Yep, things can get absolutely and super duper weird. I am not just over-exaggerating. Fort Campbell hadn't changed for the slightest over the forty-one years that had passed leaving many people in my life to be dead. I got to learn my Brother grew up to be a fighter pilot after continuously trying through the grades, struggling to pay attention to one subject,and not be a space cadet. My brother had a family that was around him when he died a couple years ago due to some injury.
"Hellllloo!" A boy waved his hand in my view. "Anyone there?"
I look over to see it is a seventeenish looking boy with a mop of shiny dirty blonde hair.
"Uhhhh." I had a nervous laugh. "Nope."
I then noticed I am in a car. Not a truck,not a jeep, not a mustang. Just a plain old car.
"Did you forget who I am, again?" The boy asks, putting one hand on the side of the driver's wheel.
I stare at the seventeen year old looking boy.
"Yep." I said, with a nod.
"My name is Ryan Debotsen, but please, call me Deb." Deb said.
RYAN SLAGGING DEBOTSEN.
"Hold up." I said, taking the bracelet out of my pocket. I held out the bracelet. "Does this belong to you?"
Deb takes the bracelet out of my hand, while he teared up a little, so much it made me wonder how often the media failed to portray the time when men cried on television. I feel around on my pocket for the keys only to end up empty.
"Phew," I said. "Good thing you've got a normal name. At least it is not Red Botson."
"Boston." Deb said.
"Bot-SON." I shout back.
"BOSTON." Deb shouts.
"BOTSON!" I shout back.
Deb glares back towards me and his eyes narrow towards me.
"I heard you say Boston, damn it." Deb said.
"Noooo." I said. "It is Botson."
"Boston is the criminally swamped city at night." Deb said, tapping his fingers on the wheel. "Botson sounds like son of a 'Bot."
"Auto...Bot." I said.
Damn Auto and Bot went together to make the word Autobot; geeze. Both last names could be put togetherfor the Autobot faction name however I have a good idea that it wasn't just created out that combination and really just the decision of the Cybertronians in the beginning of the Great War. I licked my lips repeating the very thought in my head. Ivy Autospring, Red Botson. Auto, I thought, Bot. The idea sounded neat when I thought about it some more.
"Yeah." Deb said. "I heard."
I look out the window seeing the two buildings somewhat built together they resemble two houses merged.
"Staring out there gets you no where." Deb said, obviously. "Get out and have some feels."
"Nice." I said, in a low voice. "I don't have feelings."
"All people have feelings." Deb said, sounding skeptical as he had a little laugh. "You gotta be joking, dudette."
"Mine fried out." I said. "Crying gets you no where. I learned that a long time ago."
Deb looks at me strangely making a light humming sound raising his left eyebrow up.
"When did you get that up?" Deb asks.
"I didn't want to provoke bullies." I said.Even though school is over for me, I thought back. "I kept my head low, I kept telling stories, and I kept being me. There's nothing that will stop me from being me." I turn away from the window lowering myself into the seat. "We can go back to Detroit."
"You left the card with the Asgarths." Deb said.
"Rosegarths." I correct Deb.
"Whatever." Deb said, turning on the car and went past the house. "I have not gotten a call from them about any misuse of the card."
I eyed at Deb.
"Are you a Tech-O?" I ask.
"I was there when the accident happened." Deb said, putting the bracelet around his wrist. "It is thanks to Sumdac I still have a piece of my mother with me."
"So you're fifty." I said.
"In human years I am still a teenager." Deb said, turning the corner back towards the open street that ends at the stop sign. "I prefer to be called a teenager."
"And a Tech-O." I said.
"But never a Asgarth." Deb said.
"What's with Rose and As?" I ask.
"Nothing." Deb said.
"You're the second person to confuse their last names." I said. "That is fishy."
"I've visited higher realms with the girls." Deb said, with a snicker. "Quite fun times."