*Tommy*

"Tom, could you and Jake see if you can fix the microwave? Benji left it in the garage and never bothered to try and fix it," Dad said as he stopped in the living room, standing infront of the TV.

"Yeah alright," I said, "Now could you please MOVE so I can finish this level?"

"God Tommy, you get your video game obsession from Uncle Billy," Dad laughed, "Just that level, then get your brother and get to work or else we won't have anything to cook dinner in anymore and we'll all starve."

I nodded, grinning as I beat the level and turned the Nintendo off. I ran upstairs and into mine and Jake's room.

"Jake Madden!" I yelled, giggling as he jumped a mile in the air, "Dad says we have to fix the microwave or else we'll starve."

"Thanks for giving me a heart attack," Jake rolled his eyes, before jumping on me and hugging me tightly, "Just for that, you get to carry me."

"Lazy," I smirked, wrapping my arms around his as he wrapped his legs around my waist as well. "Alright, get off me, you're too heavy," I groaned as we reached the garage.

"Thanks Tommy," Jake smiled, kissing me roughly, "Now, let's see how we can fix this thing. What, exactly, is wrong with it?"

"Like hell if I know," I shrugged, "Dad just said it's broken and that Benji wouldn't fix it."

"That helps me a WHOLE lot," Jake rolled his eyes, "Well, I guess we should open it up and see what's wrong then."

"Tom, could you gab one of the wrenches or something like that?" Jake gesture to the corner where the tools are kept. I rummaged through a drawer and came across several screwdrivers.

"What about a screwdriver?" I asked, holding one up, but he didn't look up. He kept examining the microwave.

"Yeah yeah whatever," he dismsed me.

"What kind?" I asked.

"The ones with the tops that cross and shit," he said, making a cross in the air with his hand.

"Phillips head?" I sighed, sticking the screwdriver into his open palm. He set to work quickly and unscrewed the back. We were greeted with a mass of wires and metal. I knew niether of us knew what we were doing, but boys are SUPPOSED to know how to fix shit. We didn't need to be even more gay be being unable to fix a simple kitchen appliance.

"Here I think I got it," he said, pointing to a metal square with the screwdriver.

"And? What do we do with it?" I asked.

"I'll be damned if I know. But everything else seems to be fine... So that my be whats broken," he reasoned. His points seemed valid, and he tried to move the little box. Eventually it seemed to be a lost cause.

"Jake it's not gonna..." I paused at he craked the box open accidentally, a bright white light was emitted from the crack. "Shit man thats not supposed to happen." Suddenly the light grew stronger and the entire thing exploded. Red an orange sparks shot violently everywhere and the white light competely erupted, blinding me momentarily. I fell backwards from the blow but never hit the floor. Only continued to free fall until I smashed the ground with immense force. Seconds later Jake crashed ontop of me.

"AH Get off me..." I gasped, shoving him aside. I opened my eyes, completely shocked to find myself in the middle of a parkinglot.

"Where the HELL are we!?" Jake screamed, jumping up. I looked around. We were at a club but it was daylight and empty. In the distance I saw a sign that said "TONIGHT Good Charlotte Doors Open at 7 PM."

"Dude look at that..." I pulled him over to the sign. Now sure GC was still around and they still played shows (nowhere NEAR the 320 per year they used to) But NO WAY would they play a tiny assed club like this for 200 people!

"Something very. Strange is going on," he said, looking confused.

"D'ya think we smashed our heads and are having another one of those dreams where we're both in em?" I asked.

"Maybe. But if so how come it hurt so bad to fall on you?" he asked.

"I... have no idea."

"This is weird..." I breathed, reading the sign over to make sure it was infact Good Charlotte and not the Goo Goo Dolls or something. "Well... maybe the decided to play a small show?" Jake suggested, "I mean, I don't know. Let's get back home I guess..."

I nodded, looking around. "Nothing LOOKS different... it still looks like the same old Waldorf." Jake nodded, looking around as well.

"Yeah... c'mon, let's get back home and see what happened... maybe get some answers," Jake

said, pulling on my arm. I followed him, noticing the weird looks we were getting from our hair and clothes.

Nothing unusual there. "There's La Planta High..." Jake muttered to himself, "We must be going the right way then... we only live a few blocks away from there."

I walked alongside Jake, looking around and feeling like a tourist. Something inside me was telling me that everything wasn't okay, that something was very different. "There's our street," Jake said, turning the corner.

I followed him down the street, sighing half in relief and half in fear as we came up to our house. Something felt strange about it. "Wait... did Dad get another dog like Cash?" I asked, pointing to a dog that looked exactly like Benji's previous one.

"I don't know... Cash died when we were little.. maybe he got another one just like him," Jake shrugged, walking up the steps and trying to open the door. "Use your key dumbass," I rolled my eyes.

Jake smirked and gave me the finger before putting his key in the lock. "What the hell?" Jake muttered, "The key doesn't fit."

"It what?" I asked in disbelief, "Well, try knocking. We know they're home... they were when we were fixing the microwave."

Jake nodded and knocked on the door. We waited through ten minutes of knocking and getting no response. I went around back and rolled my eyes. "The car's gone," I said, sitting down at the bottom of the stairs with Jake, "They must've gone out somewhere."

