spanish I taught him is probably going to get him stabbed." Carlos confessed.

 

"Maybe, we should stop him."

 

"No! I mean, this is going to be good!" Carlos smiled.

 

Jeff, remembered, Carlos, taught him that ¿hablas español?, means do you speak Spanish? "Yes'o, I'o, speak'o, some'o, espanishñol."

 

"?Que?" Victorias' smile faded away and a look of confusion grow upon her face. "I-I can't-" she tried to remember the correct words in English, but failed.

 

"Do'o, you'o, want'o, to'o, go'o, to'o, eat'o, with'o, me'o?" he assumed that Carlos, had taught him perfect Spanish.

 

"I-I can't-" she tried again, not sure how to end the sentence.

 

"Why'o, not'o?"

 

She looked at Jeff, very confused. "!No-no entiendo!"

 

"No'o, Nintendo'o. I'o, say'o, eat'o." Jeff tried to clarify.

 

"Lo Lamento, Papi. I can't- Ummm." she tried to tell him that she couldn't understand him but didn’t know how to say the word 'understand' in English.

 

"Girl," a smile grew wide on his face. "Are you a Mexican or a Mexican't?" He joked.

 

"!No, piche, Mexicana!" she shoved a finger in his face.

 

Jeff could see that what he said had just pissed her off, so he went to the safety line that Carlos taught him, to get him out of a situation with a female, like this. "¿Quieres algūn plãtanos en tu cula feo chica?"

 

As soon as Jeff finished his statement, Victoria balled her hand into a fist and punched him in the face, twice. Quickly, she turned and stormed away aggressively, speaking Spanish.

 

 

"Holy fuck!" Jeff grabbed hold of his eye. "What the fuck was that?! He turned to his friends, in shock.

 

"Dude, you just asked, Victoria Perez, if she wanted some bananas in her ass, then called her ugly!" Jason informed Jeff.

 

Jeff looked at Carlos. "You suck at Spanish lessons, bro." Jeff turned to walk away, "I'm going to the lab." He made known.

 

 

 

 

"Hey, anybody got any ideas on how to finish up the Forevernator?" Carlos entreated, as they went through the campus parking lot.

 

"I think, first, we need to find a better name. The Forevernator is so lame." I'Lean spoke her mind.

 

"Why are you staring at me? I didn't name it." Jeff rubbed his eye, continuously.

 

"I'm not looking at you, I'm looking at, Patrick." She said, dryly.

 

Patrick pointed at I'Lean, "it's her lazy eye, again!"

 

"Hey, I'Lean?" Carlos called out. "Which eye do you use to see with?"

 

"I use both eyes, asshole!" She fumed.

 

"So, you see two of everything, I bet that could make a room look crowded, huh?" Patrick wondered out loud.

 

At that moment, a security guard approached the students. He was about 5 foot 10 inches, 210 lbs, and had a clean shave with glasses. He walked a full circle around them and stopped.

 

"Holy fuck." Jeff mumbled under his breath.

The officer looked at Jeff. "What's up, guy?"

 

"What's the problem, Copland?"

 

"SHUT THE FUCK UP I'LEAN! It's officer Copland and you," he pointed a finger at her, "have to be the dumbest bitch on campus, to be able to look in two different directions and still can't see the damn problem." He took a look to his left. "Got anything on you that I should know about, guy?" Copland looked over his glasses, into Jeff's eyes. Then, he walked another circle around the group. "Y'all been drinking?"

 

"No, Sir. We just come from the university." I'Lean confessed.

 

"You sure, I'Lean. If I asked you to walk a straight line, would you pass the test?" Copland waited for an answer.

 

"I... You know I can't walk, officer Cockfan."

 

"COPLAND!" He yelled. "And it was a joke, I'Lean and you walked right into it, ha!" He chuckled. "I bet you can't stand me." He began walking circles around them, again. Then, he stopped in front of them and begun walking from one end of the group to the other.

 

"That's not fair to joke about her like that, officer Copland. She already doesn't stand a chance against the other students."

 

"Oh, I guess she needs you to step in for her, huh guy? Now, what's not fair-" Copland, stopped right in front of Jeff. "It's your black ass! That's not fair! Have'n you walk around this nice campus, scarring these nice white folk. It's your kind that brings down the value around here, guy." Copland stepped up to Jeff's face.

 

"Officer Copland?" Patrick called out, saving his friend, Jeff.

 

"What the hell do your bright ass want?" He starred over at Patrick.

 

"Umm, you're black too."

 

"SHUT!- THE!- FUCK-UP!- PATRICK! I should lock ya 'It's magically delicious' lucky charm ass up for insult on a police officer."

 

"That's not any kind of an insult. He was just reminding you that you're black, also." I'Lean spoke up, then added, "sometimes, you forget to look into the mirror."

 

"Ok, ok guy, ok. So, every-bodies a comedian, huh? You know what I'Lean? You should do stand-up comedy. You might get a standing ovation." Copland smirked at I'Lean, then turned his attention to Jeff. "Put ya hands up guy. You got any stolen goods on you, any weapons or drugs, guy?"

 

"No, why would I have any of those things on me?" Jeff questioned as Copland searched him.

 

"Oh, so you walking around here clean, huh? Your black ass hanging around all these nice folk, you wanna pretend to be white now, huh guy? Turn ya 'Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome while trying to succeed.' Quotes from Booker T. Washington, looking ass around. I'm locking your ass up." Copland placed the cuffs on Jeff.

 

"Whoa! What the hell am I being arrested for?"

 

"Yeah, he didn't do anything wrong, Copland!" Carlos finally spoke out.

 

"Shut the fuck up, before I escort your tunnel-digging ass to the other side of the wall," Copland warned as he pushed Jeff to walk.

 

"Damn!" Carlos swore.

 

"What? He'll be okay, right? I mean, by him being black, he should have cousins in there, right?" I'Lean curiously entreated as they watched Copland walk Jeff across the parking lot.

 

"That's not it. He got the damn marijuana.

 

" Aw man," Patrick added. "Copland gonna make a huge deal outa this, lads."

 

"Naw, Copland probably won't find it. He's got it stuffed." Carlos made known as they walked.

 

"Stuffed where?" Asked I'Lean and Patrick and Carlos both looked at her. "Ew! We were about to go smoke that, out of his ass?"

 

"Hey, I've got some coke in my backpack, if you guys-" Carlos started to remove his backpack from his back.

 

"No!" Patrick and I'Lean, both shouted simultaneously.

 

Chapter 2

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The three of them entered the small studio apartment that they used as their private lab. I'Lean rolled over to her small section and placed their project down on the table next to another experiment that they had been working on.

 

Patrick went over to his desk and removed a bottle of Scotch from the bottom drawer. And Carlos, he went straight into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself.

 

"Hey, do you think that Jeff will be okay?" I'Lean questioned Patrick.

 

"Yeah, he's black and in jail. That's like, second nature. Hell, maybe he'll finally meet his dad."

 

"Yeah, maybe you're right. He should be around his family once in a while." I'Lean removed two pills from a plastic baggy which was set in a box, on her desk. "Let me have a swig of your scotch?" She turned for the bottle and noticed Patrick, placing his bottle of scotch into Jeff's Forevernator, which set on Jeff's desk. "What're you doing, Patrick?" She rolled over as quickly as possible and stopped, just behind him.

 

"Step back, lad!" he continued, "I'm about to Forevernate this fine bottle of scotch!" He dialed the code and pressed start.

 

The Forevernator Machine was an invention that Jeff started and the others chimed in on. He used an industrial microwave for the framework. The insides were completely gutted out and replaced with his creation.

 

"Patrick, you know the Forevernater isn't ready. A few things need to be fixed!" I'Lean argued.

 

The lights inside of the Forevernator grew as bright as a tanning sauna. They both had to cover their eyes.

 

"Did someone say fix?" Carlos busted out from the bathroom with red, glossy eyes and white powder around his nose. He held a roll of electric tape in one hand and a brick in the other. "Move, give me some elbow room, eh!" Carlos brushed past Patrick and I'Lean.

 

He grabbed the Forevernator, lift one side, and placed the brick underneath. Then, quickly he started to tape up the back of the machine.

 

"What're you doing?" I'Lean questioned.

 

"The back! It's too loose!"

 

"Why not use the screwdriver, to tighten the screws?"

 

"No!" He used his teeth to rip a piece of the tape from the roll. "Tape is better for the situation!" He swore. When he was done with the tape, the light was still bright. So, Carlos smacked the palm of his hand down on top of the machine and it cut off completely, along with all of the lights throughout the entire building, as well.

 

"Shit, we have a problem, lads! Now, the lights need to be fixed!" Patrick yelled out, in the dark.

 

"No worries! I can fix it, eh! Where's my tape?" Carlos shouted out.

 

Suddenly, the lights all came back on, one section of the apartment, at a time.

 

Patrick had his eyes fixed on Carlos, who was standing there, now shirtless and sweaty with powdered coke around his nose and navel.

 

"How... Where'd your shirt go, so fast, lad?" Patrick entreated.

 

"I... I don't know. Where'd your pants go so quick?" Carlos asked while looking at a pantless, Patrick.

 

I'Lean had her eyes on both of them at the same time. They were all startled when they heard the sharp, soft voice of the Janitor. "I'sss used my sneaky shoesss, to sssneak up on goalless." The Janitor stood there, holding Carlos's shirt in one hand and Patrick's pants in the other while wearing only a male tuxedo, thong with a pink scarf, around his neck.

 

"Dude, what are you wearing?" Carlos inquired.

