The Perks of Being a Mecha Pilot: Chapter Two The Perks of Being a Mecha Pilot: Chapter Two
Second part of a serialized story that is an unabashed love letter to the Mecha- Anime genre, 80’s Spielberg, Lovecraft, and everything awesome.... The Perks of Being a Mecha Pilot: Chapter Two

Second part of a  serialized story that is an unabashed love letter to the Mecha- Anime genre, 80’s Spielberg, Lovecraft, and everything awesome. Read Part 1 here.

Chapter 2

After lunch, science class followed, Charlie’s favorite teacher, Mr. Anderson, a spry red headed man, seemed to be the kind of teacher who knew how to make things fun and he had a way of not talking down to his students.

“Okay, who here knows how many moons there are surrounding Jupiter and the name of one of the big ones?” Mr. Anderson asked, pacing in front of his desk. He always preferred to be moving as opposed to sitting down.

Charlie raised his hand nervously. “Uh, there are seventeen moons and Ganymede, Io, Callisto, and Europa are the big ones.”

“Very good, Charlie, and who discovered them?”

“Galileo Galilei?”

“Good, and when was the last time we sent a satellite up there to see Jupiter?”

“Nine years ago, Voyager 2 was launched. Then on July 9, 1979, it reached Jupiter.” Charlie answered.

“Good, Charlie, that’s very impressive. Voyager 2 has been up there for nearly a decade. And it’s still going, just chugging along, taking snapshots of the universe.” Mr. Anderson proceeded to dim the lights, start up the overhead projector, and put the image of Io. Unlike the Earth’s whitish- gray moon, Io’s color was that of orange, marked with black spots all over its surface.

“Now the reason the color of this particular moon here is because of all the sulfur, from hundreds of volcanoes erupting. The little black dots here are the eruptions. So I’m guessing it must be real hard on the real estate property value.”

A couple of kids coughed and most fidgeted in their seats as Mr. Anderson continued.

“Tough crowd today. Anywho, on top of all that mayhem, its right in the magnetosphere of Jupiter and that is somewhere you don’t want to be in. That causes tidal heating, which causes said volcanic eruptions, hurricanes that make the ones here look like a light breeze, and lightning storms that bombard the planet, making it pretty much inhospitable. So, for homework, I want you all to study the effects of Jupiter’s magnetosphere on its moons and ring system. Charlie, could you see me after class?”

When the bell rang, the kids filed out of the classroom. Only Charlie was left and he went to Mr. Anderson’s desk. He was curious as to why Mr. Anderson wanted to talk in private.

“Hey Charlie, that was a really smart answer. Not many kids would remember all of that. So, I got something here in my desk that I think you might appreciate. Here, just lemme find it.” Mr. Anderson rifled through the drawers, pulling out a model of the space shuttle Discovery. He handed it to Charlie, beamed at the gift. He chuckled to himself, glad that his student liked it.

“But Mr. Anderson, I don’t feel like I’m smart at all,” Charlie said, looking down at his shoes, “I just got lucky with the answer, that’s all.”

“Charlie, don’t put yourself down. You’re a bright kid. I wouldn’t say it if I don’t mean it and I do.”

Charlie looked at his gift, feeling its edges. His thumb ran over the blue NASA insignia. He didn’t know what to say, just that he felt a little bit choked up.

As if reading his mind, Mr. Anderson said, “You don’t gotta say thing, just be proud. Okay? Now go on, I don’t want you to be late on my account.”

Charlie looked up at him, opened his mouth to something then decided not to. He carefully put the shuttle in his back pack and left the room in a hurry.


Phys. Ed was the last class of the day, and it was grueling, embarrassing, and frustrating as usual. The stupid padlocks didn’t help either, as he went about trying to open his locker. Class was over and he was still trying to remember the combination. When he finally got it right, it was forty minutes past 2:30, school being past done. He quickly changed; grumbling the whole time, grabbed his pack, and left the locker room. The Phys. Ed teacher, Mr. Wolfgang, seemed really impatient at having to wait for this upstart kid to get out so he could lock up. Charlie just walked past him briskly, feeling even more embarrassed.