"Just great," Jake groaned, "Now we have to wait for them to get home."

Finally I saw a car pull into the driveway. A car that was most DEFINATELY not our's. At this point I wasn't ENTIRELY sure it WAS a car. It looked ready to fall apart. Two men stepped out. Two men who were DISTINCTLY our fathers.

When they were nineteen.

"Oh. My..." Jake and I both stood as they approached us.

"Hey kid, why are you near my door?" Dad asked. At this point I wasn't ENTIRELY sure which Dad it was. One had an eyebrow ring and one had a lipring. I tried to remember who got what first. Finally I noticed a little nose-stud on the one who called me 'kid' and knew it was Benji.

"Uh. We. Uh. Door. Uh," Jake stuttered.

"...Riight," Benji nodded, looking at Jake like he was a total nutcase.

"No but seriously dudes this is our property," Joel said.

"But... Oh shit. This is gonna sound ridiclous. You wont believe us," I rubbed my forehead.

"Go ahead, try me," Joel sighed, folding his arms.

"Were your sons. From the year 2018," I explained.

"Hahhahahah okay thats funny can I go inside now?" Joel asked.

"NO seriously," I insisted while Jake continued to stutter randomly.

"No. Seriously. We wanna go inside now," Benji said.

"I can prove it," I snorted.

"Oh right. G'head kid. Prove it," Benji said sarcastically.

"You both started dating at sixteen. You started dating each other at seventeen. Uh... Benji, you worry that Joel's better looking than you... Your first tattoo was the Irish flag. You have a mole on your right thigh thats really ugly. Joel... Uh. Once when you were ten you sniffed whiteout and passed out. You broke three fingers playing baseball once when the ball hit you and you sleepwalk and when you were fifteen you walked into a wall and were disoriented for five hours and Jake STOP FIDGETING LIKE A DAMN EPILEPTIC."

"...Whoa. How did you know that, y'little fucker?" Joel asked.

"I TOLD you we are your children---JAKE PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!"

"Thats not humanly possible for you to be BOTH our children unless you just happen to accidentally be identical. Oh. Dude. You look like us," Benji laughed to himself. Well, he always was weird.

"We ARE both your children. Joel gets pregnant," I was met with identical blank stares. "No really he did. You think I'm insane I know but you GOTTA believe me."

"Yeah... sure," Benji said slowly, before grabbing Joel's arm, "We're going inside now Joel. C'mon."

"Wait!" I said as they opened the door and started to go inside, "We're telling the truth!"

"Goodbye... we'll see you around," Benji rolled his eyes before closing the door. "Great," Jake muttered, "Now our own Dads don't believe us, we're stuck in 1999 and we have nowhere to stay."

I sighed, feeling tears threaten to spill over. "Hey.. it's okay," Jake said gently, rubbing my back, "We'll find a way to make them believe us."

"Like how?" I demanded, "They obviously aren't going to believe us anytime soon. C'mon, let's at least find a place to stay the night... maybe the park or something. It's Summer at least, so we won't freeze or anything."

*Benji*

"Joel, I'm gonna go walk Cash," I called upstairs to him, "I'll be back in a few."

"Alright!" Joel called back.

I grabbed Cash's leash and attached it to his collar, laughing as he barked happily. I walked outside and headed towards the park, stopping every now and then as Cash felt the desire to sniff around.

I looked around the deserted park, squinting in the dark as I spotted what looked like something or someone sleeping under one of the picnic tables. I walked over to the table and squatted down, peering under the table, and spotting those two weird kids from earlier.

"Hey," I said, shaking the one with the pink in his hair, "What're you guys doing sleeping out here?"

"Dad?" he asked sleepily.

"Ah no, my name's Benji," I said, "Why are you and your friend sleeping out here?"

We don't have anywhere else to go," he replied, rubbing his eyes sleepily, "And he's my twin."

I nodded slightly, "Okay sorry, your twin then. Do you guys wanna spend the night at my place? It's better than staying here," I said, feeling bad for them. Maybe they were just homeless and needed someone to help them out.

The kid nodded and shook his brother awake, before they climbed out from under the table.

"Hey JOEL!" I called.

"What?" he said, strolling out of the kitchen and eyeing the two kids suspiciously.

"They need a place to stay." He looked skeptical, "Come on man, I found 'em sleeping under a fucking table."

"Oh fine," he sighed. I noticed pink boy was looking at the house weird.

"What? Is it THAT attrocious?" I asked.

"No. But in 2018 you added a HUGE addition on the back and have four million dollars worth of furniture. It just seems smaller thats all," he explained. Maybe he really WAS crazy.

"Stop with the 2018 shit ok?" Joel said.

"No. SOMEHOW I will prove this to you. Like... Uhm. You broke your toe when you were fourteen and Joel.."

"Ok look I don't know HOW you know this, but its weird. So STOP IT," Joel said.

"WE ARE YOUR CHILDREN. LOOK, I've even got that fucked up mole," The more Joel-like one yelled, pointing to a mole on his cheek/upper lip.

"Lots of people have it," Joel said. The two kids looked at each other like they had lost a huge war and sighed defeatedly.

"Look you two can sleep on the couch or floor or wherever you feel like but if you steal it I'll kill you," I said. They both nodded slowly and sat down.

