As I wrapped up my class assignment on the laptop, the monolith
suddenly appeared in my room. I shut my laptop and got to my feet. I was
dressed in jeans and a black-and-white striped blouse; my white Vans sneakers
completed the look. Mr. Smith walked out of the monolith. I inhaled deeply and
smiled.
“How have you been, my Remi?” he asked, stepping
closer and enveloping me in a warm hug.
“He said my Remi,” I mused. I instinctively wrapped my arms around
his neck.
I said with a grin, “I’ve really missed you.”
He smiled and asked, “How about a trip to 1989?” I
thought for a moment and replied, “Are we planning to swipe something while
we’re there?”
“Why do you assume that’s my only plan?
Sometimes I just want to enjoy a getaway with my beautiful girl.” He leaned and
gave me a deep kiss. I looked up at his angelic face, eager to travel again.
“Okay, let’s go,” I
said. He chuckled, “We’ll go as soon as we’re dressed for the era.” We embraced
the fashion of the late 1980s. He wore a classic tie-dyed t-shirt under a brown leather jacket,
complemented by classic 501 jeans, a matching brown leather belt, and Nike
sneakers. His hairstyle was a perfect nod to the iconic late 80s look. I chose
a white top with a denim jacket and straight-leg jeans, completing my outfit
with white high-top Reebok sneakers.
He wore a classic tie-dyed t-shirt under a brown
leather jacket, complemented by classic 501 jeans, a matching brown leather
belt, Nike sneakers and his hairstyle was a perfect nod to the iconic late 1980s
look. I chose a white crop top with a denim jacket and straight-leg jeans,
completing my outfit with white high-top Reebok sneakers. The AI gave my hair a
fabulous 80s makeover. I adorned myself with bold, gold dangling
earrings—an unusual choice for me, but Mr. Smith insisted we should blend in. I
recalled Melanie's words: “Who cares?” A smile crept onto my
face at the memory.
“Are you ready?” he
asked, and I nodded in response as we stepped out of the monolith hand in
hand. We found ourselves in a park bustling with life; children
playing while their parents kept a watchful eye. It felt surreal to be
in 1989, knowing my mom was just 11 years old at this moment. We hopped into a
taxi to explore the Heritage Museum of the O.C., followed by a visit to a
nearby indoor mall.
As we strolled
through the shops, I spotted a woman with striking red hair. She resembled
Tracy just enough to catch my attention. As she drew closer, our eyes met, and
a thought crossed my mind: could she be Tracy’s daughter? I recalled
that Tracy didn’t live in the O.C., unless she did and then moved later.
As we walked by, a gentle smile graced her lips,
adding to the intrigue. She gave me a nod. Mr. Smith paid no attention to our
unspoken interaction; in fact, his mind was preoccupied with other things. We
took a bus to a nice hotel called the Hyatt; we checked in. The
room was nice, clean, and comfy. “This hotel has a nice little restaurant
downstairs; would you like to go?” he asked me, as he wrapped his arms around
my slender waist holding me close.
“Okay,” I said, looking into his eyes, amorously. The
monolith appeared in our room and Mr. Smith put the ‘do not disturb’ sign
on the doorknob of our room, then we went into the monolith.
“Remi, we have plenty of time before dinner is
served. What do you feel like doing?” he asked, with a wink of his eye. He
removed his jacket and casually threw it onto a black chair beside one of the
consoles in the control room. “I'm not sure, what do you feel like doing?” I
teased playfully with a sly smile.
"Again? You want to have sex again?" I
asked, a bit timidly with a giggle.
"Why
not?" he shot back. "Don't you want to be with me?"
“I do, but…”
“But what? Are
you being shy?” he asked. I playfully laughed.
“Ah, I get it, you’re just messing with me,”
he said with a playful click of his tongue and a cheeky grin as he strolled
over, scooped me up, and tossed me over his shoulder. He gave my backside a
couple of playful smacks.
“Mr. Smith, I can walk on my own, please put me
down.”
“You’re such a
naughty girl,” he replied, carrying me down the hallway into one of the living
rooms of the monolith. The decor in this room was pretty much the same as in
all the others. The walls are painted black and covered in odd
geometric patterns, with the light in the room shining through the lines that
form the shapes.
(They have an
intimate moment)
We nestled beside one another,
his warm embrace enveloping me. “Are you alright? You’ve been so quiet,” he
murmured.
“I’m fine,” I replied, turning
to meet his gaze. “I adore every curve of your body,” he whispered, pulling me
closer as his fingers traced the contours of my hips. “Remi, will you still
love me if I change?” A moment of hesitation lingered in the air, my heart
racing at the weight of his question. I looked into his eyes and said, “I will always love you. Stop
talking like that; I doubt you'll be changing anytime soon," I told him,
attempting to persuade him, though I realized it was more for my own sake than
his.
He replied with conviction, “And I will
always find you, regardless of the distance between us. You are the one I want
by my side.” As he kissed me, a thought crossed my mind: I should have
understood that change was inevitable for him, and it would come swiftly and
harshly. Deep down, I believe he has a new body ready
for him, one he’ll resort to if he gets seriously hurt beyond the AI's help.
The AI is correct; eventually, he would have to let go of the body he’s in, if
it came down to it.
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