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Aw, kind of a sad ending... but hey, I'm sure Misty's day will come ^^ It's hard to get over something like that, though. I feel like hugging her =( But hey, there's still plenty of time for her to have kids. God I love this fic. It deals with such raw and emotional topics sometimes. Awesome. Anyway. Next chapter. Looking forward to. Rawr.
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20th September 2009, 5:44 AM
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*Brian Powell -
*chosen_one386 - I know, it sets up as a normal laughing chapter, and then things got sour. Poor Misty. But it's just that with a story of this size, I would like to cover a WIDE variety of outcomes with the characters. So far, we've all had healthy born babies in this story, but first time for the miscarriage. And yes, sad to say the next chapter is gonna be twice as depressing if not more so than the Misty losing her baby. *Tadashi - Oh thank God. I thought I made another error. Though honest mistake! It could have been worse. I could have had Sara watching South Park while Cartman was singing the wonderful hit, Kyle's Mom Is A B----. But I decide to just do one single Family Guy line. Wallace is so cute when he repeats things he shouldn't. As do most 4 year olds do. I don't think Delia will cry tears of joy...Yeah, she fainted when they told her that they were going to get married. Imagine her reaction to Misty pregnant! Yeah, I know it seems a little wrong to do it to a kid that isn't yours...but certain times you just gotta put your foot down. He's the grown-up in charge. So there. I love writing "Dramedies". Fun times. You'll see it in this chapter. *no new characters* LIVE from Monterey, CA, it's Romance 102! *claps* Woo-hoo! I got internet access...and giving them my money doing this. But you guys are worth it...I think. It's a little earlier than usual me posting today...but whatever. It's September 20th somewhere in the world. Cali waits forever for everything. We had to wait a whole 3 hours before we got to see the Kanye West incident. Good grief. What a *bleep* Today's episode...Man, I wish I was posting the Vegas chapter again. Obvious reasons. But today...you're going to officially hate me for what actually happens in this chapter. First of all, something happens to Dawn. Something has happened to Dawn. Her real father WILL be revealed in today's chapter and an ending you might be shocked by. And it all takes place during the Thanksgiving holiday! How's that for holiday spirit? Enjoy as much as you can... And to those of you who voted in the LJ Poll last week...YOU ALL GOT IT WRONG!!! It was the ONE choice that NO ONE picked. I am laughing my socks off with that result. And Dawn's father is *censored* This moment has been brought to you by Pokemon HG/SS. Coming soon to America! Chapter Forty-One Narrator: The true story of Thanksgiving…The Pilgrims and the Indians shared a wonderful meal together. And shortly after, the Pilgrims defiled the Indian’s land and raped women and children. Oh yeah, that is indeed Thanksgiving in a nutshell. But most people don’t look at the horribleness. They focus on crappy family get-togethers and football games and Macy’s Parade! Well…here’s an ugly story involving rape and a side story that will knock your socks off! Dawn: Okay, I just need two more pages and I’m finally done with this blasted paper. (Knock on the door) Brianna: Dawn, open up! Dawn: Oh brother! (Opens the door) Brianna, we’ve been over this before. Your room is downstairs. And I’m kind of busy with a paper! Brianna: Your paper can wait! Guess who’s coming back to town for Thanksgiving. Dawn: Wally? Brianna: I wish. Nope…Boy do I miss him. No, Zoey’s returning! Dawn: Really? You mean she’s actually coming home for the holidays? Brianna: Yeah, she said that she’s driving down here to stay with her parents and wants to hook up with us when she gets here. Dawn: I haven’t seen her since she left for college. Brianna: Hello. Earth to Dawn! Oh great, the blurry effect! Time for another crummy flashback moment! (Flashback to middle of August) Zoey: So the next time I’m in town, we’ll meet up again. Dawn: You bet. Zoey: I’m going to miss you Dawn! (They hug) Dawn: Oh Zoey… (End of flashback) Brianna: I don’t get you at all. Your whole situation confuses me. Just answer me this, do you like Zoey as a friend…or is there…? Dawn: That is none of your business. Now get out. I’d like to finish this paper. (The next morning in the cafeteria) Forrest: I’ll be happy when it’s Thanksgiving and I can have some of Brock’s good old fashioned cooking again. I don’t know how much more of these school meals I can handle. Dawn: Yeah, well it’s our own fault for thinking that college food was going to be a step up from the gruel they fed us back in high school. Misty: Good morning Dawn. Dawn: Hello Misty. How are you doing? Misty: I’ve been okay for the most part. Forrest: Have you seen my older brother? (Brock walks by) Brock: Hi guys! Bye guys! Misty: Aren’t you going to sit down? Brock: No time. Big test! Forrest: The things he goes through to impress that Suzy chick. If you ask me, that girl is no good. Misty: What are you talking about? She’s perfect! She’s got Brock on a leash! Forrest: Exactly! Brock deserves to be off the leash every once and a while! Misty: He spent 20 years off of the leash! Trust me, he needs to be controlled every once and a while. Thank goodness for Suzy. She’s got him acting like a proper gentleman. Forrest: I still don’t trust her. It’s bad enough I’m dining with the enemy during the holiday. Dawn: I bet Brock goes all out with his meals! Forrest: You bet! His turkey is nice and juicy and big. Then we have the mashed potatoes and the sweet potato pie! Oh man, my mouth is already drooling. Misty: I better not tell Ash or he’ll try to go. Forrest: Actually he’s already coming. Brock invited him! Dawn: I have nothing planned for Thanksgiving. I’m just going to go back home and spend the holiday with my mother. She told me over the phone that she has a surprise for me, but I don’t know what she has in store. Misty: I’m going out of town for the holiday. Marisa: Thanksgiving is going to be great this year. I’m not doing a damn thing. Misty: Marisa? Marisa: Talking about Thanksgiving? All: Yeah. Marisa: Ah, not much for Thanksgiving. I honestly think it’s a racist holiday to begin with. But since it’s a day off, I’m taking advantage of it. Misty: Didn’t you just start this job of yours at the grocery store? Marisa: Yup and they’re giving all of us the day off! So the plan is to spend the day in my nighties scratching my ass. Misty: Charming mental image! What about Tracey and Marcus? Marisa: They both have crazy families and have to be subjected to torture during the holidays. I’m not involved! (That night in Dawn’s room) Dawn: (Groaning) No…No… (In her dreams) Johanna: I’ll be gone for a while Dawn. (She leaves) Young Dawn: Bye Momma! (Evil laugh) Huh? Man: Come here young Dawn. (Whimpers) Yes. (She wakes up) Dawn: (Screams) Huh? It was just a dream. Oh man, that wasn’t a dream…that was a nightmare. (The next morning at the Student Center) Grace: Why they pile on tests right before Thanksgiving is a mystery to me! Misty: I wish I knew why they’re doing this to us! Grace: Because all of the teachers are pricks! Well that and I pick all of the religion courses. Misty: You are crazy! Tracey: Consider yourselves lucky! I have Art History and they want you to memorize everything. Dates, era, artists, pieces, style, and so on! (Brock walks by) Brock: Hi guys! Bye guys! (Walks away) Tracey: What was that all about? Misty: He’s got a big test. Tracey: He’s starting to remind me of Sakura during finals. Misty: Oh that takes me back! (Dawn walks up) Dawn: Morning guys! Misty: Whoa, you look trashed! Dawn: I kept having nightmares last night. Do you guys get that when you’re completely stressed out? Misty: Yeah, especially during this time. Grace: I know I had one last night of a bunch of old nuns paddling me with rulers! Misty: She’s been studying religion and working around the Catholic Church at the same time. Tracey: Yeah last night, I dreamed I was strapped on a cross while Marisa tortures me slowly! Misty: I don’t know if that’s a nightmare or a kinky sex dream for you! Tracey: Both in a sense! Misty: Well, we’re all having crazy dreams because we’re under a little pressure. Something similar happening to you no doubt! Dawn: I guess you can say that. I’m doing a paper about the psychological aspects of Holden Caulfield from Catcher in the Rye. Misty: Studying that can give you nightmares! Grace: Holden had issues! Dawn: But I can’t concentrate when visions of this horrible reoccurring dream keeps plaguing my mind. Grace: What are you dreaming about? Dawn: Well… (Images play in her head) No…NO… (Panting) No…No! NO! Misty: Dawn…DAWN! Grace: Here sweetie, drink some water! Dawn: Huh? Tracey: