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"M..mom?" I called with a gasp. This was plain doom for me. "How did you get your hands on that?" The living room appeared to be spinning. Our house usually looked disordered. The brown couches were tightly packed together, every desk had a lamp on it, thanks to my mother, multiple fish tanks lined the demarcation between the kitchen and the living room. All of that detail seemed choking at the moment.

"Ariyah, I asked you a question, what's this?" She put one hand on her waist, moving even closer.

"Where did you get that?" I demanded instead. On closer view, I perceived her glassy eyes. She had been crying.

"That doesn't matter, I'm asking you why this diary tells that you are bisexual." She spoke in an unelevated volume.

My clouded mind had nothing else to think about. I changed my direction, opening the door and bolting out.

I was in trouble, and there was no escaping it.

I had no idea where I was headed but my feet remained adamant, refusing to stop.

Ten minutes of non stop active running, I paused to catch my breath, stopping beside a sign that read 'bus stop'. I held on to the silver metal part of it, crouching low and putting my free hand on one knee, breathing heavily and waiting for my respiration to return to sync.

The street was lined with busy people, carrying along with their activities. A woman with identical twins passed beside me and the protective mother pulled her kids to a safe distance, observing how they stared at me.

Luke. My subconscious recommended. I didn't think I had a way to contact him.

I pulled my phone out of my school bag. It was a supernatural occurrence that I had maintained balance whilst running with it.

I scanned through the social media apps I was active on, to find him. Going through the class groups I searched for Luke freeman. He was not difficult to find, his facial feature standing out.

"Ariyah?" He said in amusement after picking up.

"How'd you know it was me?" I stood upright, leaving one hand on my waist.

"What's up?" He called instead.

"Can I see you now?" I asked.

*

"...So in other words, you are saying all you need is another bottle of almadate." Luke added in conclusion to his sentence.

I had been in his house for the last twenty minutes trying to decide between talking or not.

"Yes." I nodded in affirmation, "please tell me you have an extra?" I asked him with hope filled eyes.

I wondered if he had parents or he lived unsupervised.

The house was a dark one and I could tell from the living room that the rest of the building would be a mess.

Unused wrappers littered the bean bag sofas, yes, there was nothing else but bean bag sofas, multiple colours that gave off a rainbow effect. The television was a small, old one, and it resembled something from the nineties.

There was a dining table with four chairs surrounding it, in the room and those had been transformed into a laundry rack with clothes every where on the chairs.

The ceiling had about five fans of different sizes and shapes, neither of them actively rolling, adding to the heat wave in the room. In conclusion, I was eager to get out of here.

"Extra?" He chuckled, "I live on extra." He attempted a joke. I stood still, blinking at him.

"You don't get it, do you?" He stopped smiling and shook his head. "You said extra and I'm like…" he tried to explain, moving his hands around like a bus conductor. "You know what, forget it." He shook his head again and waved his hand, nudging me to follow behind him.

He drew apart a curtain of beads that dermacated the living room from every other visible room. Darkness welcomed us instantly, engaging me in stretching my hands as a guide to avoid knocking into elements on the path. That solution didn't last long because he was soon switching a wall lamp on.

"Dark lair." I rolled my eyes and folded my hands. I tried not to lie,  the very best I could.

"When do we get th…" I opened my mouth to ask but was instead drawn into a hole in the floor. The darkness was restored and I screamed for as long as eternity could exist, waving my hands in the air, shrieking on the top of my voice as we traveled down what resembled a bottomless pit.

Soon, we landed. I thought. It felt like a cotton candy but we got there.

"Where is this place?" I grunted, standing to ny feet and wiping off invisible stains from my outfit.

My question was answered when I looked around the room. There were scientific equipments litering the whole room. It looked like an advanced science lab. "Woah, what is this place?"

"This is where I do all my science stuff." He winked at me as we progressed further into the room. He picked up a pencil that was stuck in an automatic sharpener and spun it around his fingers. "Welcome to the future." He chuckled.

I followed behind him, watching with interest a tube that had a green fluid in it. The fluid assumed a boiling state even though there was no heat under it.

"All these things, these gadgets, are they useful?" I wondered aloud, fascinated by how a high schooler could make the equipments from a movie come to life.

"Some of them are." He skipped, "others will soon be."

"Would you like me to give the almadate to you in an oil form, it feels like the less suspicious way to go about it." He asked me, pulling a drawer open and handing a small, transparent box filled with white powder to me.

"How did you even come up with this?" I received the box, scanning it via the barrier.