"Errr... Joel can I speak with you. Over that way?" I said, pointing to the kitchen.

"Yeah," he said, walking in before me.

"How do they know all this CRAP!?" I whispered franticaly.

"I DONT KNOW!" He whispered back.

"Itssofuckingweird! And they know were together. Who KNOWS who they'll tell!"

"And plus they're insane and you let insane people in our house! WHYYYY!?"

"They have no home and I felt bad," I pouted.

"Since when did you give a shit?" he asked.

"I don't know but when I saw them my heart just broke and I wanted to grab them and make sure they don't get hurt," Joel looked at me curiously, "Well. I did."

"Ok fine but... Oh I don't know. This is such crap. Me. Pregnant. HA!"

I snickered at the thought of Joel being pregnant. "That's fucked man," I laughed, "So, are we gonna let them stay with us? I mean it DOES get lonely here with just us two.. and they don't have anywhere to stay."

"I don't know Benj..." Joel sighed.

"Aww c'mon Joely, who knows, they may be really cool once they stop acting like lunatics," I laughed, "I say we at least give them a chance."

"Yeah... alright," Joel gave in, "I don't see what harm it could do."

"Alright, you two," I said as we walked back into the kitchen, "You guys can stay with us as

long as you like, alright? And what're you're names?"

"I'm Tommy," the pink one said, "And that's Jake."

"Do you have last names?" Joel asked.

"Uh yeah... it's Madden," Jake said softly.

"How'd I know that would be the answer?" Joel sighed in exasperation and threw his hands up in the air as a sign to say 'I give up.'

I bit my bottom lip as they both looked to be feeling a mixture of sadness and dejection.

"Lighten up Joel," I said, sticking up for them, "They've been through enough shit already. You guys can sleep upstairs if you want... we have an extra bed.. help yourselves to the bathroom or food."

Tommy nodded silently, while Jake said a soft thankyou and they both walked upstairs slowly.

"Was it me, or did they both look upset and ready to cry?" I asked Joel.

Joel shrugged. "I don't know man... who knows, maybe they're good actors or something. Maybe that's all this is, is an act."

I shrugged. "Who knows," I shrugged.

"Oh Benj your not saying you believe I gave birth to twins are you?" he asked exasperatedly.

"Well. Maybe. It's just... OH FUCK IT," I sighed.

"Yeah, let's just. Go to bed and deal with those wacky kids tomorow." We walked upstairs together but paused outside of the door.

"They don't believe us," One of them said. I couldn't tell who.

"No, they don't."

"But what if they NEVER believe us? How can we get home?"

"Break another microwave?"

"They think we're crazy. We're not crazy... Right?"

"What the fuck man? You know were not crazy they just want us to think that." I didn't feel like listening anymore and knocked on the door.

"Are you guys ok sharing a room? 'Cause since we only got two beds," I shrugged.

"Yeah sure," Jake (I think it was Jake) agreed. I walked to the bed and pulled out a pad of paper.

"We like to write songs at night so its like... well we gotta keep the light on for like a little while longer ok?" I asked. They nodded.

"What's the song called?" Tommy asked.

"Little Things. We only got the first half written...no music yet."

"Can I see your guitar?" Tommy asked.

"Uh. It's pretty expensive I..."

"I'm not gonna break it lemme see." Reluctantly handed it to him and he began to play something. And right after that is about where my entire life. Fell apart.

"Like the time in school when we got free lunch and the cool kids beat us up..."

"REDUCED LUNCH."

"And the rich kids had convirtables and we had to ride the bus."

"55."

They continued to sing the ENTIRE song, and play it. Including the bassline played on my guitar. They sang parts we hadn't put on paper or played yet.

"Okay... I'm not even asking how you did that," Joel muttered, "I'm going to bed now."

Tommy sighed and handed my guitar back to me, and I could see unshed tears glistening in his eyes. I slowly took my guitar back from him and placed it back beside the bed and watched as Jake and Tommy both got settled into bed without another word.

Something inside me wanted to comfort them, but I didn't know what it was. Slowly, I got settled into bed beside Joel and turned the light out, bitting my bottom lip as I heard muffled sobs coming from the bed that Tommy and Jake were sharing.

Maybe they were telling the truth... as weird as that sounded. But then again, it could all be a lie to rob us of everything we own. I sighed and wrapped my arms around Joel, pulling him close to me. He sighed softly in his sleep and curled into my embrace.

*Joel*

"Mmm..." I sighed as I woke up the next morning, sleeping half ontop of Benji. Tommy and Jake were still asleep in the other bed, curled up in each other's arms. Looking closer I realized that their cheeks were tear-stained.

I rubbed my eyes sleepily and climbed out of bed, going into the bathroom to get a shower to help wake me up. That was just so freaky last night... they played our whole entire song, when we hadn't even finished it yet.

I sighed as the water hit my back, relaxing my tense muscles. I grinned as I heard the door open and Benji climbed into the shower with me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his morning hard on pressing against my back.

"Someone's horny for it being first thing in the morning," I teased, turing in his embrace to face him and kissing him softly.

"Yeah, being so close to you last night then waking up with you gone and un-fuckable was one of the most horrendous moments of my life," he said, leaning his weight against me so I was flush against the wall. He trailed his lips lightly over my neck.