You scared us. You freaked and kept screaming out no, no! Dawn: Oh sorry… (Sighs) These dreams… (Wednesday afternoon) Forrest: (Singing) I’m going to get some pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving Day in the morning! (Humming) Brianna: Looks like someone is going to get some good grub! Be sure and bring us back some yummy treats after the holiday. Forrest: I’m not making any promises! See you ladies next week! (He leaves) Dawn: Thank God this is over. I can finally rest for a couple of days. (Opens the door) I can catch up on some sleep, catch up on my soap operas, and have some home-cooking. Brianna: I’m going to call Wally’s family and see if they tell me where he is. Dawn: Yeah, good luck with that. (Phone rings) Oh. Hello. Zoey: Come outside the dorms! Dawn: (Gasp) Zoey! Brianna: Zoey? (They run downstairs and out the door) Dawn: It is you! (They hug) Zoey: I missed you too Dawn. Brianna: Careful Dawn, you’ll ruin Zoey’s new leather jacket with all of your tears. Nice hog by the way! Zoey: Thanks. I got it when I turned 18. Brianna: Can you be any more butch? So any new girls we should know about? Zoey: Actually, I haven’t been doing much dating to tell you the truth. I’ve just been focusing on my schoolwork. (Dawn smiles) Brianna: Oh we’ve got so much to catch up on! I can’t wait… (Phone ringing) Hello. Oh hi Mom. What? Can’t it wait until later? Okay! (Hangs up) I’ll have to take a rain check on us hanging out today. Zoey: Oh well, maybe next time Brianna. So how about it Dawn? Dawn: I’m game! Where would you like to go first? Zoey: Well, I’m a little hungry! Dawn: Great, let’s hit it! (That night in front of Dawn’s house) Zoey: That was a great lunch Dawn. Dawn: I’ve never been on a motorcycle before, but it was so much fun. Zoey: Glad you enjoyed it! (Both sighing) Dawn: So what are you doing for Thanksgiving? Zoey: Just spend some time around the house. I bet you and your mother have something special planned! Dawn: Not…really. Zoey: Why? Doesn’t your mother do anything special for Thanksgiving? Dawn: No…Or not that I can remember! Zoey: So who owns that car? Dawn: I don’t know. Maybe Mom invited someone for dinner this year. Zoey: Well I’ll give you a call on Friday to see what you’re up to. I know how much you love to shop on Black Friday. (Gets on the motorcycle) Later Dawn! (She drives away) Dawn: Bye Zoey! (She walks inside) I’m home. Johanna: Dawn, you’re finally home. How are your classes going dear? Dawn: Okay. Say Mom, who’s in the house? I saw a car parked out front. Johanna: That would be the surprise. Dawn: Surprise? (A door opens) Johanna: Here you go Dawn. (Dawn gasps) Elm: Hello Dawn. Johanna: Your father has come back. Dawn: Huh? Elm: Your mother and I have reconciled our differences and made up with each other. Johanna: Isn’t that great? (She runs to her room) Dawn? (In her room) Dawn: No…no! It can’t be happening! This cannot be happening! Why? Why are these horrible memories returning? (Panting) Why is this happening to me? (Sobbing) I remember now. It wasn’t a dream…It’s what really happened. (The door opens) Huh? Elm: Dawn? Aren’t you going to welcome your father? Dawn: (Growls) You! You’re a horrible man! Why did you return? Elm: What’s the matter Dawn? Is that any way to speak to your father? (He strokes her hair) Dawn: I’m going to call the police on you. (He grabs her and slaps her in the face) Elm: Now listen here. No one knows about this and it’s going to remain that way! I know since I’ve got your mother’s best interest. (Dawn gasps) Now it’s your word against my word. Dawn: And my word means a lot more than yours! I also read about your little escapade over at the high school. Elm: Oh yes…A good seven years ago! But how I have changed throughout the years and please remember that it was long after your mother and I divorced and it was with a girl who was legal. Dawn: You’re just sick and wrong! People like you need to be locked away forever! (He slaps her across the face and she falls down) Elm: Remember this Dawn…If you go to the police…I will do a lot worse than this. I would remember that if I were you. (He leaves the room) Dawn: (Sobbing) Why is this happening? Why? (A little later at Brock’s house) Flint: Let’s see…I’ve got the Cowboys game at 11am, the Raiders game at 2:30pm, and then the Dolphins after that. Yolanda: Making bets again? Flint: Now kids, Daddy only makes bets that he knows he’s going to pull big in. How do you think I was able to put Brock and Forrest through the University? Salvadore: Will there be enough for us to go to college? Flint: Only if it’s community college. (The door opens) Brock? Forrest: Thank the great, good Lord he’s home! He can start on dinner for tomorrow! Brock: I’ll work on it tomorrow morning. I’m going to bed. I feel like ultra-crap! Flint: Okay, goodnight boy! (Later at Dawn’s house) Elm: Would you like something to drink honey? Johanna: Oh thank you. Is Dawn already asleep? Elm: Yep. I’ll check on her in a second. You just get comfortable. Narrator: So you all may be wondering about Professor Elm’s…creepy life! Okay, I got the footage. You see, he got together with Johanna…that’s Dawn’s mother if you’re keeping up. They ended up getting married and had their one and only daughter Dawn. Professor Elm fell in love with Dawn ever since she entered this world and…I guess that was the starting point. Well when Dawn was two or three, her father did take advantage of her and started raping her. And at five, her parents got a divorce. Now Johanna never found out what happened between Dawn and her father. And of course at that age Dawn didn’t know much. It wasn’t until she got a little older and started having reoccurring nightmares she realized what her father was doing. Well Professor Elm went on his own and started teaching at Pallet High. And as you remember at the beginning of the first story, he fell…well I don’t want to say in love with, but there was sex with a senior girl. Dirty, smutty sex…But sex none-the-less! After the secret was found out, Professor Elm spent his days after being fired from Pallet High finding odd jobs. But the status of being a pedophile didn’t really help him on the dating scene. But one way or another, he and Johanna hooked back up not too long ago. (Back in Dawn’s room) Dawn: Why am I sleeping here? This is nuts. I have to get to the police. He shouldn’t be out in the public. (She walks to her window and opens it) I’ll hide out at the dorms. (A hand is on her shoulder) Huh? Elm: Where do you think you’re going? Dawn: To the police! You shouldn’t be here! And the police should know about this and so should my mother. (He grabs her by the neck and chokes her) Elm: You shouldn’t be so rash Dawn. (Dawn gasping) Now Daddy’s going to have to teach you a lesson you will not forget. (He pulls down her pants) Dawn: (Thinking) I’ve got to get away! This is…Just like…Before! (Flashback) Johanna: I’ll be at the grocery store. I’ll see you in a little bit. Young Dawn: Mommy! Take me with you! Johanna: No Dawn. It’ll only be for about 30 minutes or so. Your father will look after you. Elm: Yes Dawn. (He picks her up) Wave bye-bye to Mommy! Johanna: I won’t be long. Elm: Take your time. (She leaves) Oh Dawn. (In her room) Take it off! (She pulls down her skirt) That’s a good girl. (End of flashback) Dawn: (Thinking) I’ve got to fight back…I’ve got to fight… (She kicks him in the crotch) BACK! (She jumps out the window) I’ve got to get help! (Panting) I have to get help! (A little later at the police station) Ash: Oh man. (Stomach growling) Lunick: Am I going to have to hear that all night long? Ash: I can’t help it. I always fast the day before Thanksgiving. Lunick: You mean before you stuff your face? (Stomach growling) Ash: Look who’s talking! Lunick: So what? I skipped lunch today. Joel: Will you boys be quiet? The sooner this night goes by, the sooner we can all be home with our families enjoying the holiday. Lunick: Fine by me! (Stomachs growling) Ash: (Sighs) Six in the morning should come soon. (The door opens) Huh? Dawn! (He runs to her) Dawn, what are you…? Dawn: You have to help me Ash. Ash: Dawn, what’s the matter? Joel: Do you know this girl? (Dawn sobbing) Ash: Please Dawn. Let us know what the problem is. We can help you. Please tell us! Dawn: It’s my father. Ash: Your father? I don’t think I’ve ever met… Dawn: It’s something he has done to me…and just did to me tonight. He… (Flashback from years ago) He… (Flashback to earlier tonight) He raped me! (All gasp) Ash: You can’t be serious! Joel: Oh my… Dawn: And I’m afraid for my life now that I told you this. Joel: Dawn, you know we’re here to help and protect you. Otherwise, I would have been an insurance salesman in Michigan. Now just show me to the house. We’ll take this sicko down for you. (Back at Dawn’s house) Dawn: His car is gone! Ash: Check the inside! Lunick: I’ll cover you Dawn! Joel: Let’s go Ash! Ash: Right! (They walk in the