 

"I'sss heard yousss wasss having a private meeting. I'sss sssaid, oww, I wantsss to meet sssome privatesss!" the Janitor whispered with a short snicker.

 

"No, you got it all wrong, lad! Not that kind of private meeting. It's a secret meeting between friends!"

 

"I'sss can keep a secret friend!" he smiled.

 

"No!" I'Lean shouted. "GET OUT!"

 

"Me and Carlosss?"

 

"No, just you. Why would I tell Carlos to leave?" She inquired.

 

"It looksss like yousss wasss looking at both of usss. Yousssshould have those eyes checked out, yousss be confusssin' me. I'sss know yousss brain can't handle all that information it'sss forced to processs, while trying to focusss on one thing."

 

"You know without a doubt that I'm only looking at you." She enunciated sharply.

 

"Yousss ssstand firm on that?" The Janitor inquired.

 

"GET OUT!"

 

"Sssorry, I'Lean, but you can't ssstand in my way."

 

"GO!" All three yelled out simultaneously.

 

"I'm ssso disappointed." The Janitor walked away with his head hung low.

 

"Lad," Patrick eyed Carlos. "Did he sniff coke out of your navel?"

 

The next morning, Patrick, Carlos, and I'Lean were all in class together. Early enough to see Tommy and a few others walk in right before Professor Cunninlee.

 

Then, suddenly, time was as if it had slowed down, almost into a halt. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as a new student walked into the classroom.

 

She was more than beautiful. Words alone would simply do her no justice. She was a perfect light brown skin complexion. Her hair was a soft, curly texture and dark brown, at shoulder length. A perfect set of voluptuous lips, with the cutest of all, small, disposable noses. Her eyes, it was a pure pleasure for anyone to gaze upon. Full, brown, and most certainly captures the soul. She was precious.

 

The majority of the class eyes followed her to her seat. After a few moments passed, Mr. Cunnilee called her up to the front of the class. "Would you care to introduce yourself to the class?" He questioned.

 

She smiled, sort of, but still enough to make you feel seduced. She walked up to the front of the class, holding a magazine, rolled in her hand. But, nobody noticed it. Eyes were too busy focused on her beauty.

 

She grabbed the teacher's marker, with her free hand. "Hey hey, everybody," she spoke sort of fast with a beautiful voice. "My name is..." She turned to face the board and all eyes shot down to her perfectly curved ass. She wrote her name on the board as she said it out loud. "Bella Brightwood!" She spoke with extreme confidence.

 

Tommy noticed everybody was wide-eyed for the new girl, so he decided to take a shot. "Hey, Bella? Nice jacket. What's the patch say, go find my loser inventions?" Tommy chuckled and managed to get a chuckle or two from his followers.

 

"Actually!" Bella's eyes narrowed in on Tommy as she slowly walked over to his desk. "It's a seven thousand dollar jacket by Ogle. That will be coming out, not this year, but at the end of the following year." She slammed the magazine down, on top of Tommy's desk. "Maybe, when I'm done wearing it, I'll donate it to your dad's company, so that he could start paying me for that stool you claim to have invented... Let your dad know, the next time he wants to sell off a product as his own, look into it first. It could be patent already!" Bella removed her hand from the book and a picture of her on the cover of the magazine had her with the exact same stool, a whole six years ago.

 

"I love her already, lads," Patrick claimed.

 

"Yeah," Carlos added, quietly. "I would really enjoy sucking the sweat from her armpits."

 

"I would love for her to fart in a bag and just let me inhale it," Patrick whispered.

 

"I would just love to goggle her douche water, after sex." I'Lean blurted out loud and the entire class had to stop what they were doing to take a look at the disabled girl, who had both yes focused on, Bella. While Bella was looking back at her with disgust.

 

 

Later that day, I'Lean decided to visit the student lab, where her friend was known to practically live.

 

"Hey, Sara."

 

"Hi, I'Lean! Good to see you!" Sara was always nice to I'Lean. In fact, Sara was always nice to everyone.

 

"What're you working on in here?" I'Lean questioned as she rolled into the student's technology lab.

 

"I'm just adding a few more features to my U.E.L.S. 23." Sara took a glance over at I'Lean, then looked at her a second time when she noticed the confused look that covered her face. "Sorry, it's my twenty-third unit of the Ultra Enhanced Limb skeleton. They're designed to fit someone, like a soldier, for example, may have lost a leg doing combat or something."

 

"How does it work?" I'Lean needed to know.

 

"The U.E.L.S. 23, will attach to the bone. The plugs that you see here..." Sara pointed out the plugs that were hanging from the skeleton. "They will connect directly to the subject's muscle, giving them complete control over the U.E.L.S. 23." Sara smiled.

 

"That's so cool! I think I've seen that in the Totaled Bodies of War, magazine." I'Lean informed her.

 

Sara's smile grew, "Yes! That was my U.E.L.S. 19. It was also featured in the Respect of Future Tech, magazine. I created for them for-" Sara was cut short by two other girls entering the Lab.

 

"Oh, look Tiffany! It's Sara, the loser and the girl from I-ran, who can't even walk!"

 

"Ha! Look, Sheena!" Tiffany yelled out to her friend. "Is that a new boyfriend you're building or new legs for I'Lean?"

 

I'Lean snapped, "Actually, she's building a man for you, so you could stop sleeping with everyone else's."

 

"At least I get laid. I bet you got all kinds of cobwebs down there." Tiffany stood with a hand on one hip, while playing with a blow pop between her lips.

 

Tiffany had a brown skin tone with long black hair and was well known by many for her bow-legged stance. But, most of the boys know her as the girl with the sloppiness blow jobs on campus.

 

Sheena, on the other hand, is a shade or two lighter than her friend, Tiffany. At an almost golden honey complexion. Sheena was well known as the girl who used to date, Jason, the basketball jock. That was until she was caught giving blow jobs to two of the football players after they won their championship game, last season.

 

"Look at them, Sheena. I feel so bad for them both. They really might not know a dick, if it slapped them across the face." Tiffany turned on her heels and sashayed across the lab, to find her seat.

 

Sheena was just about to say something when the lab door opened and Monica, the cheerleader, came walking inside.

 

Monica's eyes went from Sheena to Sara and I'Lean, then, back to Sheena. "Sheena, I know you better not be in here picking on my little sister, bitch!" Monica stepped up into Sheena's face.

 

"No, I was just speaking to her, Monica." Sheena lied.

 

But, Monica could see by the look on Sara's face, that she was being picked on. "Well, check this out, you bottom of the barrel, monkey with no booty, black ratchet, piece of shit. If you ever and I mean, ever, let me catch those niggas eyes, looking in the general direction of another Johansson again, I will whip your crusty, beef stake pussy looking ass back to the ghetto, hoe!" Monica could see that those words struck a nerve inside of Sheena, which was her intentions.

 

Everyone could see the anger growing on Sheena's face. All but Tiffany, who was set back, behind Sheena. After a second or two, Sheena took a step towards Monica.

 

Behind her, Tiffany had heard every word between the two of them. Monica had made sure of it. Tiffany stood to her feet. "Bitch, you do get to talk to her like that!" Tiffany started to approach Monica.

 

"Please, you guys? There's no need to fight!" Sara begged, "Monica, please?"

 

"I've got your back, Monica!" I'Lean rolled up beside Monica to help stand her ground.

 

 

"You've got her back? Haha! I guess Sara's got your legs, huh? Is that what you're building, Sara? Is Professor X finally about to get some working legs?" She slowly took another step towards Monica. She was trying to buy time for her friend, Tiffany to come to her side. But, by the time Tiffany did make her way next to Sheena, the lab door opened again and two more girls walked inside.

 

"Do you have some sort of problem? It was Kerena Sanders, followed by Jurdyn Shmidt. Two of Monica's most trusted friends.

 

Up against a feisty Monica, a snappy Kerena, and a down for whatever, Jurdyn, Tiffany, and Sheena both decided to back down and that it would be best to take their leave.

 

Tiffany took a long look at Jurdyn. "I guess you must be their little slave girl, huh? A fuckin' real-life Stephen the trusted house slave." Tiffany frowned at Jurdyn as her and Sheena both left the lab.

 

Monica smirked. "Welcome to Candyland, bitch!"

 

"Monica, why did you say those things?" Sara questioned.

 

"I know Sara." Monica sighed. "I know you hate to hear me say those words, I hate to say them. But, trust me, they hated them even more."

 

"Well," Sara, fixed her glasses on her face. "I still don't believe that it was called for."

 

"Well! When my little sister learns to fight her own battles, I'll learn to stop using painful words." Monica walked around Sara's lab table and kissed her sister on the forehead. "I'Lean, thanks for havin' my back. That was brave." Monica smiled.

 

As Monica turned to leave the lab, Jurdyn gave her a cold eye. "You white trash! You were using the N-word again, weren't you?" Jurdyn playfully punched Monica on the shoulder. Jurdyn is and always will be Monica's closes friend. A young, beautiful, black girl who has been side by side with Monica since elementary school.

 

"Sorry, Jurdyn. You of all people should know that I am not a racist... But, on another thought, how did you guys find me?"

 

"We followed that wet dog, mixed with baloney* smell that you white folks have." Jurdyn joked as she left the lab behind her friends. All three girls laughed together.

 

"Are you guys going to be okay?" Jurdyn peeked her head back through the door to check on Sara and I'Lean.

 

"Sure," Sara informed her.

 

"I have to go meet the guys," I'Lean told Sara.

 

"See you later, I'Lean!" Sara smiled as I'Lean rolled out, into the hallway.

 

"Hey, Bella!" Carlos yelled as he, along with Patrick, walked down the hall just a short distance behind her, on their way to lunch.