He walked a few steps behind me and pulled another drawer open. "This here, is a scan of my brain." He handed the laminated scan result to me. It had four different pictures, from four different views.

"The first two are from when I was ten, the other two were done last year from when I was seventeen." He explained, "to avoid unnecessary biology talk, I have a brain that allows me to be smarter than my peers three times."

"Impressive." I said with the least form of interest, handing it back to him. "Do you have a better option for me?" I resumed reference to the almadate in my hand.

"Well, there's expired milk?" He shrugged.

"Stop it," I rolled my eyes,  "just mix it with oil."

"Okay." He chuckled, retrieving the box from me. He placed it on the large desk that barely had any space as it was covered with all sorts of items, including ones I never knew existed.

He extracted the powder into a small bottle and injected it in a bottle of oil similar to the one I'd had earlier. "I'm making one that's enough for you until we figure out a way to spread this to the rest of the world."

"Thank you Luke." I appreciated him sincerely.

"And done." He smirked, shaking the little bottle so the mixture could combine. It gave a little explosion sound, barely audible.

"Drink up." He added, giving the bottle to me. I closed my eyes to brace the unpleasant taste. I scrunched my face in disgust and shook my head after tasting it.

"Okay? I eat llamas for breakfast." I randomly muttered. I waited for a few seconds before allowing my lips to twitch into a smile.

"Perfect." I grinned, unconsciously pulling him in for a hug. "Thank you so much!" I closed my eyes against his shoulder, squeezing him tight. He didn't receive my hug at first, obviously awkward about the contact but soon enough, his body muscles relaxed and he placed his hands on my waist in reception.

"You are welcome." He said.

I pulled away, cleared my throat and chuckled nervously, "I'm sorry about that, I let myself get too excited."

"No, it's okay." He shrugged, "it's fine. Run along now." He told me. I loved that he didn't expect an explanation from me.

"Well, how do I get out of here?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Come on." He led the way. I narrowed my eyes at a brown clock on the table as we made our way outside.

"What's this?" I stopped to pick it up.

"That's just my time run." He said, receiving the rusty looking clock from me. "Don't touch it, it could be dangerous."

"Dangerous, how?" I resumed walking while he led the way.

"You see, for three years now, I've been working on a time machine, but that's never happened. No success at all." He began.

"Okay?" I raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

"But I managed to come up with the time run. It's a reverse clock that takes you to twelve noon the day you use it." He explained even though I was unable to comprehend.

"I don't get it." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"You don't have to." He shrugged. "It's like, this is three o clock and I feel I messed something up, like, missing a show, or breaking important stuff, I use the time run, boom it is twelve in the afternoon again." He smirked, rolling his sleeves further up his arm.

"Wow, that sounds so amazing." I was impressed by this information. "How many times have you used it?"

"Four times. " He creased his arms across his chest, feeling proud.

"What?! So you mean to tell me I've lived my life twice, four times?!" I sounded as astonished as I was.

"You know it." He led me into a tube. It was not the same way we had made an entrance into the room.

I stepped in with him, ignoring how tight the space was. "Pull the lever." He commanded, keeping a straight face.

"Okay?" I did as he said and pulled the green lever down.

It shot us up the tube in a force I didn't know could exist. Another round of endless shrieks followed me all the way up.

We were soon back to his living room and in one full piece. I found my school bag on a blue bean bag and clutched it on.

"Hey, thank you for this." I was willing to stick by Luke so we could rid everyone of this bondage.

"You are welcome. I just hope you will be a part of my team." He said, following me as I made it to the door.

"What about your parents?" I couldn't squelch the itch to ask.

"Oh they died from one of my testing. I used them as test subjects." He said with a serious pitch. I stopped walking, a look of horror on my face. I calmed after he burst out laughing. "You should have seen your face." He held his knees to support himself during his laughing spree.

"You should have seen your face." He mocked in repeat, "I'm just kidding." He stood upright, ridding himself of the imbalance. "They are scientists and they are trying to come up with ways to get rid of this liar gas."

"Why won't you tell them your ideas then?" I wondered in amusement.

"I have. They think I'm too young to know what I'm talking about so there's that. But I'm good, I have someone on my side." He lifted an hopeful eyebrow at me to which I nodded at.

"I'll call you once I gather more information on the lab that began this and find more ways to make the almadate a permanent solution." He said.

"I'll expect that then." I told him.

"Want me to drop you off?" He suggested, opening the door on my behalf. It was a request I didn't mind so I accepted his offer.

"Sure." With a shrug, he ran back in to grab what should be his car keys.

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