Into the Future

CH. 2 Nick's Home

When I opened my eyes, the nurse and Nick were over me, looking down at me. I layed on a very comfortable bed. My headache was worse than ever. Apparently I had not been dreaming, I was in the year 2050. Ugh, I didn't know what to do.

"While you passed out, you were checked out," Nick said a bit insensitive.

"You were examined while being unconscious," the nurse rephased while giving Nick a disapproving look. "You're fine, there are no serious injuries," she petted my head slightly and gave me a warming smile. "You may take her home now," she said coldly to Nick.

"Home? No, I don't know her," he trailed off as the nurse didn't bother to pay any attention to him. Instead she just walked out of the room. Nick groaned and threw his hands up in the air. "Where do you live?" he asked me, seeming upset.

"I don't know," I answered, seeming out of this world.

"You don't know?" he questioned me. "The doctors said that you were fine so stop playing around," he sounded irritated.

I shook my head, showing him that I was not playing. He pinched his chin as he walked back and forth, trying to think.

As he did that, I studied my surroundings, the hospital was different. Everything was computerized, more than before. Everything was either white or grey, which gave it that space ship look to it. The beds were white and adjusted perfectly to the body shape of a patient, making it a perfect bed.

"Lets go," Nick finally spoke. I stood up from the comfortable bed and headed for the door. There was no nob, I stood there staring at the door and scratched my head. "It slides open," Nick told me. I tried sliding it open but it just wouldn't. "What are you doing?" Nick's eyebrows connected in confusion.

"Sliding it," I answered him while still trying to get it open.

"You're so strange," he said before pushing me to the side. "Door, open," he spoke to the door now? The door immediately opened and he walked out, not even bothering to look back at me.

I hurried after him, not wanting to get lost. I felt like a lost puppy following a jerk.

"Mom is going to kill me," he messed up his hair with his own hand. "She's gonna feel bad for you and kill me," he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

"Well, you should've never hurt me," I took advantage of this to make him feel worse.

"You should've never been standing there like a dummy," he hissed. "I'm sorry," I heard him say.

"Are you really apologizing to me?" I was surprised.

"No, I'm apologizing to my airboard," he caressed his skateboard looking thing. How pathetic.

Was everyone in the future like him? If they were then I wanted nothing to do with them. Shit, I almost forgot, I needed to know how to get back to my time. Right off the bat, I knew it had to do something with my great grandfather's remote control. What else could it have been? I took out the control when Nick wasn't looking. He was walking at a faster pace than I was, I was just following behind him. I examined the control and pressed the numbers 2013. Unfortunately, nothing happened but I didn't give up. I continued pressing on buttons. Ugh, nothing. Was it broken? I had no idea. I knew nothing about this shit, nothing about time-traveling. I couldn't ask Nick for help, he would've thought that I was completely crazy.

"I'm tired," Nick stopped and whiped sweat of his forehead with his arm. "Watch, call a taxi to my destination," there he went again, talking into his little smarty watch. I rolled my eyes as he did so. Couldn't he do anything himself? "What?" he mocked me when he saw me cross my arms.