 

Bella stopped in her tracks and turned to face Carlos, just as I'Lean was rolling up beside them, all.

 

"Hi, these are my friends, Patrick and I'Lean. My name is Carlos."

 

She smiled and waved at the crew while wondering why were they stopping her.

 

"Hey, umm..." Carlos felt nervous as he looked into Bella's curious eyes. "I figured that since you were new to the campus, umm... I was thinking that maybe, I could show you around?”

 

"Oh, no sorry. I'm okay. I wouldn't want to send the wrong message. I um..." She had a small habit of smacking her lips, in between sentences and/or conjunction words. "I actually have a boyfriend and not sure if he'll agree with me being escorted around." She set forth.

 

I'Lean could see that Carlos was about to just give up, that easy. So, she decided to intervene. "Yeah, Bella. But, Carlos Is no boy, he's a man and I'm sure that no boyfriend could top Carlos."

 

Bella jumped when she heard the Janitor whisper over her shoulder, in his soft-toned voice. "I'sss would like to top Carlosss. Mmm! Yesssterday, Carlosss wasss-ssso sssweaty wit' hisss-ssshirt off. I'sss watched the sssweat run from hisss neck all the way down hisss mussscular back. The lightsss made hides sssweat look like glittersss glizzern'n all over hisss body." The Janitor walked around Bella, then continued. "But, if it'sss a man yousss want, yousss-ssshould try Jeff. He'sss-ssso tall. He looksss like he'sss could've been a basssketballsss playa!" Then he winked an eye at Bella, as he walked away.

 

"Yes!" I'Lean added. "Jeff or Carlos is your man."

 

"Hey, what about me?" Patrick looked over I'Lean.

 

She returned the same disappointing look. "Really? Have you seen yourself? You're bright as hell and when you walk, you look like a got-damn strobe light! Yesterday, your legs looked like two lines of powdered coke with red marijuana hairs. No, beautiful girl should ever have look at that shit!" I'Lean protested.

 

"Yeah, I net you seen two much," Carlos said to I'Lean while holding up two fingers.

 

"Really? Right in the middle of me speaking up for you?" I'Lean complained, then she turned back to face Bella saying, "so, Jeff, Jeff is your guy. Hands down, Bella. No man could top…" she paused to take a look around for the Janitor. "No one else is better than Jeff," she whispered.

 

Carlos nudged I'Lean shoulder, but she simply ignored him. Bella crossed her arms and submitted a seductive smile. "You wanna bet on that?"

 

"Sure, I'll bet anything!" I'Lean swore.

 

"Wow, you're really gonna try and stand strong on that, huh? I mean... I hear you talkin' the talk, but can you walk the walk?"

 

Carlos chuckled and one of I'Lean’s eyes left Bella and slowly slid over to Carlos.

 

Patrick stepped up. "Who is your boyfriend? Should we know him? Does he attend this university?" Patrick inquired.

 

"Sure! You've heard of him. Doubt you know him and no, he does not attend this university." Bella set forth and smiled as they set there in anticipation. "Mr. Anayveace Himself!"

 

"What? No way!" I'Lean gasped. "I would sooo let you burp in my face after you give him a sloppy blowjob." She vented loudly in the hall and many of the students who were passing by stopped to look over her.

 

"I like you I'Lean, maybe we could kick it sometime after school, later today." Bella continued flashing that lovely smile. "By the way... Where is this Jeff, guy?"

 

"He went to jail yesterday." Patrick blurted out.

 

"Wow!" Bella wasn't expecting that answer.

 

"Oh no! It's ok Bella. Jeff is black. Their use to it." I'Lean told her with certainty.

 

Bella frowned. "I'm half black."

 

"Ohhh, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't bring up any old memories. I'm sure your beauty made prison rough on you, huh?"

 

Bella ignored the comment I'Lean made, "after school, I'Lean. Don't stand me up." Bella turned and walked away. The small group watched Bella's ass sway all the way down the hall, until Bella entered the girls restroom.

 

There was one girl inside, drying her hands after a wash. The girl walked over to the mirror to apply a touch to her makeup when she noticed Bella, walking past, behind her.

 

"Hey." She said looking at Bella, through the mirror before turning to face her. "You're the new girl, right? My name is Monica Johansson. I'm head of the cheerleading squad." Monica stuck a hand out as she playfully bounced off of the heels of her feet, never allowing her toes to leave the surface of the ground. She flashed a mouth full of beautifully white teeth.

 

"Oh, hey, hey, Monica. My name is Bella Brightwood. It's nice to meet you." Bella found Monica to be a very attractive girl. She stuck out her hand, to meet with Monica's.

 

Monica had a smile that made the world a brighter place. She had beautiful long blond hair and a million-dollar body.

 

"You strike me as the kind of girl who knows a thing or two about the cheerleading world." Monica let out.

 

"Well," Bella, smacked her lips, "actually, I use to cheerlead in grade school."

 

"I could tell, it's like... Your body screams it to me." Monica said seductively. Then, she licked her lips while looking over Bella, from head to toe.

 

Bella smiled and Monica couldn't help but get turned in even more. "Maybe, one day you could show me some of your flexibility." She winked an eye at Bella.

 

Bella chuckled. "Um, sure... Maybe."

 

Monica took a step closer to Bella so that they were face to face. "Mmm, Bella, Bella, Bella!" She rubbed the backside of her fingers down the side of Bella's face. Bella enjoyed the touch, she leaned into it, as they looked deeply into the eyes of one other.

 

Monica, gently grabbed hold of Bella's chin, between her thumb and index, and stepped close enough to almost taste her lips. They both fought the urge that they were feeling inside.

 

"You seem like you might know a few things about splits."

 

"I'm sure I'll impress..." Bella was certain.

 

"Mmm, I love a girl who could work a split."

 

"I could do more than work it," Bella sucked on her bottom lip and Monica's eyes shot down to enjoy the action. She couldn't help but stick out her tongue just far enough for the tip of her tongue to graze Bella's top lip.

 

Bella, was stuck stiff. Not really knowing how to react. The restroom was empty and Monica was getting wetter by the second. It's been forever since she'd enjoyed the soft touch from another woman.

 

Monica backed Bella all the way back, against the door. Bella found herself cornered. She looked into Monica's light blue eyes. She wanted to return that bit of tongue action, with interest.

 

But, Bella thought about her future with her boyfriend, Anayveace, the man she loved so much. She fought the urges. But, if Monica would just lean in a bit closer, she thought, she may be in trouble.

 

Monica had been fighting the temptation herself. She could see that Bella wanted her just as bad as she wanted Bella. But, Monica didn't want to risk being seen like this.

 

Nobody, besides Jurdyn and Kerena, knew about Monica's attraction to females. She kept this part of herself a secret. Her brother, Jason, or her younger sister Sara, hadn't had a clue.

 

So, Monica just kissed the tip of Bella's pretty little nose and looked into her eyes. The door flung open, hard and hit Bella in the back before they knew it, their head were crashing together like two rams.

 

Monica stumbled back and fell out, onto the restroom floor and Bella dropped forward with her face landing directly into Monica's crotch.

 

It took a few moments for the girls to wake up and once they did, it was Sheena and Tiffany, taking advantage of the moment. Snapping photo after photo of the two girls, unconscious on the floor.

 

"what the hell is going on?" Monica, woke up confused.

 

"Looks to me, like you're getting head in the bathroom." Tiffany teased as Monica looked down herself at Bella, who was also just coming back to conscience.

 

"I will kill both of you tramps if you don't stop taking pictures." Monica threatened as Bella set up beside her.

 

"Whoa, Monica! This will make head-lines, for sure." Sheena teased.

 

"Listen, Monica, don't get ah-head of yourself. You seem head-strong." Tiffany added.

 

Bella looked at the two girls, "what happened?"

 

"C'mon new girl. Use your head" Sheena joked.

 

"Oh, you bitch's are dead!" Monica started to stand.

 

"Let's go, Sheena." Tiffany laughed while pulling her friend towards the restroom door. "I think they're giving us a head-start." They both giggled as they left through the door.

 

"Are you okay?" Monica stood and extended a helping hand to Bella.

 

"Yeah, thanks. Who were they?" Bella entreated? The two of them took a few moments to gather themselves while Monica explained the situation she had with Tiffany and Sheena.

 

When another student entered the restroom, Monica said her goodbyes, and Bella watched Monica's ass lusciously bounce then jiggle, bounce then jiggle with what seemed to be no effort at all.

 

Bella finished up what she had to do and headed out. "Hey, I'Lean?" She called out once she noticed the girl pushing along.

 

I'Lean searched the hallway full of students and found Bella headed in her direction. "Hey Bella," I'Lean said sadly.

 

"Hey hey, I'Lean. What's wrong? You seem a little down. Wanna take a walk?"

 

I'Lean eyes narrowed, "is that a little knot on your forehead?"

 

"I bumped my head, I'm okay. The question is, what's going on with you?"

 

"It's okay, it's just so much going on right now, is all."

 

"Yeah," Bella agreed. "I bet it's hard to focus on one thing when you have so many visions, huh?" She teased

 

"Wow!" I'Lean chuckled, shaking her head, smiling at Bella. "You're going to fit in perfectly around here."

 

"Seriously though, I'Lean. I know that we only just met, but I like you and I want us to be friends."

 

"Really, exactly what is it that you like about me?" I'Lean smiled, waiting on Bella's response as many of the students cleared the halls. I'Lean most certainly liked Bella. She really did want to be friends with her and it made her feel good to know that Bella wanted to be friends with her as well.

 

But, I'Lean wanted to know why Bella wanted to be friends with her.