house) All the lights are off. I have a bad feeling about this. Joel: Alright this is the Pallet Police Department! Put your hands where I can see them! Dawn: Wait, I hear something! Joel: Huh? The sound of running water! Ash: Someone’s in your shower! (They walk into the bathroom) Joel: Stand back! (He pulls the curtains) Dawn: (Gasp) Mom…Mom? (Screaming) MOM! Please wake up! Oh God please wake up! Please wake up! Joel: Get an ambulance now! (A little later outside the house) Ash: Oh Dawn…I’m so sorry this happened. Dawn: I was only gone for an hour…I would have never thought he would do this! (He hugs her) Ash: Any word yet on finding Professor Elm? Joel: Not yet. I sent out a bulletin if anyone spots a gray pick-up truck with the license CCT-852 to call police immediately. (Ambulance rides away) Now Dawn, we need to place you somewhere your father will never find you. I’ve already called the Witness Protection, but of course they can’t do a damn thing until the holiday is over. Do you have a place you can go? Ash: Think about this Joel! This guy probably has the name and address of all of Dawn’s friends. Look what he just did to her mother. Joel: You’re right. Well if you have an idea I would like to hear it. Ash: I can look after her. Joel: You’re a real risk-taker aren’t you boy? (Sighs) Fine, she can stay in your house for one night. But you better take care of this sweet little lady. (A little later at Ash’s house) Ash: You can stay here the night. I’ll watch the place and make sure nothing too strange is happening. Dawn: Thanks Ash. (Tears up) I don’t know what I’d do without…you. Ash: Dawn, oh please stop crying. No need to worry. We’ll catch your father and your mother will recover. She’s recuperating in the hospital as we speak. Dawn: How could my mother fall for such a man? If she still thinks he’s so great, then I hope she does die. Ash: You can’t really mean that? Dawn: I do Ash. (The light turns on) Huh? Delia: Ash, is that you? (She walks out) Ash: Yeah, I just got out of work. Delia: Okay, that’s fine. But why is Dawn here? Ash: Eh, well…it’s kind of a long story. Dawn: Mrs. Oak…or Mrs. Ketchum…I mean Miss… Delia: Oh please dear, just call me Delia. Dawn: …Delia…I have no where else to go this holiday. Ash: It’s only for one day. Delia: Okay…That’s fine. You can sleep in the living room. We have a pull-out sofa. Ash, could I have a word with you in the kitchen. Ash: Okay. (Closes the door) Delia: Okay, I want some answers. Why are you coming home at 3am with a girl who isn’t your fiancé? Ash: Like I said Mom, it’s a long story. Delia: As long as you live in this house, you will tell me everything I need to know. Why is she here in our house in the middle of the night? Ash: (Sighs) Mom, you better keep this to yourself and you can’t tell Samuel. Dawn was being raped by her father. (She gasps) There’s more! She came all the way to the station in tears because he just did it. When we went back to the house, we found Dawn’s mother in the shower passed out. We believe he drugged her. Delia: What’s going to happen? Ash: Most likely, Dawn will be placed in a witness protection program and sent to live in some other state. And depending if her mother makes it out alive, she’ll be with her too. Delia: And Dawn’s father…what about him? Ash: We weren’t able to find him. No sign of his car anywhere in the area. The squad is on patrol though. (In the other room) Dawn: Where do I go after this? What do I do? (The next morning at Brock’s house) Forrest: (Yawns) Morning already? (Sniffing) Nothing like smelling a good cooked meal on…Wait a moment! I don’t smell a damn thing! (The door opens) Salvadore: You’re finally up you lazy-ass! Forrest: Why don’t I smell anything? Salvadore: Brock’s sick. (Forrest screams) Hey calm down. Look, Dad wants us in the kitchen now. Forrest: Oh he’s probably just faking it! (He goes into Brock’s room) Rise and shine! Brock: Ugh… (Grabs a bucket and throws up) Forrest: Yuck. (Shuts the door) Damn it, he’s sick! This holiday is completely screwed! (In the kitchen) Flint: Okay kids, since Brock is sick with God only knows what, we’re going to have to cook Thanksgiving dinner. Now if we split up the different chores and each one of you works on a dish, we might pull this off. Forrest: What’d you have in mind? Flint: Here’s the game plan! I will work on the turkey. Once I finish, I’m gonna be in the other room taking care of some business. That’s when I leave the bird to you Forrest. Next, I want Timmy and Tommy to work on the potatoes. Yolanda, Cindy, and Suzy will do the pies… Yolanda: What kind of pie? Flint: Anything except for mud! Now that leaves Salvadore, Billy, and Tilly. I want you kids to make some other side dishes. Make the cranberry sauce and anything else you can think of. Okay kids, let’s get to work! Forrest: What about Brock? Flint: What about him? He’s sick! He keeps going in the bucket every five seconds. You don’t want him to get all of us sick do you? Forrest: I guess not. (Back at Ash’s house) Oak: (Yawns) What’s for breakfast honey? Huh? Delia…Ash…Dawn? What’s going on? Dawn: Don’t worry. I’ll be leaving tonight. Delia: Honey, you know you can stay here as long as you want. Dawn: I don’t want to be a bother. Delia: No bother at all. You can join me and Samuel at Thanksgiving dinner! It would be nice considering my son refuses to take part. Ash: What part of “Gary gets on my last nerve” do you not understand? Dawn: I’ll take a pass. Ash: You can come with me to Brock’s house. I’m gonna eat until I bust! Dawn: No thanks. (She leaves the room) Delia: Ash, you have to be more sympathetic! The poor girl has been through enough and this is no time to crack jokes. Ash: Hey maybe she could use a good laugh…Okay, never mind. Look Mom, I got a call from the witness protection and she’s going to a disclosed location tonight. Delia: Is she going to go to the hospital to see her mother? Ash: She doesn’t really want to, but she told me that she’s going to. Dawn: Ash… Ash: You ready? We’ll be back later Mom. Delia: Here Dawn. I want you to wear this. If this man is still at large, I think it’d be best to hide yourself. Ash: A wig? Hmm…That’s some good thinking. Thanks Mom. (A little later at the hospital) Doctor: Well she’s alive and awake. Dawn: Good to know. Doctor: I’ll leave you to see her. Dawn: Mom. Johanna: (Weakly) Dawn…Is that you? Are you okay? Dawn: No…I’m not fine. I went through the worst night of my life. I almost lost you. Johanna: I just…remember…your father gave me some cocoa to drink and I fell asleep instantly. Dawn: The cocoa! He must have drugged you! Mom, you have to believe me! Dad drugged you to death! He did that and raped me! Johanna: What? Dawn: He raped me! And not just last night, he’s done it to me almost every day up until I was five years old. Johanna: How dare you say such a thing? Dawn: What? Johanna: Your father may have had his fair shares of flaws but he is not a pedophile. Dawn: Why don’t you believe me? Why would I make this up? Johanna: He wouldn’t do that ever! How dare you Dawn Berlitz Elm! Dawn: DON’T EVER CALL ME THAT! (Johanna gasps) I was a fool to think that you would listen to me and take my side. I guess I was wrong. (Walks out the door) I hope you die. (Starts sobbing) Ash: Dawn…DAWN! Are you okay? Dawn: (Sobbing) My mother…she didn’t believe me. She took his side! My own mother believes that man over me. (Back at Brock’s house) Forrest: What a rip-off! All he’s doing is watching the stupid football game WHILE WE DO ALL THE WORK! Flint: (Shouting) Keep it down in there! Forrest: I should call social services and tell them that this is child labor. Yolanda: It’s not considered child labor if some of us are old enough to work. (Knock on the door) Flint: Could someone get that? Forrest: Great, so his butt can be grafted to the chair! I’ll get the door. You guys keep stirring the potato mix. (Opens the door) Suzy: Forrest, where’s your brother? Forrest: He’s in his room. Suzy: Good. I brought some of my homemade soup so he can feel all better. Forrest: Good, give it to him and you can go back to your family. (In the room) Suzy: Oh Brock. I’m so sorry that you’re sick. (Brock groans) I hope you’ll have some of the soup that I made. Brock: Oh that’s so nice of you Suzy. Forrest: Ugh…Now I’m getting sick from this mushy-feely crap! Brock: I really don’t have much energy to eat. Suzy: You have to have something in your system. Forrest: He has nothing in his system. He threw it all up! Suzy: Forrest, leave the room now. Your brother needs his rest and doesn’t need you saying idiotic things. (He leaves the room) Forrest: Stuck-up bitch! Yolanda: Forrest, get in here! Forrest: Coming. (In the kitchen) What’s wrong sis? Oh good Lord! What in the world happened to the kitchen! Timmy: I’m sorry Forrest. Tommy: We were mashing the potatoes and then we got the egg-beater and… Forrest: Fine. We’ll clean up this mess later. Where’s the bowl? Timmy: Over there. Forrest: Eh…just scrape the potatoes off the walls and put it in the bowl. No one will ever notice it. Yolanda: What? No! Don’t do that! Forrest, that’s disgusting. You don’t know what horrible things have touched our wall. Ugh…Yuck! I’m so not eating that! Suzie: Shove it Salvadore! Cindy: Yeah, we have to cook our pie! Salvadore: You move it! This bird needs to be shoved in here! Forrest: Will you pipe down? Okay kids, we need to make a nice decision here. As the newly appointed leader in command, I suggest we put the dishes in the oven and that way each dish will get done in time for dinner. Yolanda: What? No! Don’t do that! The pie needs to be separated. Forrest: Do you want it done right or do you want it done fast? (She sighs) Suzie: Are you sure you know what you’re doing? Forrest: Trust me. I know. I just raise the temperature of the oven like so. Then we’ll shove the pie and the turkey in. And wait a little bit! While we wait for the pie, let’s play some touch football! Salvadore: Yeah, boys versus girls. (All screaming) Let’s get them boys! (Back in the living room) Flint: Come on Dallas! (Back at Ash’s house) Ash: Thank you very much. (Hangs up) Dawn! That was one of the people from the protection agency. They’ll meet us at Brock’s house after dinner and you can go with them to pick up your belongings at the dorm and then they’ll take you where you need to go. Dawn: Okay. (Picks up a phone and dials) Zoey: Hello. Dawn: Hey Zoey. Zoey: Dawn? What a nice surprise. I was going to call you and tell you we’ll meet at the mall tomorrow morning. Brianna said she’s got a plan to get perfect markdowns! Dawn: About that…I can’t do it. Zoey: Why not? Dawn: I’m leaving town…tonight…and I’m never coming back. (Zoey gasps) I have to go now. I’ve already said too much. Zoey: You’re not making sense! What are you talking about? What’s going on? Dawn: I just wanted to call and tell you…that I…that I… (Tears up) Goodbye Zoey. Zoey: Wait Dawn! Dawn! (Dial tone) Damn it! Something is not right! (Later at Brock’s house) Forrest: And touchdown…Boys! Woo! (All boys cheering) Cindy: I hate this game! Tommy: Aw don’t pout! Timmy: Because we beat ya! Ash: Hello! Forrest: Hey Ash, hey…Dawn? Is that you in that wig? Why are you wearing that? Dawn: I’d rather not get into the details! Ash: We’re ready for dinner! Forrest: Dinner… (Gasp) Oh crap! What time is it? (He runs inside) Salvadore: Oh no! The food! (They all run inside) Announcer: …And there you have it Dallas Cowboys with 3 and Green Bay Packers with 32. (Flint snoring) Forrest: Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! (Runs into the kitchen) Ah! (Opens the door) All: What happened? Forrest: Salvadore, get me the fire extinguisher! (Puts out the smoke) All: The food! Yolanda: You idiot! How many degrees did you set it for? Salvadore: There’s no food left! Cindy: So much for Thanksgiving! Forrest: (Screams) I’M PISSED OFF! The pie exploded and is burnt to a crisp and the turkey is ruined. I was looking forward to this holiday and then that ****ing cunt Suzy ****ing ruined it by getting Brock ****ing sick! Then Dad’s fat ass is on the chair watching ****ing losers play football! And now we’re going to eat a charcoal pie with a ****ed up turkey! (Throws the plate on the ground) How can this night get any ****ing worse? Lola: FORREST GUMP HARRISON! I will scold you for saying such horrible obscenities in front of your younger siblings. Forrest: But Mom…I just… (Screams) Lola: My beautiful kitchen! FLINT! FLINT! (He stammers and runs inside the kitchen) Flint: What happened? Did somebody lose a toe? Lola: Flint, I can’t even leave you for a couple of hours just so I can visit my sick mother without you destroying my house. Have you seen the beautiful turkey I bought three weeks ago? Forrest: Yeah, it’s a pile of ashes on the floor here. Lola: Huh? (Groans) This was supposed to be a great holiday! (The door opens) Suzy: What’s all the commotion out here? (Gasp) What on earth? Lola: It’s just horrible. The pie and the turkey are all gone! Suzy: We still have mashed potatoes. (Takes a taste from the bowl) Ugh…Never mind. If you don’t mind, I could always offer up something. I do have some extra things back at my apartment and I can scrounge up a few things and make us all a nice dinner. Flint: If food is involved, I’m in. Ash: Me too. (Stomach growling) I haven’t eaten since early yesterday. Suzy: Okay if it’s 3:30pm now and given how much time it takes to cook, plus we have 14 people, I can have dinner ready in 7pm. 6:30 if we’re lucky. Yolanda: She does math a lot better than you. Forrest: Oh shut up. (In front of Dawn’s house) Zoey: A police car, caution tape, what the hell is going on? Excuse me sir! Cameron: What can I do for you? Zoey: Oh yes. My family lives in this area and I just returned from…college and I was wondering what happened. Cameron: Oh yes. Well, a man raped a young girl in there and poisoned her mother. Zoey: (Thinking) Dawn! Cameron: Sick bastard turned out to be her own father. Joel: Cameron, I just talked with Ash. The girl will be picked up by the witness protection agency by the end of the night. Zoey: (Thinking) I have to find Ash! (She gets on her motorcycle and drives away) Cameron: Now where was I? Huh? She’s gone! Joel: Who? Cameron: There was this girl I was talking to. Joel: You really need that vacation if you’re hallucinating women. Narrator: Approximately three hours and seven minutes later! Lola: I can’t believe you did this Suzy. Flint: This looks so appetizing! Ash: Food! Suzy: Nothing like mac n’ cheese, apple cake, my casserole dish surprise, noodles, and soup! I apologize for the soup. Brock was sick and I had a lot left over. Ash: I’m not too picky. Food is food to me! Forrest: You don’t even live here. Hell, I’m not even sure why Dawn’s here! Lola: Don’t be rude Forrest. Suzy, your food looks lovely. Forrest: Well I’ll be the judge on how this stuff tastes. (Five minutes later) Lola: Oh my God, this is heavenly! Flint: You’re an even better cook than Brock. Um, don’t tell him that when he wakes up. Lola: How were you able to do that? Suzy: Let’s just say I’ve been to my fair share of pot lucks with other colleagues and those people are such cheap skates! And I would always end up doing some sort of cooking for them. Lola: Well the younger kids seem to like the mac n’ cheese. Dawn: I’m sure Ash likes it too. Ash: (Muffled) Uh-huh! Forrest: So Dawn, I never knew why you came here for Thanksgiving. (Dawn sighs) Ash: Huh? Oh, her Thanksgiving was turning into such a bummer. I won’t go into any details. Forrest: Whatever. Well get used to this because we’ll be back in school on Monday and we’ll go back to eating garbage. (Dawn sighs) Dawn: Would you excuse me? I need to go to the bathroom. (She walks away) Lola: Okay dear. It’s the third door on the right. (In the bathroom) Dawn: (Sighs) I’m going to miss this. Brock and Forrest’s parents are nice. I’ll have to thank them for tonight. And Ash… (Closes the door and turns on the light) Ah! Elm: You thought you could escape me! (He pulls out a knife and holds it against her throat) Dawn: (Gasp) Daddy…no! Elm: Say one word and I will slice your throat! (They bang against the wall) Ash: What was that? Flint: Sounds like me whenever I’m backed up. (Ash gets up) Lola: Where are you going Ash? Ash: I have a bad feeling! (Walks into the hallway) Elm: Just give me five minutes Dawn. Just five minutes alone with… (The door opens) Ash: YOU! (Pulls the trigger and Professor Elm falls down) Dawn: Ash! You… Ash: Are you okay? Dawn: You carry a gun on you? Ash: Hey, the chief said I’m a world-class professional with the firearm. Lola: Guns…GUNS! You brought a gun into my house? Ash, I want you and that, that, THING out of my house this instant! Dawn: He saved my life. Lola: Huh? OH MY GOD! Who is he? (Ash dials his phone) Ash: Joel, this is Ash. I got him. I got Professor Elm. (Later that night) Joel: You never fail to surprise me Ketchum. Ash: That was scary. Joel: Well we will throw the book at him this time around. Dawn: Bull****! (They turn around) You heard me! He’ll do the same crap he did last time to bend away from the system. I can’t trust the system. You let him through after he had sex with that one girl several years ago. Ash: Dawn relax! I promise you, he will be locked away for a long time for doing this. Dawn: Talk is cheap! After what he did to me…He deserves the electric chair. (Nearby) Flint: Well…is this live? Well I heard a gunshot and all of a sudden I got up out of my chair and grabbed my nine-iron! Yolanda: No you didn’t. You jumped and hid under your chair. Flint: Honey, don’t say things that might embarrass me on live television! (A little later inside the house) Dawn: I’m sorry for tonight. Flint: It’s okay. Lola: Where are you going to go now Dawn? Dawn: I don’t know. Now that they have my father in custody, I probably won’t be relocated…although… (Tears up) …I know, I don’t want