"Mmm.. I apologise but I'm here now. Quite fuckable at this moment," I smiled, and he grabbed some conditioner to use as lube. "Well way to get right down to buisness..." I sighed, expeting more foreplay which, in my opinion, was and is the best part of sex.

"I dont want those kids knocking and interrupting us so we have to make it quick. I don't want them to hear it either. If they have proof they might tell people," he said, sighing as he rubbed the cold goo over his member.

"Awww but Benjiiii," I whined, only to be met with a look of annoyance, "I hate it when it's quick. It's no good."

"That is Bull you know it feels good you just want it YOUR way. Trust me I'll do something Kinky to make it better," he reasoned.

"Like?"

"I dont know, why don't you let me think about it for a minute? In the meantime.." he said, lifting me up allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I was thankful for the no-slip tub mat thing we bought. Otherwise we'd both go flying. He reached up and pinched my right nipple.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah.. Hurry!" I said, trying to push myself down on him. He thrust upwards to meet me, and ina quick motion entered completely.

"Ohhhh Shit..." I moaned.

"See, this won't be bad at all," he breathed against my neck, his breath warm against my skin.

"No..nononono not bad at all..." I mumbled as he began to thrust into me, increasing his pace quickly. He needed to use both hands to brace me against the wall so it was up to me to do the honor of jerking myself off. I moaned his name as I pumped my dick ALMOST the same pace as his thrusts, only faltering because of the extreme pleasure making it hard to focus.

"F...Fuck Joel I'm gonna cum..." Benji panted. I grabbed onto the back of his hair and pulled on it.

"Me too..." I moaned, before gasping as a rush of itense pleasure overtook my entire body.

"Fuck," I sighed, falling into Benji's arm, "You're so fucking good at fucking," I giggled.

"And you are quite... fuckable," Benji giggled back, turning the water off, "C'mon, I need food."

"Poor Benji," I grinned, wrapping a towel around my waist and using another one to dry my hair with, "What can we have for breakfast?"

"Pancakes," Benji grinned, "That's what I'm in the mood for."

"Sounds good to me," I smiled, walking back into our bedroom. Tommy and Jake were still sleeping peacefully.

"Should we wake them?" Benji whispered. I shook my head. "Let them sleep," I whispered back, pulling on some clothes quickly, "We can always wake them later."

Benji nodded and pulled some of his own clothes on, before following me downstairs for breakfast. "I don't feel like making breakfast," Benji sighed, "Can you do it Joely?"

"What's in it for me?" I grinned, getting the ingredients out.

"Sex, anyway you want it. It will be all about Joel night," Benji said.

"Sounds good," I grinned, "Pancakes, coming right up."

I looked up as the kids came downstairs, wearing the same clothes from yesterday. "You guys can wear some of my clothes if you want," Benji offered as they took a seat at the table.

Jake nodded tiredly, rubbing his eyes and yawning. "Sleep okay?" I asked them as I worked on the pancakes.

Tommy nodded. "Are pancakes alright?" I asked. Another nod. "Do you not talk in the mornings?" I laughed. Tommy nodded again.

"Leave 'em alone, it's too early," Benji laughed.

"Alright alright," I gave in, "I see how it is. It must be Pick on Joel day."

Tommy and Jake both nodded at that one. I had to feel a LITTLE bad as their eyes were more swollen and puffy than what is normal, idicative of their crying the night before. I approached the subject cautiously.

"Uh. Ya know yeserday... When you sang 'Little Things'... How did you know the words?" I asked.

"I told you and you won't believe us," Tommy finally spoke, "That song was on your first CD. Along with Motivation Proclamation, Screamer, Change, Seasons, Festival Song, East Coast Anthem. All that. Epic Records." When he said 'Epic', Benji spit his orange juice out.

"EPIC RECORDS!?!" he screamed. Shit. He believed them.

"Yeah. You guys did good. But... I don't wanna say anything else. I keep being afraid I'll say something that'll change your lives or like, Jake and I won't exist when we get back to 2018. You'll decdide to use a condom or something."

"This is so fucking weird," I sighed.

"We have a sister too her name is Faith." I always wanted a daughter named Faith.

"This is so VERY weird."

"Look you dont have to believe us. If i were you i probably wouldn't but we know shit about you NOBODY else knows. Other than you," he pointed out.

"Well, I have to give you credit, you DO know a bunch of shit," I said, "But I'm sorry if you are telling the truth and I'm skeptical but when two boys come and tell me I gave birth to three babies, as a GUY, and that you are from the future and got here by means of exploding appliance... I'm gonna be disbelieving."

"Okay. And you gave birth to two babies Benji had the last one," he added.

"That makes it even MORE unbelievable," I laughed to myself.

"I know it is," Jake finally said something, "But how would YOU feel if you tried to fix a microwave and ended up in a parkinglot of a club fucking... eighteen years in the past."

"Nineteen years," Tom corrected him.

"Oh, whatever. You get my point. And now we might be stuck here."

"Do you believe them Benj?" I asked Benji as we sat outback together, Cash sleeping peacefully next to Benji.

"I'm starting to," Benji admitted, "I mean, how can they know all that stuff about us? Stuff that no one but us knows? And they look exactly like us... like we're quads instead of twins."