 

"Well, for starters, I know that if I needed your help for anything, you're not the kind of person that would just walk out on me. Plus, if we ever get in a disagreement, I know you have more than one way to look at the situation and why wouldn't I want a friend who could watch, both my back and her own at the same time?"

 

I'Lean smile faded away, gradually.

 

"And," Bella continued. "I love the way your shoes are so clean. It looks like you never used those things." Bella joked and I'Lean couldn't help but laugh a bit.

 

"Yeah, like I said, you'll fit in perfect around here."

 

Chapter 3:

 

 

Back at the studio apartment, turned lab, Jeff was running wild, from one station to the next. He had all five stations running, full surge. Their four personal stations along with the main station that set in the center.

 

Machines roared, flashed and some rattled about. Jeff ran from one side of the lab to the other, pressing buttons, flipping switches, and turning knobs.

 

Jeff noticed that the main machine was starting to become unstable, so he tried turning down one of the power suppliers the connected the main station to one of the other stations.

 

Then, the entrance door opened. "Jeff! You're out of jail!" Carlos shouted. Then, he noticed that Jeff had all of the machines powered up. "What the hell are you doin' Jeff?"

 

"That's the Timemonator Machine?" I'Lean questioned.

 

"I figured it out... Why it wouldn't work, the last time." Jeff yelled out, "give me a hand!"

 

"It doesn't work, because it's impossible to travel back, through time!" Patrick set forth.

 

"With the math, I've done in jail, not only could we go back through time, but we could also go forward. Now, shut up and give me a hand!” Jeff ordered.

 

Patrick made up his mind, quickly. Carlos followed suit and shot over to his own station.

 

"Give it up guys, it's never gonna work!" I'Lean had little faith.

 

 

"I'Lean!" Jeff shouted, "don't just stand there! I need you to step up to the plate, please!" Jeff ran from the main table, over to his own station. "You could jump in at any moment, now, I'Lean!"

 

She shook her head and rolled over to her station. "Stabilize the reactor, Patrick!" She yelled over the roaring machines. "I'm turning up the core processor!" She quickly rolled over to the main station, which was set in the center of all of the other stations. "Jeff! Turn on the location magnetic filters! I'm not getting any free from it!"

 

"It's on I'Lean, it's been on!" Jeff outlined in a hurry.

 

"It's not showing up on the monitor! I can't see a source!" She screamed out.

 

"Quick, I'Lean! Use your other eye!" Patrick yelled.

 

"IT'S NOT ON THE DAMN MONITOR, GUYS!" She vented, frustrated. "I can't even get inside of any of the location files! It's about to shut down!" And right after her warning, the lights inside of the entire building went dark.

 

"... Shit!" Jeff fumed. "We almost had it that time!"

 

"I believe we did, Jeff." I'Lean agreed. Not believing what just took place.

 

"So... It was actually working, lads?" Patrick stood in shock.

 

"Yea, but I'Lean had two much in her view, and she didn't spot the location magnetic field filters and she ended up running into a problem." Carlos teased. At that moment, the lights all slowly started to come back on, one section at a time.

 

"I really don't like you, too much, Carlos." I'Lean presented, plainly.

 

"I bet you can't look me in the eyes and tell me why," Carlos said right before the main entrance to the lobby opened.

 

"Bella, you found it!" I'Lean shouted out, as Bella walked in. "I was hoping that you'd come."

 

"Of course, but why did the lights just go out in the entire building? What're you guys doing up here?" Bella inquired, stopping at the door.

 

"This is where the magic happens, mommy." Carlos let be known.

 

"Whoa!" Bella caught Jeff's eye. "Who is that?"

 

Patrick stepped up, "Bella, meet Jeff. He's our black guy. Jeff, meet Bella, she started at the University, today. She's in our classes."

 

"My God, she's beautiful!" Jeff watched Bella closely.

 

"Um... Hey hey, Jeff." She stepped inside, wearing a pair of Hosanna Hoyden spandex short, shorts that read 'observe' on the backside, and a loose T-shirt that said the same across the breast, in embroidery.

 

Carlos signed, "even the scar on her thigh is perfect." He pointed out. "I would love to lick that scar."

 

"I would love to suck on her discarded tampons!" Jeff said with pride and Bella shot him a look of disgust.

 

Patrick walked over to Jeff's station and opened the door to his Forevernator. "What the hell, lad?" Patrick questioned as he started to pull out a pair of Jordan basketball shoes.

 

Jeff smacked Patrick's hand before he pulled the shoes out completely. "I haven't tested them yet!" Jeff made known to Patrick.

 

"Tested them for what?" Bella, curiously asked as she drew closer.

 

"They've been Forevernated!" Jeff exclaimed.

 

Carlos stepped in. "Another one of his inventions that's going to take more time and more and more money."

 

"It worked on the bottle of Scotch," Jeff said with pride.

 

"WHAT? Where's me Scotch?" Patrick questioned impatiently as he watched Jeff hold up one of the shoes from the Forevernator and put a torch to thee bottom and proceeded to burn it.

 

"Wait! That... Those shoes aren't even yours!" Carlos reminded Jeff.

 

"Sure, they are." Jeff continued.

 

"No, they're Franks'. The black guy who place you took."

 

"Nobody remembers Frank." Jeff removed the flame and they all watch the burnt, black crusted area change back to brand new. There was absolutely no evidence of them ever being damaged.

 

"Holy shit, lad! Where's me Scotch?" Patrick searched for his bottle while Jeff jumped with joy? And I'Lean screamed to the top of her lungs. Bella stood there in disbelief to what she was witnessing.

 

"Where's me bag of coke!?" Carlos ran into the back bedroom to fetch his stash.

 

A little while later, Bella was still in shock as she walked out into the parking lot to where her boyfriend was waiting inside of his black vehicle.

 

She smiled as she approached the vehicle and climbed into the passenger side. "Hey hey!" He spoke to her before leaning over for a quick kiss. She brushed a dread out of his face, before returning the kiss. "I missed you." Anayveace set forth.

 

"I missed you, too, Bae!" She smiled.

 

"Why you so jolly?"

 

"I just witnessed the craziest shit!"

 

"What's that?" He wanted to know.

 

Bella ran down the entire story about the lab and the Forevernator, Jeff invented. Anayveace was very interested in learning more about her new friends. He had a whole list of employees, who have invented the most high-tech machines that you could imagine. But, never had he ever heard of anything like the Forevernator.

 

"Umm... I got something else that I want to ask you, though."

 

"What's up, everything good?" He adjusted in his seat, feeling a little nervous. But, that was normal. With all of the power he possessed, Bella still made him feel very nervous.

 

"Yeah, everything is great, but umm..." She smacked her lips. "Somebody... I got approached, today. This time, it was a girl. Her name is, Monica Johnsson and she's a cheerleader. But, Bae, she is so fucking gorgeous, yo'. You have to see this girl."

 

"Johansson, Johansson... I have a Johansson who works for me and she goes to this University. But, Sara most definitely is not a cheerleader, though. But, they could be related."

 

"I don't know anybody named Sara at U.T.M.T. but, would You mind if me and Monica got to know each other, a lil better?" She gave Anayveace high eyebrows as she bit her bottom lip, looking him in the eyes.

 

"Find out if she has a Sara Johansson in her family."

 

"If she does?"

 

"Then um... Shit, I ain't trippin' either way. You know how it is? Just keep, keeping it a hunnit with me, is all I ask?" He set forth.

 

"Sure will." Bella kissed him. "I love you!" she smiled with their lips still pressed against one another's.

 

"But um, exactly how goergous is this Monica?" his eyebrows narrowed.

 

"Well look at youuuuu!" she blushed, as if he was talking about her, but she understood full well. "Trust me, she bad! Let me work my magic, I got you!" She chuckled and kissed him again. "But, you really need to meet this boy, Jeff. He could change the world, Bae."

 

"Okay, I'll see what's up with him."

 

"I mean like, A.S.A.P. When I tell you, he is the future... That's an understatement!" She gave Anayveace a serious stare as she opened the door and stepped out. She grabbed a briefcase from the truck and headed inside the university to take her gatherings to her room and head to bed.

 

It was early that very next morning. The sun was just starting to peek through the windows when he heard the knock at the door. "What the hell? Who could be knocking this early?" Jeff mumbled to himself as he climbed out of the bed and noticed that he was completely naked. "What happened last night?" He questioned below his breath, sliding into his boxer shorts. "Who is it?" He asked while approaching the door over the drum of the knocking.

 

"Hey hey, Jeff! It's Bella!"

 

"Oh shit! Um... Hold on!" Shit, shit, shit! I got to wash my face." He whispered and took off towards the bathroom. But, he froze when he noticed I'Leans' wheelchair folded up and set neatly against the wall. "Did she stay here last night?" He only had himself to question. All he could remember was being wasted the night before. "I'Lean?" He tapped on the bathroom door. "Hey, I'm not looking but, I needa' grab my face towel and toothbrush. I must get them, now. I'm closing my eyes."

 

As soon as he cracked the door open, he heard the sharp moans in his ears. It made him open his eyes and his eyes were stained by the site of a naked Carlos.

 

He was drilling in between I'Leans' legs as she set on the bathroom sink, moaning out.

 

"What the fuck, Carlos?" Jeff shouted.

"Shut the door, eh!" Carlos barked without missing a single stroke. Jeff watched the door slam shut in his face.

 

He wiped his eyes as good as he could as headed back to the front door, where Bella stood waiting. "Um, hey... Can-I-help-you?" He nervously asked once he opened the door.

 

"Uhh... May I come in or is this a bad time?"

