PART I: OUR BEST DAYS ?

A STORY ABOUT A TEEN WHO EXPERIENCES IT ALL ASKING " WHAT AM I".

"Will you eat that, or should I prepare another for everyone?" She inquired looking around.

"This is fine with me," I responded.

"Thank you, I am okay with only the juice" the fair one answered too. A cunny one. Was the juice offered, eeh fine boy?

"I do like some, it's not every day the Future ma'am gets to cook for us" the Dark One contributed, lowering his fancy glasses.