I nodded, thinking about this bit of info. "Maybe it is true? I mean, what if in the future it's possible for guys to have kids as well as girls?"

Benji nodded. "And you should've heard them last night Joel... they must've cried for a good hour before falling asleep."

I nodded, suddenly realizing how sad they must be. "Well, what do we do?" I asked, "If they're here now, and we believe them, what difference would it make if they go back or not? They'd still be with us, right?"

Benji nodded. "I see your point," he agreed, "Well, I guess we should go talk to them."

I nodded and stood up with him, following him inside, where we could hear sobs floating downstairs from the bedroom. "Man... they must be telling the truth," I sighed, feeling bad for them, "Why else would they be so upset?"

"Yeah," Benji said softly, "C'mon, let's go talk to them."

"Hey guys can we come in?" Benji asked, knocking slightly. Their muffled cries ceased.

"Sure," one of them said. Benji pushed the door open and I felt so terrible. They looked so pathetic just sitting there all sad. I just wanted to run up and hug them and make everything ok for them. I was ALREADY their Dad. I went over and sat on the end of our bed, across from them and Benji joined me.

"Alright guys, Benji and Me talked about what you said and... The only logical explanation is that you're telling the truth," I shrugged. Jake's face lit up.

"So you believe us!?"

"Yeah." They looked very relieved and happy. "Its just weird because you're... nearly our age! And this whole... Guys having babies thing. Is that like, normal in the future?"

"No. You guys pretend that were Joel's children with an estranged girlfriend. But raise us together. The pregnncy thing only lasts like 2 or 3 days," Tom explained.

"Are you SERIOUS?" Benji asked.

"Yeah. I don't understand HOW that works. As you are lacking much of the nessecary items to have a baby but, oh well. And yes before you ask you DID have us out of your ass." When Tom said that Jake burst into laughter.

"T..That's great," I nodded.

"It sounds more odd than it is," Jake said after calming down. Both of them looked at us funny.

"It's so wird seeing you so... young," Tom said.

"The youngest we ever saw you, in person, was when you just turned twenty four. And I don't evn remember that," Jake laughed.

"I remember your 30th birthday party though. You were fuckin CRYING. It was so amusing," Tom said in a slightly evil tone.

"Yeah. I think you're thirty nine now. In those times. Yeah," Jake said.

"Damn. I don't wanna be that old," Benji laughed. "Thats too damn near forty. I've got issues with turning twenty soon. I won't be a teenager anymore."

"Don't worry... Dad. You've got a LOT to look forward too."

"Yeah? Like what?" I asked curiously.

"Well... you guys and Good Charlotte get really big and famous, performing concerts all over, hosting your own TV show, having your own clothing line," Jake smiled slightly, "Having us... well... if we ever get back home.. if not then you have us now."

"Wow..." Benji breathed, "That seems so... unreal. And we get signed to Epic Records?"

Tommy nodded. "What about the four of us? Are we all like, really close in the future?" I asked.

"Yeah," Tommy nodded, "Jake's more close to you, and I was more close to Benji... I guess you could say we really admire you guys. I even got the idea to use pink in my hair from Benji."

"But I never had pink... oh... I will have pink in my hair?" Benji asked.

Tommy nodded, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet, opening it to some pictures. "These are some pictures of you guys in the future," he said, handing us the wallet.

Benji and I looked through the pictures slowly. "Woah... we really look like that when we're 30? Damn Benj... how many tattoos and piercings do you HAVE?" I laughed.

"A lot," Jake nodded, "Full arms, some on his legs, back, neck, chest."

"Damn," Benji grinned, "I feel so proud of myself."

"And um... before we left... the four of us used to um..." Tommy began, a blush rising to his cheeks, "We used to fool around with each other I guess.."

"We did?" I asked in shock, "We did that with our own sons? Wait, are you guys dating?"

Jake nodded, his face turning as red as Tommy's. "Yeah," he replied. I nodded, letting this bit of info seek in. "Crap!" I exclaimed, "We were supposed to meet Paul, Billy, and Aaron for the show tonight!"

"Damnit," Benji muttered, "Are you guys gonna be okay here, or do you wanna come with us?"

"We'll come," Jake nodded.

"Okay so if anyone askes, you're our cousins." I said, parking the car around the back of the club.

"Okay... HEY dude Billy's only seventeen now..." Tommy started to laugh.

"Does he have the dreadlocks?" Jake asked.

"Yeah. They smell terrible," Benji grimaced.

"They looked so disgusing in pictures," Tom said.

"They ARE. Now come on, were gonna be late," Benji said, grabbing his guitar out of the trunk and running inside. I got ot with the boys and grabbed an amp out of the trunk and a microphone.

"This is so awesome. We're gonna watch you perform.. BEFORE we were born! IN PERSON! WOOOOOOOOOO!!" Tom screamed.

"WOULD YOU KEEP IT DOWN!?" I screamed silently.

"Ahem... Sorry. BUT ITS SO AWESOME!!!! AH!" He grabbed Jake's arm and dragged him through the back door, leaving me to carry everything. Inside they were engaged in an interesting conversation with Aaron. After a few minutes Jake whispered to me,

"He leaves the band to join Wakefield a little bit before you guys make it big, and he never gets famous." I wasn't too crushed about that. I never liked Aaron anyway. He was Paul's friend.