 

"Extremely, bad time."

 

"Perfect, couldn't have timed it better!" Bella, blurted out and pushed pass Jeff and made her way inside.

 

"Whoa! I've known you for maybe... Fifteen hours and you're already showing signs of aggression."

 

"Hey, your group approached me to hang out with. I like to know what I'm dealing with before I get fully invested." Bella, let be known as she glanced around. "Where's the guys, in the back hiding the Squat Babies magazines and lube?"

 

"What? How would you like it if I came over to your place asking questions about your vibrator, demanding answers, and going through your underwear drawer?"

 

"My vibrator is right here in my purse," She remove a lipstick vibrator. "and I never wear any underwear!" She smiled as she placed the vibrator back into her purse. Jeffs' eyes lit up and they were locked down on her crotch. "Dang! Look at you, all down in my stuff! Eyes up here. God!" She shook her head. "Anyway, I went to I'Leans' room before I came here. Her roommates said that she never came in last night." She looked at Jeff, who stood there looking confused and nervous as he stood at the front door.

 

Suddenly, Jeff eyes grew as large as the Cookie Monsters' as he started pass Bella. "Shit!" He couldn't hold his tongue when he is eyes on Carlos rolling I'Lean into the living room, wearing only a bra and panties set.

 

Bella, turned and was in instant shock. Carlos, wore only his boxer shorts and socks. Bella noticed the looks on both Carlos and Jeff's faces. "Are you guys both sleeping with I'Lean?" She entreated with a small chuckle.

 

"What's so funny?" I'Lean inquired curiously and defensively. "I fuck who I want!" She protested, with a slur.

 

"Oh my God! Are you high?" Bella, turned to face Jeff. "You pieces of shit! Did you guys drug her?" Bella walked over to check out I'Lean.

 

"We were all pretty high and drunk, all last night." Carlos, clarified.

 

"Wasted out of our minds!" Jeff added.

 

"Yea, in our defense, we only fuck I'Lean when we're high."

 

"That's the only time I could fool myself." Jeff, said seriously.

 

"Really?" Bella, was disgusted. "You guys are taking an advantage of a disformed girl?"

 

"Wait a got damn minute! I'm not disformed. I may be a little disabled. Disformed isn't even a real word." I'Lean defended herself.

 

Bella, gave I'Lean her full attention. "Disformed, disabled, it's all a disadvantage sweety. If I lift the back of your chair to lean you forward, you're body will come tumbling out of that wheel chair like rocks out of a wheelbarrow. Your eyes are disabled to form together and that another disformed, disability that leaves you at a disadvantage of seeing the truth." Bella explained.

 

"She's right I'Lean, I have to agree with, Bella." Jeff, said as he started to use his fingers to count while he spoke. "I don't mean to did you, but if you were in a comic book, your name would be Dis-Girl. Because, sometimes... It's a discomfort to look at you. You're disformed, disabled, a lot of the times you're disliked. You're at an extreme disadvantage because your legs are dis-functional, and remain dismantled. You're eyes disagree with one another, like, all of the time. Your blow jobs are great but, you can't throw your ass back, so that's dipleasing. Once I sober up next to you, you make me feel disgusted. I could never fuck you from the front, because your eyes disrupt my focus. You're disreputable, disappointing, disdainful, you're a displeasure, disaster, discombobulated. Your breath is disrespectful. Plus-"

 

"Whoa, Jeff!" Bella, interjected, placing her hand over Jeffs' mouth to shut him up. She snatched her hand back, just as quickly, once she felt the wetness from his tongue in the palm of her hand. "That's enough." She wiped her hand on the seat of her pants.

 

"Disarrayed." Jeff added and Bella gave him a daring stare.

 

"All I'm saying is don't take advantage of the girl if you claim to be her friends. Some kind of respect needs to be established here." Bella, set forth.

 

"Hey, you don't know this girl." Carlos, stated. "Once you stick a molly or ecstasy pill up her cula, there's no stopping her."

 

"Molly in your anal?" Bella, inquired while staring at I'Lean.

 

"You never tried it yet?" I'Lean ask shockingly and before Bella could answer, Jeff blurted out.

 

"Next time you're getting fucked from the back, have a guy put a little spit on a pill or two and shove it in your ass with his thumb and within minutes, you're going to find yourself begging for sex all night long."

 

"You guys are all nasty. Patrick's probably the only sane one in the group. I'm glad he's not apart of this." Bella shook her head.

 

And right on cue, they all heard Patrick as a bright glow lit up the hallway. He yelled out, "hey, Carlos... Are you guys done with I'Lean? I'm ready for round three!" Patrick entered the living room completely naked, with his bottle of scotch and a newly unwrapped condom.

 

"Holy shit!" Jeff, yelled as they all covered their eyes.

 

"It's too bright! It burns! Carlos, screamed, squeezing his eyes shut as right as possible.

 

"It's melting my visions!" I'Lean shouted.

 

"Dude, you can't just pop out like that! Your glow blinds like a fucking flash grenade!" Bella, fumed as she ran for the exit, but smacked into the wall, right beside the front door, and collapsed to the floor.

 

"Thank you for caring enough to walk me here, Jeff."

 

"I just wanted to be sure that you were okay." He told Bella while he looked at her head. "Although, I had to basically fight you to get you here."

 

"No, we basically fought because you wouldn't stop giving mouth to mouth, although I was trying to stand." She playfully rolled her eyes. "I still don't see the point in us being here. I only bumped my head. I'm definitely okay, now."

 

"You might feel okay, but you could have a head injury." Jeff said as a guy came walking out of the doctors office and the next girl walked in. "Hey, Danan?" Jeff Stopped the guy. "What did Dr. Rodríguez say about the swollen thumb?"

 

"It's a spider bite. He said, all I need to so is put a wet rag in the microwave and get it very, very hot, then wrap it around my thumb. The swellen should go away."

 

"What? No meds?" Bella looked Confused. The guy struggled his shoulders and walked away.

 

"That can't be right," Jeff said as they continued to wait. Then, another person walked out of the office as the last girl before Bella walked inside. "Hey, Carlotta? What'd Dr. Rodríguez say about the rash on your arm?"

 

"He isn't sure about what it is, exactly. He think it may be something called osteoporosis or mononucleosis. He told me to just get a cup of boiling hot water, dip a rag in it and set it on my arm." She said, then walked away.

 

Bella looked at Jeff. "That's all I need to hear, I'm leaving."

 

"No, wait Bella. You're next, after Lyra. You need your head looked at." He had Bella, take her seat and wait. Moments later, Lyra came walking out of the office with her head tilted back and bloody tissue stuck up her nose. "Hey, Lyra? What did he say about your broken nose?

 

"Put a hot rag on it." Lyra said without stopping.

 

"Okay, let's get out of here!" Jeff grabbed Bellas' hand and pulled her along.

 

They met the others a little while later for lunch. "Okay, Lads. I think I'm closing in on how to finish the Brushinater." Patrick told his friends.

 

"Okay, tell me again why do we keep allowing Patrick to name all of our inventions?" I'Lean, inquired as she rolled up to the end of the table, between Jeff and Carlos, who set across from one another.

 

"I won the rock, paper, scissors, two out of three." He reminded them, while taking a seat next to Carlos.

 

"And what's the purpose of this brush, again?"

 

"I told you I'Lean, it dyes your hair a color of your setting, wherever you brush."

 

"Wow, Patrick! You're really tryina' escape that red ass hair, huh dude?" Chuckled Carlos.

 

"I dont blame him. All he needs is a red nose and he could fit right in at the circus." I'Lean teased.

 

"Or pose as Ronald McDonald." Jeff added, bedore taking a bite of his sandwich.

 

"I happen to like red hair." Bella, chimed in as she set down next to Jeff. Patrick shot Bella a smile. "Oh god! No, not you Patrick, sorry." Then, Bella tapped Jeff on the arm. "Hey Jeff, look... " she pointed at Patrick. "He looks a lot like my tampon when I'm coming off of my period." She joked and the group chuckled together, all but Patrick. "Seriously though, you guys. I think you all hit bit on that Forevernator project." She said, changing the subject.

 

"Yea, I'veee been kicking rocks, stepping in dog crap and more, on purpose all this morning. And thee scuffs just disappeared and the crap simply, fell off." Jeff confessed. "I love my shoes."

"Franks, shoes." I'Lean corrected.

 

"My scotch bottle never goes empty," Patrick exclaimed.

 

"I have seven grams of coke that will never run out on me. I call my coke... I'Lean!" Carlos spat out.

 

"Carlos?" I'Lean called. "Shouldn't you be standing out in front of Home Depot, waiting on someone to give you work?"

 

"Hey I'Lean?" Carlos called out as well, although the both of them set right next to one another. "How come when you look at something, your eyes separate like oil and water?"

 

"Enough you guys..." Bella interjected, then added, "you guys are telling... you've possibly found a way to end world hunger. By Forevernating just one apple, you could feed families. That apple could regenerate itself after each and every single bite. Or..." She held up a finger as she looked around at the crew. "You guys could run a test on a live insect or Rodent, to see if you all have just created eternal life." Bella presented.

 

The group all looked back and forth between one another, then they all burst into laughter. "Nah!" They all disagreed at once.

 

"Hey, what're you going to do for your birthday tomorrow, I'Lean?" Asked Carlos.

 

"I don't know. I'm not sure if I want to do anything." I'Lean set forth.

 

"Oh, tomorrow's your birthday? That's cool! You have to do something!" Bella chimed in. "Why didn't you tell me?"

 

Jeff spoke out, saying "Yea, she doesn't really much like talking about her birthday."