to stay here in town. (They gasp) Forrest: Oh Dawn…I’ll miss you. (He hugs her) You’re a really cool chick. I hope we can still keep in contact. Dawn: I’ll miss you too Forrest. (Knock on the door) Forrest: Zoey? Zoey: (Panting) I found you! I finally found you! Dawn…are you okay? Dawn: Guys, can I be alone with Zoey for a second? Forrest: Sure…my room is empty for now. Go in there. (Inside the room) Zoey: Oh Dawn…I heard what happened. I’m so sorry this happened. Dawn: Well there’s not much to comment on. My mom is in the hospital and has convinced herself that Dad is a saint. Meanwhile, Dad is in police custody. Zoey: And you? Dawn: (Sighs) I know I won’t be put in the Witness Protection Agency. But…I don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t want to live here anymore. I want to escape. Zoey: Dawn… (She grabs her hand) Come with me. Dawn: Huh? Zoey: I want you to come away with me. Away from here, away from the problems and sorrow you carry here. You can stay with me and the place I live. After the semester is over, we can go somewhere else. I don’t want to cut off contact with you…When the police told me what happened…I was afraid. I was afraid I was going to lose you! Dawn: (Gasp) Zoey. Zoey: Dawn… (She kisses her on the lips) Dawn: (Voice over) That kiss…it felt like forever since I felt Zoey’s warmth. I’ve gone through a lot these last four years. I went from dating a girl to dating a boy just under one year. I was able to breakthrough the lifetime of pain that was caused by my father. But if any good came from these last several years…it was meeting Zoey. We left the house that night. I grabbed all of my essential items and Zoey and I hit the road. This town holds many memories for me. Some of them good, some bad! Mom…No, I can’t find it in my heart to face you again. Not now. I’ll make new memories in my new home and with you. I am ever-so grateful to you…Zoey. Zoey: How you holding up? Dawn: I’m good. (Smiles) Zoey: So long Pallet! (Revs up Engine) Here we go! ~*Preview*~ Marcus: Just my luck! The girl I’m trying to impress might be interested in someone else. Worst part of it is that it’s that fat slob Morrison. What the hell? He spits when he talks and farts when he spits. Well it’s my turn to have some happiness. I’m not going to lose her to him. Next time on Romance 102, Chapter 42…See you next time!
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OMG great chapter. Prof Elm creeps me out in the anime as well(shudders)
And Yay for Ash shooting Elm. And Dawn and Zoey got back together as well. And the brock scenes with his family were good as well Oh and happy birthday as well ^_^. Mines not till Wednesday so ive got 2 more days to go
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OMG DAWN AND ZOEY ARE BACK TOGETHER XD and wow scary chapter. Oh my god when Johhana doesnt believe that Dawns father is a phedophile I WANTED TO HURT JOHANNA! Wow so glad that Zoey and Dawn are a couple again! Also can you maybe let Kotone make an appearence Please for me :3
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I wont come back ever and I know about the rule change for the game section, and it saddens me; it used to be so much fun, Degrassi, Pokecity, Pokeplace, all of them that I've participated in.... GG has now graduated from Serebii, I love you all. Goodbye... (P.S :: I swear, leave Lilly alone, don't be mean to her or I'll eat you, she's my bestie after all~) Last edited by granbull guy; 23rd September 2009 at 1:34 AM.
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*Tadashi - Aw, but if you pull a u-turn, you might miss something crucial. Or not! Haha, Tracey having more naughty dreams about his dear Marisa. And in real life...it's the other way around *pervy face* Don't feel bad about picking the wrong choice. Everyone was wrong last week and I'm still honestly laughing about that. But yeah, anything involving Professor Elm still equals to being bad. In 101 it was hilarious and WTF, in 102...it's just creepy and oh so wrong. Again, big fan of the Dramedy. I will put up a suspenseful scene like with Dawn and her mother and the next scene...involve Brock's weird family. Otherwise...my writing would be deemed scarier than Quentin Terintino. I think we ALL would have loved to see Ash and Gary having a food fight...but didn't want to involve it in this chapter
 . Ah hell, thank you for that little mistake point-out. Hmm...One can only wonder if this last chapter finally tops 101's biggest moments with Wallace's death and Paul's suicide. But Dawn x Prof. Elm is in a category all by itself. And yes, hooray for Ash! He took down *Rebeccag - I think the reason why Professor Elm scares you is that he looks like a scary combination of Mr. Kimura (the pervert on Azumanga Daioh) and Shou Tucker (the creepy father on Full Metal Alchemist). I just decided to give him sort of those two personalities...in a sense. And thank you for the birthday greeting. I hope your birthday was fun too. *granbull guy - Yay for Appealshipping. I always tend to lean towards shippings that I support. So yeah, if you're a supporter of that, good news there. I kinda figured there were gonna be a few Johanna haters in the audience. Honestly I don't like her out of the whole mother set. That goes for the anime. And...Kotone...Okay, let me say this. I WILL NOT ADD CHARACTERS JUST BECAUSE OF THEIR STUPID POPULARITY!!! So Kotone is a no-go. If she comes in the story, fine. But do not ask me to add a character. That is a big no-no. Oy.  *today's character thank you pokesho* *Duplica - The girl that Marcus has eyes for! Ooh, boy! You all are so freakin' lucky I'm posting today. I was THIS close to not posting this week. Well, it has nothing to do with lack of reviews. It's just been a crazy week in general. I mean between the crazy tests for class and me having a POSSIBLE broken foot *injured at work*, it just hasn't been a good time. But I'm caught up with editing so there's no reason in the world for this story to be put on hold. Well anyways, thank you for reading last week's chapter (and hopefully without vomiting). I know, I know. That was Mckenzie Phillips disgusting material. That was weird timing wasn't it? Well you know what, that's the last chapter (I think) that involves horrible rape like that. This week, it is CHRISTMAS again. Ah, I know how to give you guys a dose of Christmas cheer earlier than normal. And for those of you who answered the poll on LJ...Congrats goes to Rizza (Angelic Pika) for getting the answer right. Don't worry, there shall be another poll for you to screw with moments after this chapter is posted. Enjoy another Christmas-type chapter where someone goes through a life-changing event. Chapter Forty-Two Narrator: Here comes Santa Claus! Here comes Santa Claus…Right down Pallet…Lane? Harley: I am sick to the core with each and every one of you! Do you think that you are ready to go on stage? DO YOU?! No, I don’t think so! You all make me sick! (All crying) Did I expect too much from fourth graders? Nando: Boys and girls, you are doing a wonderful job. You are all improving on your dance number for the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies. (They cheer) Harley: Fine, you guys are improving. (Sighs) I hate playing good cop, bad cop with these children! So much easier when it’s just me and Nando! (Door opens) Vivian: Knock, knock! How are my little sugar plums doing Harley? Harley: Oh they are just precious little darlings! Getting better by the day! Vivian: Well that’s great to hear! I want this festival to go along smoothly. I’ve got to go check on all of my other actors! (In another room) Marisa: It’s been a long time since I was actually in kente cloth! (Drew speaking in Hebrew) I guess you’re getting into the Hanukkah spirit! Drew: I guess you can say so! It’s been a while since I’ve read this scripture. Marisa: Or any scripture that isn’t Carnation Instant Breakfast! Drew: (Annoyed) Watch it Marisa! (Marcus enters the room) Marcus: Ho, ho, ho! Marisa: It’s Hispani-Claus! (Drew chuckles) Marcus: Hey, I’d like to believe that Santa is really a Hispanic! Marisa: Yeah, and I’d like to believe that Mariah Carey isn’t black, but I’d be lying to myself. Marcus: Guys, it feels just like the old times back in high school since we’re back together in a theatre. Drew: Well, you know it’s only you, me, Marisa, and Harley! Maybe if we can get some of the old gang back together… Marisa: Forget it! Erika is in rehab…AGAIN, Grace is doing some kind of activity with the Catholic church, and Kelly… Marcus: (Sobbing) KELLY! Marisa: Oh God, stop crying! Marcus: Just kidding. I had you going for a second. Drew: Okay because I was about to say! You and Kelly broke up two years… Marcus: One year, 11 months, 3 weeks and 6 days…But who’s counting? Drew: …Err…Right! Marisa: Hey, what about May? Drew: What about her? She and Sara are up in Aspen visiting Norman. He’s doing some kind of photo-shoot there