"Hey Joel? Who are those kids that look like you?" Billy asked me.

"Our cousins," I lied.

"Are you sure they're not like... Your other twins?" he said.

"No, they're fifteen retard."

"Well. They are a little short. What're their names?"

"Tommy and Jake. Tom is the one with the pink hair," I pointed to him.

"Awesome. I wonder if they like KoRn..." Billy trailed off, walking over to them.

*Tommy*

"This is soo frikkin awesome," I grinned as I took a seat at a table right up front with Jake,

"I'm starting to not wanna go back. We'll get to expierence everything with them."

"Yeah, but what happens when our birthday comes in a few years and Joel has us? Then it'd be like two of us here," Jake pointed out.

"I don't think that would happen Jake... we're here now, so we won't need to be born again. We'll just fit right in here. The continuim or whatever can heal itself and let us be here... maybe it'll change so that Joel had us when he was four," I laughed.

"Whatever," Jake snickered, "God, when's the show start?!"

"We proudly welcome... Good Charlotte!" the announcer.... anounced.

"Right now," I laughed as Jake rolled his eyes and nudged me slightly, before watching them onstage his eyes lighting up.

"Is it me, or are they fucking sexy?" I whispered to Jake. "They're fucking sexy," he nodded, "Think they'll wanna fuck us?"

I laughed. "Maybe... I don't know though. They might think we're stalkers out to get laid by them."

"Good point..." Jake said thoughtfully, "Oh well... it can't hurt to try.. can it?"

"Not at all," I grinned, suddenly eager for the show to end.

"But in the meantime.." Jake began, "What about our Dad's at home? I mean I kinda wanna stay here but 2018 Benji and Joel must be freaking out right now. They might remember this. Like, as having happened and they might not know how to get us back. Y'know what I'm saying?"

"I think. Like their memories are changing but only the ones with us here, and they know were here but can't do anything," I half asked.

"Yeah..."

"But hey let's not think about that now. Let's just focus on at least getting ONE good fuck out of them before we start trying to go home. Just to see what it'll feel like," I smiled.

"Right up off he ground... pick me right up off he ground yeah.. YEAAAAAH 'Cause everything it'll be ok... ya know were gonna livve to see another daaaaaay yaaaaaaaayaaaayayaa motivate meeee, I wanna get myself out of this," Joel sang.

"That song seems to describe our situation," I said.

"How?"

"Everything WILL be ok even if we don't go back and we're still gonna be here but were really not motivated to get back even though we KNOW we should. And we wanna get out of this, after we get what we want of course," I exlplained, not taking my eyes off the stage.

"Since when did you become so insightful?" he asked, and I looked at him. He had a big smile on his face.

"I always have been. I just never felt the need to waste it on you," I said, smiling back to indicate I was only kidding. Jake laughed and looked at the stage.

"Alright guys, were gonna play a song for ya now... it's called Gravity Girl. We wrote this song when we were fifteen and played it during a hurricane in the basement... So its one of those sucky sit in the dark and listen songs. Oh well," Benji laughed as the intro to the song played behind him, his high piched and pre-pubescent sounding "oooOooo"s missing.

"YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAH!" Jake screamed, us two being the only two people who were REALLY into GC at this point.

"SING IT BENJAY!" I added, recieving a small giggle from Jake. After the song was over we screamed for them to play Festival Song, both hoping it was in existence at this point. They played it, but it was a rough version I didn't even know existed.

"You guys rock!" I grinned as Jake and I went outside to meet with our Dad's, "That was really awesome."

"Thank you," Joel smiled, lifting an amp into the trunk, "I think you guys were our only fans there tonight."

"Don't worry," Jake laughed, "You'll have plenty of fans in a few years."

"Awesome," Benji grinned, "I think we should get home now... I think Billy's gonna try and make you guys his best friends."

"Ah, no offence to him, but no thanks," I cringed, climbing into the car with Jake and the others.

The ride home was pretty quiet until we reached the house. "Home, finally," Joel sighed, "I need sleep."

"And I need a fuck," Jake grinned.

"Excuse me?" Benji laughed, "Did you say you need a fuck?"

"Yeah," Jake grinned, "So what? You guys do that stuff with us in the future."

"We do?" Joel asked, his eyes widening, "We have sex with our own sons?"

"Yep," I nodded, "It's fun too."

"Really," Benji laughed, climbing out of the car, "That sounds interesting."

"It is," Jake nodded eagerly, "But I know you guys must be tired, so we'll let you sleep."

"Oh no," Joel smiled, "Let's try this out first."

Jake girnned at me as we walked into the house with Benji and Joel. "You guys go on upstairs, we'll be right up."

I grinned and took Jake's hand, dragging him upstairs with me. "What do you think they're doing?" Jake asked me once we were inside the bedroom.

"Probably talking it over," I laughed.

*Benji*

"Goddamnit Joel must we always talk things over??? Can we just be perverts and fuck them???" I asked.

"NO this is a big deal!" he said, "They might be lying."

"I think we've established they're telling the truth."

"Okay... But STILL I think the fact we do it in the FUTURE is entirely fucked up," he said.

"What do we have to lose?" I asked, frustrated.

"Well. For one ive never had sex with anyone other than you. It'll break that whole special thing we got going."