He was walking past the local high school, when he stopped to look at the JROTC doing their thing in the parking lot. The sun was already settling into its afternoon phase and the JROTC kids were doing their armed drill practice, spinning rifles and the sound of hands slapping them cracking through the air. Charlie stopped to look at them for a bit. Glad I don’t have to do that, seems really boring. Except for those real cool spins I guess-

“Excuse me, are you with them?” Samantha Gray asked, cradling some pre-calculus textbooks. A slight breeze blew her light brunette hair, brown eyes standing out from those slightly flushed cheeks. Her sky-blue blazer, blouse, and skirt accentuated her slender figure.

Quick, say something witty, stupid. She’s gonna think you’re some sort of spaz and leave.

“Pfffft, no, I got better things to do with my time, like going to my friend’s house. He’s got a Nintendo.” Charlie blurted.

“Oh okay.” She stared at the older kids with an amused expression on her face.

You blew it, stupid. Please God, just strike me down on this very spot so I don’t have to endure this humiliation any further.

“I think it’s kinda cool you know someone who has one of those. Do you mind if I come along? I’m Samantha, by the way, but you can call me Sam.” said Sam, shuffling her feet.

Holy shit. I can’t believe that fucking worked. You magnificent bastard. Thank you God!

“Sure,” Charlie said a little too excitedly. “I got a Huffy bike but we can walk. Oh, and the name is Charlie.”

“Nice to meet you.” Sam said. They walked for five minutes in silence or so before Sam said something.

“So, do you live nearby?”

“Uh yeah, school is only seven or six miles but with my Huffy, I get there as quick as I can.”

“What grade are you in?”


“So, did you transfer from another school or have you been going there for a while now?”

“Been there from the start.” She really seems to have taken an interest in him. This is the first time she ever noticed me. Why?

Why the hell not? Don’t ruin a good thing.

“So you’re really into math huh?” Charlie said, wishing he could have said something better.

“Yeah, I’ve been doing a lot of extracurricular activity for the extra credit. I’m part of the mathletes team.” Sam answered, flicking her hair a bit.

“Sounds really interesting.” Charlie replied.

“It’s boring. Can’t wait to get done with it.”

“And yet, that stuff flies over my head a lot. It’s like a completely different language. I feel retarded whenever I do it.” Charlie blurted out quickly. He felt like he was trying too hard.

And for some reason, she chuckled a bit. It was a nice, deep, and throaty kind. Like the ones from those dames in those black and white noir movies they show on TV. This relaxed Charlie a bit; it made everything less awkward than it usually is.

When they got to Dan’s place, a one story bungalow with white stucco walls, Charlie knocked on the door. Dan lived with his Nana, after his parents died in the Florida Commuter Airlines Flight 65 crash over the Atlantic Ocean, and he had been friends with Charlie since the beginning of middle school. He kept to himself, quiet and shy around others. It took Dan a long time to loosen up with Charlie around but when he did, Dan proved to be quite a talkative fellow, if a little reserved. The two would always go to the local Video Town to rent whatever R rated horror movie they had (the clerk was a super cool guy who didn’t care about their age.) or any number of cheesy Japanese monster flicks and watch them on Dan’s VCR, in his room.

Dan opened the door and his eyes widened at the sight of Sam.

“Do you mind if she comes in?” asked Charlie, in a tone that suggested “Do you have my back?”

Dan nodded, receiving the message, saying, “Yeah sure, no problem. Nana is playing bridge with a neighbor and won’t be back for about four hours.” His Nana trusted him to take care of himself for a bit and he helped clean the bungalow. He led them to his room, which was a bit spartan and neat compared to Charlie’s mess of a room. Except for the clutter of books on his desk, titles concerning unexplained disappearances, notes scribbled on scraps of paper about stuff like the Mary Celeste, Benjamin Bathurst, Fredrick Valentich, the Bermuda Triangle, Ambrose Bierce, and Roanoke Colony. No wonder he’s been holding back on giving the cheat sheet to Blaine; Dan is too busy with this paranormal nonsense, Charlie thought.

