Clapton's mind goes fuzzy as he remembers how he got here in the first place. After following one of his friends into a time travelling machine built as a bear statue, he had been stuck in the 90's for a couple weeks, but it wasn't too bad.

Clapton actually liked 1992, it was so easy to be cool in the 90's. He became the most popular kid in school, and somehow began to get better grades from teachers he had discreetly seduced.

He slouches in his desk, peering over to you, a cheeky smirk on his lips. You and Clapton had become friends a week ago and immediately clicked. You loved his silly humour and flirty personality, and he loved your personality just as much.

"History class sucks," he begins, "Do you have any clue what we're doing?"