"Ah you. Always the romantic. It wont ruin anything... I was your first. We'll always have that special Bond. But come on, how often do ass chidren from 2018 come back in time and ask for sex?" I insisted.

"But. You know how I feel about stuff like that..."

"I know what we have is special..." I rolled my eyes, "BUT it doesn't mean we have to be so serious. I love you. I just wanna have a little kinky foursome action. I never did anything like that before." I said. Joel seemed to soften a bit. He was one of those people that believed in sex only when you're totally in love and plan never to leave the person. I was more loose when it came to morals.

"If you INSIST Benj," he said.

"Good, I do," I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him upstairs. Inside our room, both Tommy and Jake had only their boxers on, Jake had a wifebeater on as well and Tommy had his t-shirt on. Both of them were making out heavily on one of the beds, sporting major hard-ons.

"Shit that's hot..." Joel finally admitted. Tommy and Jake boke their liplock and smiled at us.

Too many swollen lips and too much testosterone for me to handle. Tom brushed hs lips against Jake's neck, elicting a moan from him.

"So are you.. gonna join us?" he panted.

"HELL yes."

I was caught off guard as Joel kissed me roughly, shoving his tongue into my mouth. "Take your clothes off," he mumbled, tugging on the hem of my shirt.

I happily obliged, taking my shirt off and tossing it onto the floor, moaning as Joel's lips trailed down my chest, pushing me onto the other bed and biting down on my nipple, making me moan.

I groaned again as I caught sight of Tommy and Jake, Tommy lying back on the bed while Jake sucked him off roughly. Joel followed my gaze and moaned.

"I wanna fuck Jake," Joel moaned into my ear. I grinned and nodded, pushing him over to Jake. He grinned at me and crawled silently behind Jake, pushing into him suddenly from behind.

"Ugh shit!" Jake moaned, leaning back against Joel, much to Tommy's dislike, as Jake stopped getting him off and gave into the pleasures Joel was providing.

"Tommy," I whispered, "Come here."

He whimpered and looked over at me, before getting up slowly, the throbbing between his legs undoubtly uncomfortable.

I pushed him down onto the bed and kissed him roughly, "What do you want me to do?"

"Suck me, fuck me, let me fuck you, I don't care," he groaned, "Just do something!"

I grinned at him and straddle his waist, sliding down onto his length slowly, surprized at how big he was. "Damn you're so big," I groaned, sliding all the way down.

With one hand on his shoulder to brace myself, I began to ride him, rhythmically raising my hips along his dick. Though visibly incoherent he managed to grab my dick, jerking me off everytime I moved. I raised my other hand and laced it through my hair. It was what I always do. Joel get's mad when I pull his hair during blow jobs so I always got accustomed to grabbing my OWN hair when he did it, which led to me grabbing my hair all the time during sex. I never pulled on it much though. Sensitive scalp. Stars were exploding behind my eyes as his dick hit my prostate over and over, and my orgasm neared.

"O...Oh Shi..t.. Tom I'm so fuckin close..." I managed, my entire lower body trembling. Heat pooled quickly in my lower stomach and groin.

"Me too..." he moaned. I could feel him throbbing and swelling inside of me. He bucked his hips against my downward thrusts, going deeper than I ever imagined he could.

"Oh shit..." I repeated, gripping both of his shoulders "I'm there... Im so there..." I said, warning him quickly before my cum shot out all over his stomach. My arms gave out and my vision went momentarily black. Tommy however was still inside of me and still hadn't orgasmed.

Quickly, he flipped us, pushing my spent body into the hard matress and thrusting into me forcefully, still pleasuring me although I was totally uncapable at that time to get hard again. I was surprised a fifteen year old could hold out this long, and I could tell he was holding out from the way he shook. He wanted to make this last. Soon before he finally came I felt another orgasm rip through me. Sort of. It was like an orgasm to finish off the one before, only the small last amounts of cum in me at that point joined the first batch on our stomachs, and he finally came inside of me.

"Oh god..." he choked out, collapsing against me, still making small thrusts as the aftershockes wore off, rubbing our skin together. Both of us still being teenagers fueled his and my sex drive, but he was just reluctant to rest.

"Lie down and catch your breath!" I laughed, pushing him to my side.

"Sorry that was just really good. Really really good."

*Joel*

"Oh shit," I groaned as I thrust into Jake, while he leaned against me, his back against my chest, "God.. you're so tight Jake..."

He moaned in response and continued jerking himself off intime with my thrusts. "Shit," he moaned, "I'm so close Dad.."

Something about him calling me Dad seemed to make me even more excited and I groaned as I came inside him roughly. "Ugh god," he grunted and came over the bed and his hand.

We collapsed breathlessly back onto the bed, breathing hard. "Holy shit," Benji giggled, "That was so hot to watch."

"Glad you liked it," I laughed tiredly, "You two went on for a good while."

"We're gifted," Tommy grinned, curling up close to Benji, "I don't wanna move now."

"Why not?" Jake laughed, "Too tired?"

Tommy nodded, before getting up slowly and saying, "This is backwards."

I laughed as he pulled my off the bed and pushed me down onto the other one and onto Benji.

"Much better," he grinned and crawled into Jake's arms.