“All right, just lemme pop in Super Mario Bros. here and we’ll get started. The name’s Dan.” Dan clicked his TV on and made the adjustments for the game to be played.

“This is a nice place you got here. I’m Samantha. Just call me Sam.” Sam said, still clutching her books.

“You can set your stuff on my bed and if you need to use the bathroom, just go down the hall and to the left.” Dan replied, resetting his NES, then taking out the cartridge and blowing into it.

“Thanks, I actually need to go use the bathroom now. It was a really long walk.” Sam plopped her books and backpack on the bed and left the room. Charlie, checking to see if Sam really went to the bathroom, turned to Dan and asked, “What’s all that stuff on your desk?”

Dan didn’t turn around, fiddling with his NES, but he answered Charlie’s question. “Just a hobby of mine. Nothing too serious.”

“That’s not true. C’mon, tell me what’s up.”

“You’d laugh, just like the others do.” Dan put the cartridge back into his game system and turned it back on. The familiar Super Mario Bros. title showed up on screen.

“I won’t laugh, I swear.”

“Promise me.”

“Yeah, I promise.”

“The flight my parents were on? I think it was an alien abduction. I mean, why haven’t they found the plane yet? They said it crashed but they never found it? This isn’t the first time that it’s happened, there’s been other events.” Dan started breathe heavily now.

Charlie didn’t say anything at first. He knew how touchy the subject was for Dan. “Hey, I believe you.”

“No bullshit?” Dan asked, his eyes welling up.

“No bullshit. I really do believe you.”

The room was quiet, save for the Super Mario jingle emanating from the TV, for about one minute. Then Dan broke the silence. “I’m sorry for being such a buzzkill.”

“You weren’t; it’s completely fine.”

“No, I shouldn’t be killing the mood. Samantha Gray is here, using my bathroom! You scored big time,” Dan said, sniffing a bit and wiping the corners of his eyes.

“Yeah, she seems to be taking her time in there.”

“Probably taking a dump.”

Charlie was about to tell Dan that was gross and he shouldn’t talk like that around her when the smoke detector sounded off. “What the hell? Are you cooking something again? Remember the last time you tried!”

Dan had the unfortunate tendency to burn meals every time he tried cooking.

“No way, this ain’t my fault.”

Then they both realized that the alarm was coming from the bathroom. Charlie ran out of the room and got to the bathroom before Dan did; he opened the door and caught Sam trying to put out her cigarette as she waved away the smoke.


“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have bothered coming here.” Sam said, putting her Lucky Strikes away in one of the pockets of her blazer. She rushed past the boys, went into the room, grabbing her stuff as Charlie followed.

“What’s the big deal? I’m not telling anybody and neither will Dan.”

Dan nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I kinda think you’re way cooler now that we know you smoke.”

“Please don’t go; Dan already got the game started. Heck, you can be first player.” Charlie begged, worried now that she really will leave and feeling so pathetic that he resorted to begging her. She stopped and then sat down on the bed, trying to say something.

“I just don’t want my dad to find out,” Sam muttered.

“And he won’t. Like I said, me and Dan can keep a secret.” Charlie smiled, to reassure her. Sam laughed a bit nervously, before making up her mind.

“All right, I’ll stay for a bit then.”


Sam proved herself to be quite good at the game, getting so far as World 4-4 without missing a beat. Dan and Charlie never even got the chance to play at all, but they didn’t care as they got the chance to see an expert play the game.

“I gotta get going or my dad will get mad at me for being late.” Sam said, letting herself die in the game.

“Wow, me and Charlie are pretty terrible at this and you just blasted through it like it’s nothing,” Dan said.

“Yeah, that was impressive. How did you get so good?” Charlie asked.

“I don’t know; it’s in the reflexes.” Sam answered, picking up her stuff. Dan nudged Charlie to get his attention.

“Now is your chance.” Dan whispered.

“For what?” Charlie said.

“Walk her back home, dumbass. Sheesh, do I have to hold your hand for you?” Dan said, smirking as he winked.

“Oh! Uh, Sam, do you mind if I walk you to your house?”

Sam looked at him as if he said something weird. “Sure.”

