This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental, except for the character of Rob Bourdon of ‘Linkin Park’ and this never happened to him either.
Warning: Intended for mature, open-minded readers due to some sexual content.
In the early morning of January 27, 2002, a very pretty, blonde haired, young woman awoke suddenly in her bunk bed. Glancing down at her alarm clock on the bedside table, she discerned it was only 2:30 a.m. and realized it was far too early in the morning to get up, even if today was her long awaited eighteenth birthday.
Laying there wide awake, idly wondering what could have caused her to waken so suddenly, unless it was just excitement left over from the birthday party she had with friends on the previous evening or her eager anticipation of the presents from her family, she suddenly observed a unsubstantial figure of a man beginning to step through her wall!
‘Oh my God!’ Laura thought to herself. ‘Not them again!’
The ‘them’ the young woman was referring to were Irvine, Selphie and Zell – three characters in a role playing video game, who had turned out to be real people after all and had tumbled through Laura’s wall several months earlier on their way home through something known as time compression, which had sent them a thousand years into their past!
As the young man continued to step through the wall into the room, Laura was able to recognize that it wasn’t Irvine or Zell, although she couldn’t believe her own eyes nonetheless.
‘Oh my God!’ she thought again. ‘I must be dreaming!’
There standing in her room was Rob Bourdon, the drummer for ‘Linkin Park,’ who just happened to be her all time ‘hottie.’
“He’s even better looking in person,” Laura gasped softly.
Indeed the young man, who was looking around the teenager’s bedroom in obvious confusion, was extremely attractive and, as his gaze finally alighted on Laura, in her top bunk bed, as her younger sister was gone overnight to a sleepover at a friend’s house, he demanded, “Hey! You, girl! What are you doing in my motel room?”
Assuming she was dreaming, Laura pinched herself hard on the back of her left arm.
“Ow!” she cried out.
The young man started to back up, his arms held straight out from his body.
“I never touched you,” he protested. “But how did you get in here?” he persisted.
“Look around you,” Laura directed. “Does this look like your motel room?” she asked sarcastically.
Taking a good hard look around the room, the young man had to admit to himself that the room didn’t bear the slightest resemblance to the motel room he had been entering just a moment before.
“W-Where am I?” he stammered.
“You’re in my bedroom,” Laura explained.
“No, I mean – I was in Colorado Springs a minute ago. Where am I?” the young man asked plaintively.
“Oh, New Jersey,” Laura answered.
“New Jersey!” he exclaimed aloud.
“Shhh,” she cautioned. “You’ll wake my parents and my kid brother.”
Jumping quickly off the top bunk to forestall any more loud outbursts from him, Laura flushed crimson, as her t-shirt slipped up past her waist exposing her bare naked body from the waist down for a split second, when she jumped to the floor.
‘Oh, great,’ Laura thought ruefully, as this was the one night she hadn’t worn her usual sleep attire.
Observing that Rob’s eyes had widened considerably for that split second, Laura realized he hadn’t missed a thing.
“That’s a very intriguing belly button ring, you have there,” Rob commented, with a sly grin.
Stepping towards her and lifting up her t-shirt with his right hand totally exposing her pubic area, he inquired, “Mind if I take a closer look?”
Slapping hard at his hands, Laura demanded, “Get back right now!”
Stepping back as directed, the young man demanded, “Who are you?”
“My name is Laura,” the teenage girl answered.
The handsome young man began to say, “And my name is -.”