 

"Why, I'Lean? It's your birthday." Bella inquired.

 

"Look at her, Bella. Would you be proud to celebrate being born into that shit?" Patrick, pointed a finger at I'Lean.

 

"Patrick, screw you and your L.E.D. skin tone!" I'Lean snapped.

 

"I'Lean?" Bella, called for her attention, "If you don't mind me asking, how did you get in the wheelchair? We're there some kind of accident?"

"No, I was born like this."

 

"Holy shit, I'Lean!" Carlos, cut in quickly, adding, "Thoughts were passed back and forth between me and the guys. And ty thoughts, I mean, we had bets on what may've happened. I thought that you lost your legs in some bombing in Syria."

 

"What?" I'Lean looked confused. "I'm from Iran." She added.

 

"I thought that your parents were into suicide bombing. You're from Iraq, right? Isn't that how your parents died?"

 

"What the hell, Carlos?! My parents aren't dead! They're still in Iran, you jerk. IRAN!" I'Lean fumed.

 

"Oh!" Patrick intervened. "You couldn't run, your parents had to leave you behind and the enemies captured you?"

 

"Whoa!" Bella held a hand high. "What the hell just happened? What're we talking about, here?"

 

"Hey?" Jeff called out. "How come you never get down on your knees and pray, if you're a Muslim?" He questioned I'Lean.

 

"Who in the hell said that I'm a Muslim? I'm a Christian!" She made clear.

 

"Wow!" Carlos said historically. "You're so fucking useless. I see why your parents disowned you. You can't even warship the God that you were meant to warship."

 

"I told you guys, she should be Dis-Girl. She's been disowned because she's a disgrace for being disobedient. Plus-"

 

"Shut up, Jeff!" Bella had to stop him before he really got going again. "There's plenty of people in Iran who are Christians."

 

"Yea and I bet those are the ones who get their legs broken before they exit the womb."

 

"I am sooo, done talking to you, Jeff." Said Bella. "I'Lean, what do you want to do tomorrow?" She asked.

 

"I'll figure something out." I'Lean mumbled.

 

Bella turned her attention toward the guys. "None of you didn't think of anything to do for her? Come on, you're her best friends."

 

Jeff looked at Bella and told her, "I gave up on her birthdays. She's too ungrateful."

 

"Ungrateful!? Really? You took me mountain climbing." I'Lean snapped.

 

"Yea, and all you wanted to do was set there." Jeff blurted out.

 

"And the year before that, Carlos tried to take me ice skating."

 

"Whoa!" Carlos exclaimed. "I did take you ice skating. For some reason, you like you couldn't stand in line like everyone else!"

 

"Wow... You guys are terrible friends. The question is, do I even want to get involved you assholes?"

 

"They're my friends." I'Lean, boasted. Reminding Bella. "They best group of friends I've ever had. Yeah, they're assholes. But, they're my assholes. They don'tt show pity or pamper me. You know, I grew up in a house where everything was done for me. I mean, everything.

 

My dad was still trying to help me blow my nose, at age sixteen. When I came to this university, everyone was so like, 'oh, let me help I'Lean do this or let's help do that. Then, I met these assholes. I fell in love, on day one. They don't believe in taking easy on I'Lean and I like that for a change." She explained.

 

"Yea." Bella stood to leave. "Still say that you guys could be a little nicer."

 

"Trust me." Says Patrick. "We're always trying to help I'Lean put her best foot forward." He smiled.

 

 

"Hey!" Jeff called out to Bella as he jogged down the hallway towards her.

 

"Hey hey!" She spoke as he neared.

 

"I took note of what you said back there. Did you have a group in mind that you wanted to join? Because there is an opening in ours. You're more than welcome, you know? I would love to have you in the position." He noticed the look that she gave him. "The position in our group." He revised.

 

"Sure, but why are you inviting me in? I mean, I've seen your work. But, none of you guys have ever seen what I can do."

 

"Actually, I have. I kinda googled you by mistake when I was taking a shit. I think we could really use your help in the lab. Plus, we have a new project that we're all working on for Mr. Cunninlee's class." Jeff informed her.

 

Before she could say a word, she and Jeff, both were startled by the sound of the Janitors voice. "Did yousss sssay a cum-in-me-classss?" His eyes were bright-eyed with a wide and creepy smile.

 

"Cunninlee class!" Bella, quickly corrected.

 

"Oh, I'ssss ssso disssapointed."

 

"How could you even think that there's a class for that?" Jeff twisted his face.

 

"Sometimes, I'sss make missstakesss. One time I'sss thought that Winn-Dixiesss was a contest. I'sss sssaid, sssign me up!"

 

"Winn-Dixies isn't even spelled with that kinda dick!" Bella set straight.

 

"I'sss know, now. I'sss wasss ssso disssappointed." He looked sad, then happy all of a sudden. "I'sss found other waysss to win at other eventsss. Jeff, yousss wanna walk with me, ssso we can talk about it?"

 

"Hell no! I'm straight!"

 

"Yousss ssstraight? I'sss curve to the right."

 

"Ew!" Bella, spoke out. "No, he mean he's straight, man. Not gay."

 

"Trussst me, I'sss working on changing that." The Janitor raised an eyebrow at Jeff.

 

"Um, Jeff?" Bella called out, once she noticed the look of disgust that Jeff was giving the Janitor. "You should go catch up with the group. I'll stop past the lab later. I have to go and see my boyfriend." Bella suggested and Jeff took off, without a single word.

 

Moments later, when Bella was setting in her room at her vanity table, applying a little touch of eye shadow. Bella rarely used make-up. But, when she did, well, let's just say, she uses them exceedingly well.

 

"Hey, Bella?" Her roommate called.

 

"Hey hey, Angela?" She responded, while still looking into the mirror.

 

"Lalah and I are going to the party. Are you sure you don't want to come?"

 

"No, I told you guys, my boyfriend is on his way up. He'll be here any moment." The two girls left the room. Bella, slipped into her short mini skirt and a tube top. She looked through the mirror at herself seductively as she pinned up her hair. She kind of wished that she were going to the party.

 

It was a party thrown by Monica, at her apartment inside of the very same building that Jeff and the others lab is located in. But, she figured, she'll have a chance to see Monica later tonight.

 

Moments later, there was a knock at the door. She figured it must her boyfriend. "C'mon in!" She yelled. The door opened and she was very surprised at who she saw.

 

"Damn, Bella! Is all of that sexiness for me?"

 

"Hey hey, Monica. What... What are you doing here?" Bella, questioned as she watched Kerena smiling in the hall and Jordan winking as she shut the door from outside. "I'm guessing that they're job is to make sure that no one enters?"

 

"That's their job." Monica, said as she slowly stepped toward Bella. Bella watched over Monica's body. She was in love with the way she moved in towards her. One foot overstepping the other. Her thick thighs were strong and trim.

 

 

"Sara Johansson?" Bella, blurted out, nervously.

 

Monica's arms dropped to her side as she stood in place. A frown grew to cover her face. "Please, tell me you did not Sleep with my little sister?" Her face was blank, but her eyes were full of anxiety.

 

"What!? Oh, no!" She chuckled. "I don't even know who she is."

 

"So, why did you bring her up?" Monica was very protective of Sara. Bella could really see that in Monica's face. "Did you hear something about my kid sister?"

 

"No, calm down, Monica. She's fine. I told my boyfriend about us and he said that he has a Sara Johansson that works for him."

 

"You told your boyfriend?" She was confused. "Is that like... a make him jealous type of thing?" She frowned.

 

"No, it's a honesty-type thing. He understands and trust me."

 

Monica thought it over for a second or two. "He can't be talking about my sister. Sara works for the one and only," Monica, made quotations with her hands as she said, "Mr. Anayveade Himself!" And started to head closer towards Bella.

 

"Well, that must be her."

 

"I don't understand. Are you trying to imply that you're Mr. Anayveace's girlfriend?" Monica, twisted her lips while giving a look of doubt.

 

"Mrs. Anayveace Herself!" Bella smiled. But, Monica just looked at her, as if she was presenting fools' gold.

 

Monica walked over to the vanity table in front of Bella. "You know... I don't know what type of game you're playing but, I'll play along. Just... let's leave my sister out of it." Monica set her bottom and lifted her legs, exposing herself. "I'm not use to role playing, but if you're Mrs. Anayveace herself, then I'll be..."

 

Then the door flew open and Kerena yelled inside. "Mr. Anayveace Himself!"

 

"Damn it, Kerena! I was gonna say that! Stop ease dropping on us!" Monica blurted out.

 

"No!" Jordan yelled pass Kerena. "Mr. Anayveace is here." She reiterated.

 

Then, Mr. Anayveace walked into the room. Monica's jaw dropped along with her legs. "Am I interrupting?" He entreated.

 

"Holy shit." She murmured.

 

"It's okay Jordan, shut the door." Bella, set forth.

 

 

Outside of the University, I'Lean led the group through the parking lot, towards their lab. Jeff, emerged from the University building to quickly locate the rest of the group. He spotted the trio and ran to catch up with them.

 

"Hey you guys, wait up!" He called out and the group stopped and waited. But, just as Jeff it to the group, Copland came from in between two vehicles.

 

"Hey, guy!" Copland startled the youngsters. Most of them jumped. "Look at what we got here..." Copland circled the group. "My four little gang bangers. Huh!?...Jeffrey." Copland looked over the rim of his spectacles, down at Jeff. "The Black Disciple Reject. You look like one of them black-powered soma' bitch's. Your 'WAKANDA FOREVER!!!' looking ass. You look like you been chasing zebras and drinking lion milk your whole damn life. And you!" Copland stepped over to Patrick. "The got damn, Cloverland G. Patrick Macbeth. Your 'HEARTS, STARS, AND HORSESHOES, CLOVERS AND BALLOONS' ass face. Why the hell are you so damn bright? You been sniffing LED again? Your skin tone is beyond white, your ass neon whit. And poor little Ms. I'Lean!"

