Mason manages not to pass out (wishes intact)

"Oh fuck," muttered the young man as he stretched out on the couch trying to relieve his body of his aches and pains. He'd spent most of the night with a splitting headache that seemed to get better with time but he wasn't able to sleep until at least 2am. Thankfully, he managed not to pass out. Mostly just keeping his eyes closed, listening to the background noise of the TV, dying to fall asleep with hopes his headache would subside by morning. Finally, Mason recalled passing out sometime between Slap Chop and Fat Freezer ads.

Stirring from his slumber, Mason used most of his slumbering energy to get onto his feet and fish his vibrating cellphone out of his pocket. His eyes going wide as he re-read his text from his mom. "Oh god, the guest room. I forgot to clean the guest room. She's going to be so pissed!" which gave him an instant hard-on as he a weird, odd dream that felt real flashed thru his head.

One of his mother in a french maid outfit being his servant having to clean up after him. "Heh, he laughed and wished that was true," causing a barely noticeable tingle in his head as the reality he wished for was virtually identical to the one that existed. Until his alarm started to vibrate again after the snooze button. Realized he'd slept thru at least several full-vibrations. "8:15am? Fuck!" thought Mason. School was going to start in 15 minutes and it was least a 25 minute walk.

Not even bothering to put on fresh clothes, Jason leaped off the couch, ran to the door and picked up his book bag. Running past a S.T.A.R. Van parked across the street as he dashed to school, "Motherfuckers! I thought they left!" cried Jason.

Cisco and Caitlin where baffled by the readings on the radar device commonly used by police.

"10 km/hr as a maximum run speed?" said Caitlin with disappointment in her voice. "That's well below average physical development for his age."

Looking over the additional readings and footage, "Plus, he's averaging 45 breaths per minute to maintain that slow pace. His VO2 capacity suggests he cannot breathe in space, underwater and likely has some form of asthma."

"Let's go back to the lab and recalibrate the meter. We've spent all night outside doing our best to not annoy this boy. What if he is just regular?" asked Cisco.

"It is seeming plausible he's the first person to be exposed to that much energy and remain completely untransformed. Still, best we do that. We'll rule out malfunctioning and we'll bring back the round b of testing equipment for electro-conductivity, superconductivity, x-ray absorption and lymph-node testing.

"Late again by two minutes. I guess yesterday's attempt at teaching you discipline enough to show on time was not significant. Detention again after class young man," responded Ms. Fawn as she was returning the paper's she'd marked yesterday to her class.

"Damn it! Fuck this shit!" thought Mason losing another afternoon of potential video gaming time. He hadn't even masturbated last night or this morning and just ....just wished... he had something to masturbate too as Ms. Fawn placed his paper on his desk.

"An A" I cried out as I looked at the half filled out paper. Well, at least one thing went well.

"Shh" replied Ms. Fawn, not too angry. He hadn't done much to make her upset yet and he was almost on time. It was as if Mason was finally learning some responsibility. In retrospect, she was glad on the back side of the sheet, she'd left a little erotic doodle. Obviously, if anyone found it, she'd never claim she drew it, but it was her naughty little secret.

"God damn" I thought, "an A" flipping over to the backside of the page.