and invited them. Marisa: Lucky them. At least I have a better job now where I don’t have to sacrifice my whole life! And they gave me some extra time off so I can do this for you guys. (The door opens) Duplica: Excuse me, is this the Main Street Theatre Company? (Marcus stares at her) Marisa: Well yes it is. Duplica: Oh good. I’m supposed to meet someone named Vivian. Drew: She’s the one in charge, I’ll go get her. (He leaves the room) Marisa: So you’re going to help out with the Christmas pageant? Duplica: Yeah. I’ve been living here in town for the past two months and I’ve been looking for some work. And of course my passion is in the theatre! So Vivian said she’ll let me help out in the set crew! Marisa: Glad to have you on board. I’m Marisa by the way. Duplica: Nice to meet you. My name is Duplica! Marisa: That’s an interesting name. Duplica: It’s actually my nickname from when I was in high school theatre. It’s just that now that I’m so used to it I rarely use my real name! Marisa: Oh yeah, and this here is Marcus! He’s been working here for years! Marcus: Um…hi! Duplica: Oh, it’s good to meet another veteran thespian here! Marcus: (Giggles and Blushes) Oh…well… Marisa: Huh? (Miss Vivian walks inside) Oh Miss Vivian! This is Duplica! Vivian: Oh, so you’re the famous Duplica I’ve heard so much about. Your father speaks very highly of you. Duplica: You’ve talked to my father? Vivian: Oh all the time. You know, when we were both younger, we were in plays together. Only person I know who could ever sing Phantom of the Opera just perfectly! Duplica: Well, he has had years of training. Vivian: I’ve been looking for an extra stage hand and when I heard that you’ve moved to town, I couldn’t think of anyone better! Duplica: Glad to be a part of the crew! Marisa: So, did we find another person to play Santa Claus? Vivian: Oh I certainly did. I know that this person would be perfect for Santa. Marcus: (Thinking) Come on. It’s gotta be me! Come on! Vivian: Here he is! (Morrison comes through the door) Morrison: Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas! Marcus: What? Vivian: Morrison was helping me do programs and fliers for the show and when I got word that my original Santa was going to be out with the flu, he was the perfect person to come to mind. Marcus: What? Marisa: I had no idea you were into theatre Morrison. Morrison: Hey, you know I don’t mind doing it. Some of the kids that are in the pageant are kids I watch after in the Big Brother program. Marcus: What? Duplica: Wow! You really are a real-life Santa Claus. Morrison: No, no. I like hanging around little kids. I want to give them the same kind of experience I had with my older brothers. Marcus: (Thinking) Farting and Belching while screaming at the television? Duplica: I do love people who are good to children. Morrison: Anything for the kids. Vivian: Morrison, come with me. You need to be fitted into your costume! Duplica, come with me. (They leave) Marisa: Well isn’t that nice! Marcus: Whatever! Marisa: Hey, what happened to your jolly attitude? Don’t tell me you’re bitter just because Morrison is going to be Santa. Marcus: Screw off! Marisa: Huh? Don’t you dare jump bad with me again Marcus! Marcus: Just leave me alone! (The next morning at the theatre) Vivian: Marcus, I had a nice talk with Marisa last night. Marcus: Oh? Vivian: She told me that you were feeling a little left out in the Christmas pageant. Marcus: Well…it’s just that I would like to do some action on stage instead of being someone behind the scenes. Vivian: She told me that. Marcus: How much did she tell you? Vivian: Not much. It’s just that you wanted a little more to do for this project. Well, I do have something that you could do. (A little later) Marisa: Umoja is Unity and… (The door opens) Huh? Marcus, is that you? Marcus: You just had to butt-in! You just had to say something to Miss Vivian! You just had to say that I was feeling left out! Now look what you did. I’m ****ing Rudolph! Marisa: I was just trying to help. Marcus: You can help by stop by staying out of my business! Drew: What’s going on? Marisa: It’s Marcus. He’s mad because he’s Rudolph in the pageant. Well if you ask me, it’s a good part. Marcus: Then why don’t you be a freak with a red nose? Marisa: Because I already have a part! Marcus: Well if you’re not going to offer up any good solutions, then don’t bother helping me at all. (Marisa gasps) Drew: Marcus, I have no idea what’s going on right now. All I know is that Marisa was just trying to help and you should be at least grateful. Marcus: Screw you! (He walks away) Marisa: HOLD IT! Marcus, all I did was try to help you. I didn’t set you up to make you look like a fool. I helped you out because you’re my friend and that’s all! And if you think otherwise, then you’re a bigger idiot than anyone I know. (Marcus turns around and slaps her in the face) Drew: (Gasp) Marcus! Marcus: You’re a liar. (He runs off) Drew: Oh my God! Marisa, are you okay? (She nods) Marisa: What the hell is the matter with him? (Later that day) Vivian: Wonderful rehearsal everyone. (All murmuring) Drew: Marisa…Marisa… (Tracey walks up) Tracey: Hey, I came to pick you up! Marisa: Huh? Oh…hi Tracey. Let me get my things. (She walks away) Tracey: She looks upset. What happened? Drew: Kind of a weird thing that happened. She and Marcus got into an argument and he ended up slapping her in the face. Tracey: WHAT? I’ll kill him. Why the hell did he do such a thing? Drew: He snapped. Marisa was just trying to help him and he snapped. Tracey: So where’s Marcus now? Drew: We don’t know. After he slapped her, he just bolted out of here and we haven’t seen him for the entire rehearsal. Harley: Let’s go! Let’s go! I want 110% tomorrow from you sugar plums! Nando: Now let’s not be too harsh! Tracey: What’s with them? Drew: They’re playing good cop, bad cop! Harley: Oh I’m doing my darndest to try and mold these cute little fourth graders into dancing kings and queens. Drew: But they’re only 10 years old. They don’t need to be scolded or yelled at! Harley: This coming from the guy who spanks his kid? Drew: It was only one time! Harley: Whatever honey! All I know is that Miss Vivian put me and Nando in charge of choreographing the Nutcracker portion of the pageant and I’m going to fulfill that. Besides, big time dancing executives with the big contracts eat this crap up! I’m no fool! Drew: I doubt there will be any dancing executives in the audience! Harley: I’m just covering my bases hon! (He walks away) Tracey: Now why did Marcus snap? Marisa: It’s because of a girl. Drew: Marisa? Marisa: He was infatuated with a new girl. But then Morrison got the role of Santa, the role Marcus had his eye on and this girl seems to be more interested in Morrison. I went out of my way to ask Miss Vivian to hook Marcus up with something since all he’s doing is behind the scenes work. I had no intention of making him look like a jackass. Drew: I’m sure he’ll realize that soon! Marisa: I know. It’s just that I’ve never seen Marcus that mad before. But you know I’m not going to let that bother me. I have a feeling he’ll snap to his senses and he’ll be back at rehearsals tomorrow. (The next afternoon at rehearsals) Drew: Oh geez, he didn’t show. This is not like Marcus. Marisa: Miss Vivian! Vivian: Yes Marisa. Marisa: It’s about Marcus. Did he call you and tell you where he is? Vivian: He did. (Sighs) I am very disappointed in him. He called me last night and told me that something came up and that he couldn’t do the pageant. Marisa: Oh…is that what he said? Vivian: Yes. I’m suspicious about this. He would usually give me a lot more notice than just a few days before the actual pageant and even then he would always work something out. This time seemed different. Did something happen to him? Marisa: I…really can’t tell you because I don’t know. (Miss Vivian walks away) Duplica: (Sighs) That’s too bad. Marisa: Duplica? Duplica: Miss Vivian showed me some of his tapes from his past performances and we could have used his comedic genius for the pageant. I was going to suggest something to Miss Vivian. Marisa: You really think that about Marcus? Duplica: Well, I’ve grown up around the theatre and I know stage presence when I see it and your friend definitely has it. Marisa: Huh? Say Duplica, I hope you don’t mind me prying if I asked you a question. Duplica: Depends on what you want to ask! (That night at Marcus’s house) Mother: Marcus, your friend Tracey is on the phone for you. Marcus: Tell him I just stepped out. And if anyone comes by, tell them I’m not here. (She leaves the room) I knew she was going to end up telling him. (Doorbell rings) Oh great! (In the dining room) Mother: I’ll tell him you called. (Hangs up) Wonder who that could be. (Opens the door) Oh Drew. Drew: Hey, is Marcus home? Mother: I’m afraid he stepped out Drew. I’ll tell him you stopped by. (She closes the door and goes into Marcus’s room) Honey, Drew just