Charlie got his backpack too and they both left, saying their good-byes to Dan, who gave Charlie the thumbs up when Sam wasn’t looking. As the two walked along the road in the twilight, the fireflies began to dance around them, emitting yellowish green light. The crickets had started their choruses, their chirping filling the cool air. Charlie pulled his Huffy along as Sam had pulled out her Lucky Strikes, putting one in her mouth while taking out a match. Charlie watched with curiosity, wondering how she would light a match without the matchbox. Sam held the match in her forefinger, flicked it alight with her thumbnail, and brought it to the tip of her cigarette. She put out the match, dropping to the ground before stepping on it to make sure it was completely out. She took a long drag before blowing out a couple of smoke rings. “I didn’t even ask if it was okay to smoke around you. Do you mind?”

“I don’t mind. How did you do that with your hand?” Charlie said, amazed that the girl of his dreams knew how to do that.

“Practice. Plus, it’s not always easy. Here, give me your hand.” Charlie held out as Sam placed a match in his hand.

“First, hold onto it with your forefinger and then use your thumbnail. You gotta flick it to the side. Be careful or you’ll burn yourself.” Sam held his hand and suddenly, Charlie had some serious butterflies in his flying around in his stomach. Never mind that, try lighting the match, you dummy.

“Hold on, shoot. I got-no wait.” Charlie started to feel dumb doing this until he got it right, the match burning brightly in the evening.

“Oh shit, I got it, sweet-OUCH!” He held onto it for too long, burning his finger slightly. He dropped it and Sam stamped it out. Charlie felt slightly embarrassed but Sam didn’t seem to mind.

“It’s okay. That happened to me the first couple of times. Still does.” She grinned, the cigarette dangling from the right corner of her mouth. It made her look cute, that’s for sure, Charlie thought. They continued walking the rest of the way. Charlie, getting curious as to why she wanted to hang out with him, felt confident enough to ask her. “Hey Sam, I’ve been meaning to ask you-“

“You wanna ask me out,” Sam interrupted, leaving Charlie stunned to say anything for a couple of seconds before snapping out of it.

“Uh, yeah, I mean, no I don’t-“

“Relax, I was joking.” She chuckled, taking another drag.

“Oh. I’m just a little confused that you decided to hang out with me and Dan today. Why?”

“I was bored and you seemed lonely. I don’t feel like going home to my old man anyway.”

“You don’t get along with your dad?” Charlie inquired.

“He’s a fucking piece of shit. Let’s talk about something else,” Sam said, in a tone that said “drop the subject.”

“Sorry I asked.”

She seemed to have softened slightly because then she said, “I’ve seen you looking at me in school. You always looked away, pretending I didn’t notice. Were you too shy?”

Charlie was immensely grateful for the dark, as she would have noticed him blushing furiously.

“I might have looked a couple times, yeah.”

They reached her house, which looked to be in terrible shape, the overgrown lawn and the paint peeling away. One of the windows had a crack running through it. The picket fence appeared to be falling apart.

“He’s probably still out, with his friends.” Sam said, taking one last drag before putting out her cig. She stood outside the fence for a while before walking to the door. “It was nice hanging out with you and your friend.”

“Maybe we could catch a movie some time, no?” Charlie blurted, realizing how stupid that sounded. Sam turned around and gave him a wry smile.

“You pushing your luck now-“

Charlie’s heart deflated.

“-but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to hang out with you some more. You’re a cool guy, y’know that? Good night Charlie.” Sam said before going inside her house, leaving Charlie with the greatest feeling in the world. She thinks I’m cool! Holy shit is this the best day ever. Even Blaine couldn’t diminish this moment, which would live on forever in his mind. Riding back home, Charlie failed to notice something in the sky, a shooting star falling towards edge of town.

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Pedro Garcia

Just some jabroni who likes movies and stuff.

  • I_am_better

    It’s a full-on series now!

  • franks_television

    Getting exciting!

  • Kylo Ronin

    Lol, yeah, hope there’s no schedule slip!

  • Stalkeye

    Great writing Meng!
    Colour me impressed.