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'Sunglasses, Time-Travel, & Iced-Tea' Part 1


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Under the Double Star - Chapter One

1. – Leonard


It was a hot, steamy day as I paced the speed of my 1967 Chevrolet Impala down Woodroffe Avenue. It was a black car – a poor choice for the summer heat – but it worked and that was all that mattered.


In the passenger seat beside me, with a steely look on his face, was my friend Jason. He didn’t look too happy, but that was just his normal look. Also, I didn’t ever let the guy drive – my car was too cool for that. Even though it was very hot right now.


“What about a stop at that place, whatever you call it, I forget,” I started.


“Nah,” Jason responded, as usual. Driving around like this was a common past-time for us, particularly during the summer, and when we didn’t get a lot of hours at work (Jason worked at Wal-Mart and I worked at Canadian Tire). Jason looked interestedly at the trees zooming past us on the right side of the road, behind which lay the neighborhood of Nomorbrook, and I said, “brush it off man, she moved three years ago for Christ sake.”


“Yeah,” he responded. Jason, in my point of view, was your average young man with little inspiration or energy, as well an obvious difficulty with moving on from past relationships. The losses or unwanted memories he’d had in his life stayed well with him, causing him to often wear that steely look. He was an average height, with dark hair, beard, and spectacles; despite the beard, you could see the well-formed jaw line, and I sometimes wondered why he never attracted the odd girl. I, on the other hand, was tall, clean-shaven and to-the-point. I liked to see myself as fast and always decisive.


We pulled into a gas station further up the road at Medhurst, where I filled and paid for the gas, and Jason stood around giving the place an annoyed stare. I didn’t want to be there long – I never liked being in one place for long – so the business dealt with in the convenience store was brief, especially when I looked up from a magazine rack to see Iris, my ex-girlfriend, enter the place. I managed to get out of there without her noticing me.


When I came out, our friend Greg had appeared and was leaning against the Impala, talking to Jason.


“Hey man,” he said happily when he saw me. “I saw you guys pull in! How’s it going?”


Greg carried a skateboard with him. “Not bad," I said. "We’re just driving around.”


Jason said, “Did you see Iris?”


“Yeah, but she didn’t see me.”


“She saw us, though,” Greg mentioned. “Didn’t seem to give us a second glance.”


“Cool by me,” I answered. “Well, it’s a hot day and there’s not much to do.”


Jason said, “it’d be nice to get some excitement going on around here.”


“That would be awesome,” Greg agreed. “Actually, I was wondering if you could drive me the rest of the way to the skate park over by the college.”


“Sure, of course,” I agreed. Anything to make the atmosphere lighter. Greg got into the back of the car, Jason climbed into the passenger seat, and before long we were back on the road.


“How’s your time with Mr. Lee going?” Jason asked Greg.


“Oh cool man, he’s like, very professional. He’s helped me improve my ollies by 30%.”


“You know, I used to have a desk that could do that,” Jason remembered. “Too bad I couldn’t really keep it without all those problems.”


“Yeah,” I agreed. “He helped create that 4th dimension he’s always talking about with that thing. Isn’t your Shawn friend immersed in that?”


“Yeah, just got a couple bucks’ worth of tea bags from there yesterday evening, he was very content about it. I wonder if we’ll see him today. If he isn’t at Donald’s Foods.”


I steered the Impala into the parking lot of the college’s mildly new destruction building – an interesting place geared to the work of proper destruction – and turned off the vehicle. We all got out.


“Did you ever see the show premier of Bedford’s College?” Jason asked. It was this highly-rated teen drama/comedy show he followed similar in style to Glee. “I think it was highly funny when that Brett character fooled everyone in that manhunt game.”


“Oh yeah, that was something I was anticipating,” Greg replied passionately.


We walked towards the skate park just past Baseline station (which was a transit station, not a fish shop or an instrument store) talking about the new debut of Arrested Development and Bedford’s College with great enthusiasm. Soon Jason and I stood at the edge of the concrete platforms to admire Greg’s 30%-better skills, thanks to Mr. Lee. His red hair flashed by in a blur as he spun, ollied, rolled and flipped with superior athletic ability. Then, suddenly, my phone vibrated.


It was a text message from our friend John Paiten. “Yo, check out our new converter!


It’s our best strategic idea yet!”


Oh, man. We couldn’t miss this. “Jason,” I prodded, “we have to go.”


“Really? Look, Greg is spinning through the air sideways.”


“Wow. Cool. But the Johns – they made drastic changes!”


Jason turned towards me, surprised. “Changes? Oh my God, really!? They weren’t possibly able to do that after the recurrent breakdown of the capacitors! They either needed a new residual outfit or 1.21 gigawatts of electricity!”


“Well then, let’s go find out for ourselves then.” I turned toward Greg. “Sorry man! The recurrent breakdown of the capacitors have been regenerated or restored somehow, and we need to go take a peek at it! See you!”


Greg managed to respond to us while upside down in a triple spin. “Wow! Okay, great to see you!”
We ran back to the Impala, excited and astonished.


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