Benji giggled and hugged me close to him, before saying, "Have you guys thought about how you're gonna get back to your time?"

"Yeah, we've come up with nothing," Jake replied, "Maybe we need to fuck around with another microwave."

The next day we sat gathered around a microwave as Jake tore up its insides.

"I CANT FIND IT!!!"

"Cant find what?" I asked.

"The little box I smashed that made the explosion and time warp thing come," he explained.

"It's not in there," Tom sighed.

"Well this microwave is pretty damn old," Jake threw a screwdriver in frustration.

"It's not that old!" Benji said, defending our dirt poor-ness. The microwave was from 1990.

"Compared to the one we used which hasnt even been DESIGNED yet it is," Jake buried his head in his hands. "Were stuck here forever," he said carefully, obviously fighting back tears.

"I wanna go home," Tom said, looking upset, "I was real excited to be here but I don't wanna stay here forever. I want to see our REAL Dads. I mean you are but it's not the same and I just wanna be normal." He pretty much hugged himself then and Benji leaned forward and embraced him.

"It's ok we'll think of something.." he soothed him. Just then there was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," I said softly, getting up to answer it. I opened the door and two older, but not OLD men stood at the door. One had massive amounts of tattoos and piercings. I paused for a moment and thought back on the picture I saw, then examined these mens facial features... they were US.

"W... Who... O... Me?" I asked, looking at the one who was obviously me.

"Yes hello 1999 Joel," he said, patting me on the head ALMOST comically. It would be more funny if I wasn't in shock. "I'm 2018 Joel. This is 2018 Benji. We've come to get our 2018 sons before they do anything TOO stupid and fuck up the way we lived our lives by telling you too much. May we come in?"

"I... W... Y... Benji?"

"Thank you," 2018 Benji said, stepping inside. "TOM! JAAKE!" He called out, stepping into the livingroom.

"DAD!!!" Jake screamed, "DAD!!!! BOTH DADS!!! TOM THEY CAME TO SAVE US!" he said, leaping up and hugging his brother.

"Hello 1999 Benji," 2018 Joel said, sounding as incredibly calm as he had before.

"Holy SHIT..." 1999 Benji said, looking at his older counterpart.

"What am I that ugly?" he asked.

"Uh... Just a little," my benji said.

"Fucker. How so?" older benji snorted.

"No I just mean.. You're so... All the... Uh... I'm not skinny in 2018 am I?" he asked, sounding rude.

"You're even fatter in 2002. Over the summer. So fuck off," The other one said.

"Dad?" Jake finally broke the semiargument "How did you get here? And how do we get back?"

*Tommy*

"We broke Paul's microwave," Dad laughed, "No seriously, we were working on the car and that's when we started having all these new memories that we'd never had before, then we realized you guys were gone. Joel did something to the car to make it take us here."

"And what did you do?" Jake asked.

"I messed with the oil tank I think," Dad replied, "C'mon, we need to get you home."

I nodded, turning to our Dad's younger selves and hugging them both tightly. "Thanks for everything," I smiled at them, "Do you guys finally believe us now?"

"Oh yeah," Joel's younger self nodded, "Very much. Have a nice trip back."

Jake smiled and nodded, and we went outside with our Dads. "Man.. I feel all old now," Benji laughed, "After seeing our younger selves... I kinda wish we still were young."

"Yeah I know," Joel laughed, "Alright, everyone stand in front of the car while I fuck with the oil tank to get us home."

We all crowded around the engine as Dad used a screw driver to mess with the tank before there was a loud explosion and we ended up back on our front yard, in our normal time peroid.

"Well that was a rush..." Dad (Benji) Giggled, swaying a little.

"Erm... from what ive seen both times he gets a little... fucked up during the trip somehow," Joel explained as Benji stumbled in a drunken way.

"He looked fine in 1999," I said.

"Yeah we had to wait in the car for a half hour before he stopped falling over.... BENJ WATCH OUT!" he called out as Benji tripped over the hose and fell on the pavement. "Oh forget it," He sighed.

"That was so weird. Seeing this place back in the past...." Tom said, looking around.

"Its so... The same but different y'know?" I asked.

"Yeah. I wish I hadn't gone back. I miss it now. I liked being a teenager," Dad sat back against the car, watching Benji struggle to stand before giving up.

"But I like you better this way," Jake smiled sympathetically.

"Really?" Joel said with a sad tinge to his voice, but returning the smile.

"You're my Dad. Seeing you young and immature was great but... I'd much rather grow up with a REAL set of Dads than two guys who are barely older than us who let us sleep on the couch 'cause we'll be their sons one day," Jake explained.

"Yeah no offense to your nineteen selves, but you always refered to having us or knowing us as a future thing. Kinda like we didn't exist really. And they were just waiting for the REAL us's to be born," I said.

"Don't take it personally. We were still in shock," Dad was visibly happier about having grown up, but I could tell me missed it. Just a little. "Maybe I should help Benj now huh?" he said, gesturing with his eyes to Benji who was now lying on the driveway.

"Yeah I think so," Jake said, smiling. We picked Dad up off the ground, one of his arms around me and one around Jake as we dragged him out of the heat and towards the house to recover.

"Hey Dad you know we love you two right?" I asked Joel.

"Yeah. Yeah I love you too," he smiled, pulling Benji inside the house.