Friday, May 30, 2025

Excerpt from A New Face Part 4 Chapter 31: Melanie, Mr. Smith and I

 


(An excerpt from Chapter 31-Part 4 of A Time Traveler's Companion)

The sun was shining through my curtains when I woke up. Melanie was right next to me. I gave her a gentle shake. She stirred and let out a big yawn. When she opened her eyes and looked at me, a sweet smile spread across her face. I laughed a little and asked, “What are you doing here?” She propped herself up on one elbow and tried to kiss me.

 “Quit playing around,” I said, giving her a gentle nudge and looking at her, expecting some clarity. She sighed and replied, “Alright, if you really want to know, Jack was out with Leila, and I felt a bit lonely. When I came over, you were already out cold, so I figured I’d just crash next to you,” she shrugged. I chuckled and shook my head, rolling my eyes in a playful way. I laughed and said, "Looks like you and Mr. Smith have taken a liking to my bed." Her eyes widened in surprise, and she gave me a peculiar look that suggested she knew more than she was letting on. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was keeping something from me. A hidden truth that barely brushes the surface, something she’s concealing yet yearns to share with me. I exhaled and said, “How about grabbing some breakfast? My parents are both at work, and I have the day off. She shrugged, it was apparent she wasn't interested in breakfast.  “What do you feel like doing?”  

She responded, “I was thinking we could head to the 1970s and join a dance-off. You know what that is, right?”  I pondered for a moment and said, “Actually, I’m not sure what it is, but it sounds like you want to have some fun, right?” She nodded enthusiastically.

 I chuckled and replied, “Alright then, let’s do it!”

  We traveled to 1978 and found ourselves at a nightclub buzzing with a dance-off marathon. I laughed and asked, “Melanie, do you really think we have a shot at winning this?” as we hit the dance floor.

The music was pumping, with Heatwave's, Groove Line blasting in the background. And yeah, we totally got some disco outfits to fit in. Melanie donned an adorable blue pastel floral silk satin dress, lowcut front, while I opted for a simple yet flirty cotton blend blue spaghetti strap dress.

We both stepped out in stylish black wedge heels from the 1970s, and my pendant glimmered under the vibrant lights of the nightclub. Traveling with Melanie is a blast; she's all about having a good time. Even though we did not win the contest, we had a lot of fun. Melanie brought us back to my room. The monolith was right there, and I could feel my heart racing with fear. I glanced at Melanie, but she looked completely unfazed, which threw me off.

  “Mr. Smith is here,” I said.
 “Alright Birdie, I guess it’s time for me to head out. I love our fun together, it was a blast,” she said, giving me a fiery kiss on the lips. I couldn’t help but think she was being too bold considering that he was there. She tapped the quantum time manipulator on her wrist and vanished.


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Wednesday, May 28, 2025

Excerpt from A New Face Part 4-Chapter 30: A Trip to 1989

 


(An excerpt from A New Face: Chapter 30 Part 6--A Time Traveler's Companion)

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 back 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 said, leaning in to give me a deep kiss. I looked up at his angelic face, eager to travel again.

“Okay, let’s go,” I said. He chuckled and said, “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.

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 kind of looked a little bit like Tracy. As she approached, our eyes locked in a moment. Then it hit me, “Is she Tracy’s daughter?” I mused. Tracy doesn’t live in the O.C. unless she did but later moved. As we walked past her, a soft smile shadowed her face. She gave me a nod then walked past us. 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 outside, 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. 

"You know my favorite thing, or should I say my absolute favorite thing," he replied with a cheeky grin, as he shifted the crystals around on the matrix table. He glanced back at me, a playful smile on his face.

 "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.

 (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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