stopped by… Marcus: I hope he left. Mother: I told him the same thing I told Tracey. Marcus, what’s going on? Are you feeling sick? Did something happen? Marcus: I don’t feel like talking about it! (He gets up) I’m going for a ride now. I’ll be back later. Mother: Honey? Oh…son… (A little later in Marcus’s car) Marcus: They all piss me off! (Turns on the radio) Sinatra: (Singing) It’s the most wonderful time of the year… Marcus: Feh! Wonderful time my ass! Hmm…The snow is really coming down. (Car swerves, goes off the road, crashes, and Marcus blacks out) Todd: Hey, hey buddy! Wake up! Time to wake up! (Marcus opens his eyes) About time! Marcus: AH! Todd what are you doing here? (Looks around) WHAT HAPPENED TO MY CAR?! Todd: I see you’ve regained consciousness, but apparently not your memory. You crashed your car you ding-dong! And here come the paramedics to pick up that lumpy corpse of yours off the street. Marcus: I’m dead?! Todd: Well…not exactly. Marcus: What do you mean not exactly? Oh I know! It’s just like that episode of Family Guy where Peter forgets Lois’s anniversary and… Todd: You watch too much stupid television. Although it’s not too far from the truth! I am indeed Death! Marcus: You’re Death? Todd: It’s always the one you envy. Marcus: I never envied you in my whole… Todd: It is a shame…your friends and family are going to be sad to see you die so young. Marcus: Wrong, you prick! My family will cry and be sad, but not my friends. I have no friends! Todd: Come on now! Marisa will definitely be sad! Marcus: That’s a lie. She doesn’t care if I live or die! Todd: Let’s go Marcus. I’m going to take you until you get an epiphany. Marcus: What the hell is that? Todd: You know, a revelation, a realization, a…Oh never mind. Come on idiot! (In a room at the morgue) Marcus: Why are we here? Todd: Wait for it… (Marisa and Tracey walk inside) Marcus: Marisa? Tracey: Where is he? Mortician: Right this way. Marcus: What’s going on? Todd: I took you to a couple of hours into the future. Yeah, I can do that. If you don’t have your epiphany, this will be your future. (The mortician lifts up the cover) Marisa: (Gasp) Oh…no… (Cries on Tracey’s shoulder) Marcus: This is too grim! Todd: They don’t call me the grim reaper for nothing. Marcus: So what? I’m not alive to be her personal punching bag anymore. Big deal! Todd: Does it look like she’s missing a punching bag? No! If that were the case, she’d go out and find another one. She is crying because she lost her best friend. Hey numb-nuts, do you have any idea how important you are to all those people. Marcus: Bunch of back-stabbers. Every last one of them! Todd: Yeah, let me take you a little further in the future. Christmas Eve should do it! (In front of the theatre) Boy: Miss Vivian, why aren’t we going up? Vivian: (Tears up) It’s because of… Drew: I know the show is supposed to go on…but this was kind of a big blow to us! Harley: I’m going to miss him so much. Morrison: Yeah. That’s a sad ending. Nando: It was right to not go through with the pageant now. I don’t think we could ever hold back our tears. Duplica: I’m going to miss him. (Tears up) Marcus: Oh no, Duplica…Don’t cry… Todd: Oh yes…That girl. You’ve always had a taste for oddballs in the theatre, but I must admit she is rather cute. (Silence) Oh come on Marcus, if this doesn’t get to you then I should just give up right now and have your soul wander forever in Purgatory. Marcus: Where’s Marisa? Todd: No one took your death more to heart than her. She’s been in her room crying her eyeballs out. (Marcus sighs) How dare you say she doesn’t care about you! She cares for you dearly! Marcus: We shared a very colorful history together. But that’s all over… Todd: Do you even remember how you two became the best of friends? Marcus: Sure I do! It was…Um…Ugh…19…Um… Todd: Thought so! I think it’s time for a little flashback! (Inside a classroom) Young Marcus: Wow, did you get that from a happy meal? Young Todd: No way! My dad got me this so I can practice taking pictures. Young Marcus: Ooh, like the pictures he has of all those ladies in his basement? (The door opens) Michelle: Sorry we’re late. Teacher: No, you’re right on time! (Looks down) Oh, you must be Marisa. (She whimpers) Michelle: Sorry, she’s a wee-bit shy. Teacher: Understandable. Don’t you worry! All of our students are perfect little angels and they’ll welcome your daughter with open arms. Michelle: Okay, Marisa, I have to leave now. So if you could please let go of me! Young Marcus: I got an idea! Let’s take pictures of our butts with this! Young Todd: Cool. Teacher: Boys and girls, we have a new student joining us today. Her name is Marisa. So let’s give her a nice big welcome and make her feel right at home. (During recess) Young Todd: Oh man! Stupid Principal always ruins our fun! Young Marcus: You know he’s going to take pictures of his ding-dong when no one’s looking! Young Todd: Uh-oh! We’re in bully territory! Young Marcus: Huh? It’s just where the third graders play! They won’t notice us! (Boys surround them) Uh-oh! Bully 1: Well, well, well, what do we have here? Bully 2: A couple of grade one weaklings! Bully 1: This is our playground you little craps! (Marisa walks nearby) Young Marisa: Huh? Uh-oh! (She runs) Bully 1: We’re going to teach you a lesson! (Marcus screams) Teacher: Hold it! You boys are in so much trouble for picking on first graders like that. It’s off to the principal’s office for you! (She grabs them by the ears and drags them) Young Marcus: Wow that was close. One more second and I would have had a lift-face. Young Marisa: I believe it’s called a face-lift. (He turns around) I hope you’re okay. I ran to the nearest teacher when I saw you two with that bully. Young Todd: Well it’s a good thing you did. Young Marcus: Oh yeah, you’re that new girl. I’m Marcus and this is Todd. Young Marisa: It’s nice to meet you. I’m Marisa. (During lunch) Young Todd: Alright, baloney sandwich and chips! (Marcus sighs) Hey you’re the one who forgot your lunch today! Young Marcus: Just one little bite. Young Todd: No way. (Marisa sits down) Young Marisa: Mind if I sit here? Young Todd: Sure thing. (Marcus’s stomach grumbles) Young Marisa: Where’s your lunch Marcus? Young Todd: He forgot his. Young Marisa: Here you go. It’s okay, eat it up. I never finish mine anyways so you can have half. (Marcus smiles and takes the sandwich) Marcus: I forgot how nice she used to be. Todd: My hunch is telling me you forgot about this as well. (After school) Young Todd: See you tomorrow! (Car drives away) Young Marisa: You sure your mom won’t mind me coming over? Young Marcus: Not a problem. Bully 1: Hey you! We didn’t finish what we started this morning! Bully 2: And you’re the little blabbermouth who told on us! (Marisa gulps) Young Marcus: Stand back Marisa! (Marcus gets punched) Young Marisa: (Gasp) Marcus! (She kicks one in the testicles) Bully 2: (Grunts) No…fair…Ugh… (She punches the other one) Marisa: Stop hurting my friend! Or I’ll kick your butt more! Bully 1: Oh man! A girl really nailed us! Bully 2: No one should hear about it! (They run away) Young Marisa: Oh Marcus, are you okay? Young Marcus: Holy poop! That was amazing! For someone as little as you, you really pack a real punch. Aren’t you afraid that you’ll get in trouble? Young Marisa: Nope. No boy in the world would admit that they got beat up by a six year old girl. (The next morning) Young Todd: Oh…What happened to those two bullies? You walked passed them and they didn’t even touch you! Young Marcus: You missed it! Marisa kicked one of them in the noodle! And then she punched one of them! Young Todd: Wow, we have a bodyguard! Young Marcus: She’s my little buddy-guard! Todd: You called her your little buddy-guard! That’s so sweet! If it gets any sweeter I’m going to end up with diabetes. Marcus: Luckily I shortened the title and called her little buddy. Todd: Well your friendship has been through its ups and downs. You two have been there for each other. Through the good and the bad! How can you say that she doesn’t care about you? She thinks of you as an older brother. Well sure, if it’s the hitting part you hate, I’m sure it’s only because you say stupid things. Quite frankly, I want to smack you for saying stupid crap too. Marcus: She’s…like my sister. (Tears up) Todd: Huh? Wow, I haven’t even killed twenty minutes. Marcus: I feel terrible. She’s been good to me throughout the years. Todd: And that my friend is the epiphany! Marcus: Todd, you have to take me back! You can’t let me die in this car wreck! Please, take me back! Todd: Persistent thing. All you have to do is wake up. Wake up! (Distorted voice) Wake up! (In a hospital room) Marisa: Please Marcus…wake up! (He opens his eyes) Huh? Marcus: (Weakly) Little buddy? Oh man…my head feels like it’s been punched by Mike Tyson! Marisa: Oh thank God you’re okay! Thank you God! Marcus: What…What am I doing here? Marisa: Ssh, don’t try to speak. You were