 

"Copland ple-"

 

"Shut the fuck up Carlos!" Copland snapped. "Every time you open your fucking mouth, I smell taco stands, serves as, and donkey dick. You look like one of those MS 13 mother fuckers, they used for passing around. You got fucked in this little gang, here, didn't you?" Copland looked back over at I'Lean. "I'Lean from I-RAN, HA! This bitch don't stand a chance no matter what she doing." Copland, stepped closer towards I'Lean. "Are you drunk, I'Lean?"

 

"What? No Sir."

 

"Are you sure? Look right here, place both eyes on my finger and follow it from side to side. Do you even know how many fingers I'm holding up?" He questioned, but she never responded. "You still running around with them Rollin 60's?" He took hold of I'Leans' hand. "C'mon, stand up I'Lean. Let me search this chair."

 

"Sir!" I'Lean pulled away. "May we please go, or are we being arrested?"

 

"You know what? I should lock up all your asses."

 

"For what?" Jeff, questioned.

 

"Indecent exposure. Walking around my parking lot, looking so damn stupid. Get the hell outta here." Copland ordered the and they took there leave.

 

It was just a few hours later, when Jeff set next to Carlos at the main lab table. We're just about set to go. We're just waiting for-" Jeff's phone chimed, cutting him short. "Okay, that was Bella who just text me. She says that she will be pulling up, out front. Her boyfriend is dropping her off." He explained and they all rushed over to the window. "That must be them," Jeff mumbled as low as possible.

 

 

"Yea, that car is very expensive. I've seen it in the Motor Feinds new magazine." Carlos made known. They all set in the window, watching closely.

 

"I wonder what's taking her so long to get out?" Patrick questioned.

 

"I can't see inside. The windows are too dark." Jeff said.

 

"I know what's taking her so long," I'Lean mumbled so low that the others couldn't hear what she had said.

 

After another minute or two, the passenger door opened and so did the back door. As Bella exits the front passenger, with a bag. Suddenly, Monica exits the back passenger. The crew watched as Bella and Monica embraced. Bella headed towards the building that house the group's lab as Monica hopped into the passenger seat, shut the door and the vehicle pulled away.

 

"What the hell just happened?" Carlos questioned.

 

"Yea, what is Monica Johansson doing with them and why is she leaving with Bella's boyfriend?" Jeff entreated.

 

"Hey guys, does this feel like Deja Vue?" Patrick asked.

 

But, Carlos were the first to answer, saying, "I thought it was just me."

 

"That's weird for all three of us to feel it at the very same time." Jeff spoke out.

 

"Hey I'Lean, you feeling anything?" Carlos, wanted to know.

 

"Nothing but excitement!" I'Lean, said as she rolled over to her section.

 

Everyone else slowly walked back to their sections. Bella, came walking inside with a huge smile covering her face and a bag in her hand.

 

"Hey, hey y'all! He gave me that device you asked for Jeff." She reached into her shirt and dug into her bra and removed the small device. She passed him the computer chip. It's specially designed by Mr. Anayveace's LLC, to enhance the capabilities of any machine to reach unimaginable heights.

 

Bella turned to face I'Lean, then walked over towards her. I'Lean closed her eyes and opened her mouth, just as Bella bent down and buried in her face.

 

"Mmm!" I'Lean smiled. "I taste cock, balls, chocolate Axe body wash, and a hint of... this is new." I'Lean, licked her lips, "Wow! Do I taste pus-"

 

"Shhh!" Bella smiles with one finger over her lips. "Don't go telling all a girl secretes."

 

I'Lean, smiled as she opened her eyes. "Well, that's the freshmen set of balls I have ever smelled." She looked at Bella and told her, "I didn't notice the last scent the last two times I used the Timemonator to visit this moment." I'Lean, testified.

 

"Wait, what did you say?" Patrick interrogated. "You used the Timemonator? It works?"

 

 

"And you used it to smell second hand balls?" Carlos added to the question.

 

"I think you guys oughta smell those balls." I'Lean pointed over to Bella's mouth, and Bella nodded in agreement with a smile.

 

"Hold on, that's why we all felt daja vue?" Jeff, inquired.

 

Bella straightened up. "I felt that, too. I thought it was just me!" She walked back over to, I'Lean. "Okay, if you are time traveling, that means that you've lived this moment already. What's in this bag that I brought with me?"

 

Without delay or ever looking at the bag in Bella's hand, I'Lean answered, saying, "Ancient Dragon, lab shirts with each of the boys names on their own shirts. And for me and you, you brought us the first ever Hosanna Hoyden shirts from your new brand."

 

"Holy shit, I'Lean!" Bella, became really excited. "Hosanna Hoyden hasn't even been made public yet. You couldn't have possibly known about it. How far in the future are you from?"

 

"Not far."

 

Patrick looked at I'Lean, shaking his head in disappointment. "So, it's will be safe to say that you still don't gain use of your legs in the future." Patrick asked.

 

"Do we get this done tonight?" Jeff, wanted to know.

 

"When do we have our way with, Bella?" Carlos asked and Bella frowned. "Do I ever have my way with Bella?" Ask reiterated.

 

"I can't say any more than what I've already said. I already went the route of telling you guys about the complications and it makes the future worst."

 

"You hear that Bella?" Carlos, inquired, "It gets complicated between us."

 

"I don't think she meant between us two." Bella, set forth.

 

"If it causes complications, why do you keep coming back, I'Lean?" Questioned Jeff.

 

I'Lean looked up to the ceiling and held her hand high as she cried out, "I'm addicted to the scented taste of the balls!" She looked at her friends with pity. "Sorry that I can't help you guys. But, my time is up." And just like that, the old I'Lean was back.

 

"Did you guys see her glitch?" Asked Jeff, while starting at I'Lean.

 

"I just had the weirdest dream, you guys." I'Lean looked confused.

 

"Yea, and she's now wearing different pants with a slightly different length ponytail on her head." Carlos, said slowly.

 

"So, it switches us? The one from the past goes to the future and the one from the future goes to the past, lads." Patrick set forth. "This is gonna be epic!"

 

"Everybody to your stations!" Jeff ordered.

 

"Holy crap!" Bella grabbed her stomach.

 

"What's wrong?" Carlos questioned.

 

"I really shouldn't have drunk that milk."

 

"Milk? Is that code for what I think, Bella?" Asked Jeff.

 

"No! You asshole. I had a bowl of cereal. I love cereal, but milk does not honor our relationship."

 

"You have to shit?" I'Lean, questioned.

 

"Please, don't say it again. It makes me have to go more." Bella winner while holding her stomach.

 

"No, shit!" Jeff teased.

 

"Please!" She pleaded.

 

"You know what, lad? This seems like a shitty situation." Patrick added.

 

"Seriously! Please, shut up." Bella shouted.

 

"Whoa! Bella's got some shit with her, today." Carlos blurted out.

 

"Girl, you better get your shit together." I'Lean added.

 

Bella, felt her stomach bubble. Everyone could hear the rumbling. "Stop y'all!?" She begged with a frown.

 

"This shit crazy!" Jeff teased.

 

"Shut the fuck up!" She clutched her stomach with both hands, after dropping her bag.

 

"Damn, what type of shit are you on, Bella?" I'Lean laughed.

 

"You have to be shitting me, you have a shitty attitude." Jeff chuckled.

 

"Where's the bathroom?" Bella clutched her ass and ran towards the back of the lab.

 

"You shitty bastard!" Carlos yelled out. Then, a tart smell hit them all.

 

"Wow!" I'Lean said while sniffing the air.

 

"Shit just got real." Jeff, said as he watched I'Lean sniffing and to taste the sent in the air. "I'm... Okay you guys, back to business. I think it had to work this time." Jeff started. "I re-opened the location provider under a whole new filing system. This chip that Bella gave us, is uploading as we speak."

 

"I see the potential this time. I think it's going to work, lads!" Patrick yelled out as he flipped switches on the machines that set on his desk.

 

Jeff let be known, "Okay, the chip is fully synchronized, fellas!"

 

"Steady guys! Everything is going to the max!" I'Lean promised. "We got this, we're looking good!"

 

"Holy shit, HOLY SHIT!" Carlos blurted out. "The doors are now, opening! I think you've done it, Jeff! We've got action!" He started to count down, in sync with the timer on his monitor.

 

A weird, colorful light began to flash in front of their eyes. "Hey, you guys seeing this?" I'Lean questioned.

 

"Yea, I thought I rolled a bad batch!" Jeff, spat out. Then, suddenly, everything froze, but their eyes. They were able to look around, but nothing more. In a snap of a finger, everything unfroze.

 

"Whoa!" I'Leans eye searched the room. "Does that mean that it worked?"

 

"I can't believe it!" Carlos, blurted out. Then, he added. "It says we're in the year 1984, guys."

 

 

"Holy shit!" Jeff screamed while he and Patrick both scrambled over to the window. It was daylight outside, now. When originally, it was night. College students walked around, dressed in old 1980s clothing. Their hair styles were strange to the young groups' eyes. "Come and look at thi-" Jeff started to say when everything froze again.

 

No one could move. And after a few second, everything went back to normal. "Were we there? We were actually in the past?" Carlos wanted to know.

 

"We were there, lads. OH MY GOD!!! WE JUST TIME-TRAVELED!!!" Patrick screamed very loudly.

 

"We were in the year 1984?" I'Lean questioned.

 

"HELL YES, WE WAS!!!" Jeff, shouted proudly. I'Lean did her victory screams as the other three jumped for joy.

 

Bella, came running out from the back, she looked very paranoid. "What the hell just happened? I froze twice."

 

"We did it Bella, we went to the year 1984 and back!" I'Lean swore.

 

"Holy shit! I've got to go!" Bella ran for the front door but, she realized that she wouldn't make it, so she turned around and ran back into the bathroom, again.

 

They all smoked on Jeff's Forevernated marijuana bunt, which they never had to worry about burning down. Although, they did constantly need to delight it before each inhale.

 

Patrick pulled drinks from his Forevernated bottle of scotch, which never goes empty. And Carlos sniffed lines of coke, all by himself, between sipping and smoking. About two hours later, Jeff found himself waking up on the floor.

 

I'Lean was passed out on Patrick's lap. They were both laying naked on a lazy boy recliner, while Carlos was completely naked, sleeping in I'Lean's wheelchair with coke around his nose.

 

Jeff, jumped up and snatched the underwear from off the top off his desk and slid them on. After that, he woke the crew.

 

"I need my panties," I'Lean, told Jeff.

 

"Why the hell are you telling me? I don't know where your panties are."

 

"They're on your head," she chuckled. He snatched them from his head and tossed them in her face.

 

"We have to get to out dorms. If Copland see's us sneaking back, we're going yo catch hell."

 

"Whats the guy's deal anyway? There's no curfew law here. He just makes his own damn rules, lads." Patrick, said as they all cleaned up, before heading out.

 

"Shhh..." I'Lean took lead. "This way." She waved Patrick along and Jeff, then, Carlos followed behind him. "All clear. Let's move." I'Lean, rolled through the parking lot, in between parked vehicles as the three boys ducked low, following behind her. Suddenly, she stopped. "Wait! Who are those two people talking?"

 

"That's just one person, your seeing doubled portions." Patrick, teased.

 

"Shut up and turn down your brightness, you're radiating too much light." She shot back, "We're okay. I don't think that's Copland, over there." I'Lean said, right before they were all startled.

 

"Hey, guy!" Copland stepped out in front of I'Lean. "Come on out here, guy. Each and every one of you. Let me see what y'all got going on here." Copland, stepped back to allow them room to come out from in between the vehicles. "My favorite group of dumb ass, smart kids. The not-so-fantastic four. Where in the hell is y'all sneaking too?" Copland looked over their blank faces. His eyes stopped on, Patrick. "Tell me, how In the hell do you call yourselves sneaking anywhere, with this highlighter in the middle of the group? It's like his skin tone is set to glow stick. Every time I look at him and close my eyes, I still see his image, like I've been staring at a got damn light bulb. It looks like y'all walking with a got damn night light. With ya 'WE'LL KEEP THE LIGHTS ON FOR YA!!!' mobile motel six looking ass."

 

Copland looked over at I'Lean. "And why the hell is I'Lean leading the way? The bitch is looking in the wrong damn direction, the entire time. She ain't even looking at where she going. The stiff bitch can't even duck down. As soon as she roll out, she's caught."

 

Copland pointed over towards Jeff. "You black soma'-mah-bitch! Ya black ass should know better. Following behind a lazy-eyed bitch, with no legs and a life-size, glow-in-the-dark leprechaun. As soon as your black ass gets shot, it's going to be your own damn fault. You know why? Because, your black ass is outside at night, on a white collage campus, ducking in between people cars and shit. You lucky I don't just shoot your dumbass and go get my vacation, with pay and a metal when I come back."

 

Then, Copland looked at Carlos, "And why in the hell is you in the back? Y'all got the star player out of the game. This the mother fucker who done snuck IN America, THROUGH America, by going UNDER America." Copland looked around. "He could do this shit with his eyes closed, underwater on one leg. But, y'all goin' let this stiff bodied bitch, with only one speed, take charge. Her chair ain't even got a motor! What the hell is y'all hiding for anyway?" Copland asked, puzzled.

 

 

For a second or two, the group didn't know what to say. Then, I'Lean noticed, Tommy. "We were hiding from Tommy!" She blurted out.

 

"Tommy?" Copland turned and noticed Tommy walking. "Tommy, get your fat ass over here!" He yelled out. "Talking about, 'we were hiding from Tommy'. Everybody hiding from Tommy. Look at his neck... you can't. You know why? 'Cause, that shit is hiding from Tommy. You think they discontinued Twinkies? No, them bitchs just hiding from, Tommy."

 

He looked over at Tommy again. "Tommy, your throat need a damn brake." He warned once Tommy neared. "Got damn it, guy! What the hell took you so long? Learn how to pick up your feet when you walk, guy. You just dragged the sole off them soma'-mah-bitchs, all the way through my parking lot. Look... your fat ass is too heavy to be sliding your feet. You just erased a fat ass line straight through that oil spot." Copland looking from Tommy, to I'Lean, back to Tommy. "Now, why are you scaring poor Little Ms. I'Lean? You know the bitch always sees two of your big asses coming from two different angles. The bitch don't know where to go. I bet your heavy-duty ass gotta hold your stomach up to get your dick sucked. Your fat ass needs to go exercise. Go play soccer with I'Lean. Y'all go run some track together or done shit. Maybe, play a game of basketball. I'Lean, how's your jump shot?"

 

"Screw you, officer Cock stand." I'Lean spat out.

 

"Stand up and look me in the eyes when you address me. Talking about some, cock stand. At least my cock can stand on command." He teased.

 

"Can I go, Mr. Copland?" Questioned Tommy.

 

"No! I'm still trying to understand how your fat ass ever wipe your own ass? I think America wants to know, Tommy. Who's wiping all the fat asses? You can't be doing it alone. That shit takes teamwork. I bet you gotta floss your ass with a beach towel, don't you, guy? I would lock your ass up for questioning, but I left the beat trap at the station. Don't you know that it's people in Africa dying, because your fat ass keep eating on all the snacks? I don't think that you understand that all that fat could kill you, guy. Im'a start calling you 'Any Day Now.' Because, your ass could have a heart attack and die 'ANY DAY NOW!!!'

 

Copland looked around. He took a sniff of the air, "Why in the hell do I smell gasoline and opened ass?" Copland and the others jumped when they saw the Janitor pop out from over Copland's shoulder and whispered in his soft tone, gay voice.

 

"Isss keep gasoline in my hairsss, for easssy access." The Janitor wiped his palm over his greasy hair.

 

"Got damn you, Janitor! Didn't the judge tell you that if you stood behind another man again, you would be in a clear violation of your parole terms and conditions? Get your greasy ass hands, out of your pocket! I know what you're doing!" Copland yelled in pure hatred for the Janitor.

 

"Ow, yousss want to come sssearch me? Yousss can check my pocket, officer." He lifted both hands, ready to be searched.

 

 

"Hell no! I ain't falling for that shit a third time."

 

"Yousss handsss alwaysss been ssso ssstrong. Yousss-ssshould've been a engineer, sssted of a security guard."

 

"Soma'-mah-bitch, Janitor. I told you, you was never going to amount to nothing and I was right." Copland, fumed.

 

"Yousss wass wrong. Isss alwaysss mount sssomething." The Janitor smiled, then added, "Me and officer Copland went to school together. We use to call him 'Cock Hand'. Y'allsss know why?" The Janitor looked over the students who were all just standing by.

 

"Janitor shut the fuck up! Ya, 'HE'S THE SWEET ONE'. Hold the Doctor Pepper, put extra spinkles with glitter, mixed with vaseline stuffed all in your ass, looking boy!"

 

"I'sss caught officer Cock Hand looking at me, playing with hisss penisss.". Said the Janitor and everyone looked shocked.

 

"You sweet tooth soma'-mah-bitch! I was taking a piss in the bathroom and I looked at the door, to see who was coming in, got damn it!"

 

"But, we looked eyes, didn't we?" The Janitor blushed.

 

"I oughta' taze you in the got damn face, again!" Copland got so mad that he stomped as he yelled out.

 

"Oh! Cock Hand, yousss-ssstill do that thing where yousss get mad and ssstomp ssso hard that yousss jawsss jiggle like butt cheaksss?" He pointed at Copland face.

 

"You pushing it, Janitor." He warned.

 

"Ohh! Cock Hand, yousss remember when we wasss on the debate team? Isss massstered being in front of the debate team."

 

"No, Janitor! You 'masturbated' in front of the debate team. It's a got damn difference!" Copland, fumed.

 

"Oh, yousss remember that, too, huh?"

 

"I hate your greasy, gay ass!"

 

"Yousss got sssomething againssst gaysss?" Asked the Janitor.

 

"No, I got something against your ass!"

 

"That's it, turn your ass around!" Copland ordered.

 

"Yousss ssso nasssty. Yousss like it out in public?"

 

"Turn the fuck around, guy!" He yelled out.

 

"let'sss atleassst go hide in between thossse carsss." The Janitor suggested.

 

"Damn it, guy. You done did it!" Copland removed his taser gun and short the Janitor in the face and held the trigger. Everyone jumped as the Janitor dropped and started flopping around on the ground like a fish out of water.

 

"See, guy. See what you made me do?!"

 

The Janitor looked up as he lay on his belly and said to Copland, "Yousss just wanted to see me jiggle."

 

Copland looked over at the students and yelled out. "Get the hell out of here!" They all took off running, I'Lean rolled as Tommy dragged along side of her. Then, Copland squeezed the trigger again.