in a car-wreck and suffered a concussion. The hospital called me since I’m on your emergency call list. (The door opens) Doctor: Let’s give him some time to gather his thoughts. Marisa: I’ll be in the waiting room. Thank you doctor! (She leaves the room) Marcus: (Thinking) She cares for me…and after I was so mean to her. (In the waiting room) Marisa: He just woke up so I have a feeling he’ll be okay. Tracey: That’s good to hear. So…does that mean you’re… Marisa: Well…you know we didn’t get to talk for long...And even though he was a complete jerk to me yesterday…I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to him. (The next morning at the hospital) Vivian: I’m so glad you’re okay Marcus. Marcus: Look Miss Vivian, I’m sorry for quitting all of a sudden. I was…feeling a little… Vivian: Oh don’t worry about it. (Knock on the door) Marcus: Come in. (The door opens) Marisa: I see you’ve got the strength to talk now. Vivian: Hello Marisa. I’ll leave you two alone. (She leaves the room) Marisa: How are you feeling? Marcus: A little better. Still shaken up from the events of yesterday! Man, my whole life flashed in front of my eyes. Well…not my whole life…But everything after I met you. Marisa: I think that’s the whole point of a near death experience Marcus. Things like that are bound to happen. It’s what you would usually see in a Christmas special! Marcus: Well I guess it’s because I was kind of a jerk to you and Drew when you were trying to help me. You were trying to help me right? Marisa: Of course you dummy! Marcus: Ugh…You sound like Death… Marisa: You’re calling me Death now? Geez Marcus! Marcus: Sorry, Death was in my vision…And he looked like Todd for some reason. Marisa: If he ends up in a vision of mine, that’s a clear sign that I’m going to hell. But anyways, I was trying to help you. And as it turns out Duplica really likes you. Marcus: She what? Marisa: I knew you had a crush on her so I decided to hook you up with an actual role in the pageant. But you took it too much to heart and lashed out. I did it for you! I talked to Miss Vivian and Duplica, for you! Do I get a thank you or a you’re the best? No! All I get is a slap in the face and a guilt trip! (Knock on the door) Duplica: Marcus? Marcus: Duplica! Marisa: I’ll leave you two alone. I have to call my mom and tell her you’re okay. (She leaves the room) Duplica: Are you feeling okay? Marcus: Oh…I’ll live. The doctors might let me go today once the blood work comes back. Duplica: Oh I feared the worst when Marisa told me you were in a car accident. Marcus: No need to worry. I’m fine. (They stare at each other) Duplica: Well good…I’m glad you’re fine! (She blushes) I mean, if you weren’t around, I know that the theatre won’t be the same. I mean without your charm, your wit, your stage presence, and… (He kisses her) Marisa: Marcus, your mother wanted me to give you this. (Opens the door) Whoa! (They stop) Oh, don’t mind me. I didn’t see a damn thing! (Leaves the room) Nice to see this turned out to be a happy ending. Narrator: Yes, it looks like it really is going to be a Merry Christmas…I mean Hanukkah or Kwanzaa! HOLIDAY! And the pageant went over successfully. It was a big turnout, everyone was on cue and perfect with their characters. And Marcus was able to make full recovery. Just that he was in the audience and with crutches! Marisa: So what’d you think? Marcus: Not bad for someone who hasn’t been a public spectacle for several years and the fact that you haven’t celebrated Kwanzaa since you were eight years old! Marisa: Oh you are so lucky you just suffered head trauma or I would smack the crap out of you. Drew: I’m glad you came by. Morrison: Yeah big guy! Harley: Just didn’t seem right without you! Marcus: Well I took a nice break by sitting out this time. But don’t expect me to do so for the next production. I’ll be back in full swing for this summer’s performance. Harley: You better! Especially if Miss Vivian is going to do Phantom of the Opera! Duplica: You know he’ll be there. (She kisses him and walks away) Drew: Whoa! Harley: Ooh, Marcus! You cheeky bastard! Marisa: So you guys are a definite couple? Marcus: I’m not one to kiss and tell. Tracey: Code for yes they are! Well Marcus, I’m glad things worked out for you with getting the girl you like. Marcus: You bet! Tracey: And one more thing! (Leans in closer) Once you’re all healed up, you and I have a score to settle! Don’t think I’m letting you off the hook for slapping my girlfriend. Marcus: Ooh boy. I guess if I told you I was sorry, I learned my lesson, and I apologized to Marisa, you’ll go a little easier on me. (Tracey glares at him) Marisa: Relax Tracey, he truly is sorry. Aren’t you Marcus? Marcus: Sure thing little buddy! Thanks for always being there for me. Marisa: Hmm…You’ve got it! ~*Preview*~ Harley: Cousins! I’ll tell you, they can either be helpful or a royal pain. In the next chapter, I must deal with one of my visiting cousins. And Tracey has a bit of a handful when his cousin just won’t go away. And with these relatives, comes unbelievable surprises! Next time on Romance 102, Chapter 43…See you next time!
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Checked out chapter 41 and 40 here… and boy, were there some shocking moments. Misty’s miscarriage was supposed to be saddening but I didn’t feel anything, let alone have any tears but it was a shock nevertheless. As shocking as that was… it doesn’t compare to finding out that Prof. Elm was Dawn’s father… ding dong. 0-0; No spelling mistakes spotted this time so that’s great and I’m still enjoying it, along with the funny moments. Plus, it’s good to see Dawn and Zoey together again. Somehow, I knew that would happen. Keep up the good work.
Happy *coughbelatedcough* B day, BTW. *winks*
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Damnit all, I guessed wrong again! >_<
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Based on Harley's little preview, next chapter sounds interesting. I look forward to it ^^
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Great chapter. liked all the scenes in the theatre and glad to see Marcus getting some screentime again. And also thanks for the birthday message as well and glad that yours was a good one as well. Looking forward to the next one as well Harley chapters are always good ^_^
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Well, what can I say? While reading chapter 42, there were a variety of feelings I had, one by one. If you want, how about guessing, in order of moments, how I felt for each part of that chapter? There was: Shocked, shocked, shocked, slightly baffled, saddened (yet no tears), and warmed up.
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*Brian Powell - Yeah, I wasn't gonna expect any tears for Misty's miscarriage. Shock is a definite yes. And as for RapeTasticshipping (Prof Elm x Dawn) <--the unofficial name came up by me and Avegaille. Yeah, I knew there was gonna be a few people wondering about that chapter overall. I loved scaring the crap out of people with that disturbing chapter. And yes I think the vast majority of people were really happy to see Dawn and Zoey back together. Hmm...somehow my prediction was false on that. Oh well, I'm pleased. Thank you for catching the error. Trust me, I stopped trusting on MS Word a LOOOOOOOOOOOONG time ago. Not a good thing when the person who is editing is a dyslexic nut case! Yeah, I know the whole Duplica/Marcus moment was rather fast. No doubt about that. I guess I just wanted to shove Marcus off with a girl as fast as I could. That or I forgot my true intention. I did write this one over a year ago. And I'll try not to go overboard. Try to anyways. Thanks for the belated b-day
*Tadashi - Aw, you'll get it one day. And yeah Drew is a jew. I've made a few little hints in this story and in 101 about his little heritage. I told you that slap scene was gonna remind you of Haruhi Suzumiya. If only TMOHS had what happened in last weeks chapter...*sighs* oh well. Yeah, I couldn't resist taking a little bit of Family Guy humor. I swear it's addicting. And of course Harley hasn't really been around since season 2ish. So he needs some screen time. Highly needed. *Rebeccag - Every now and then Marcus needs some serious time and screen time as well. So he got his moment. Glad you enjoyed yourself. Harley needed extra screen time too so it's his turn in 102. Enjoy his moment. *CherishMelvil - I don't think anyone could have predicted Marcus doing that to Marisa. But you know after all the abuse he's put up with her over the years...we could have seen something like this coming. Hmm...I think it was only that one other Christmas chapter with Marcus's car getting completely screwed. But all in all a happy ending for all...seeing as Marcus survived and he's with Duplica. Happy happy.  *today's characters thank you pokesho* *Mandi - The FABULOUS (not gay) Mandi! He is in this story, Harley's cousin! *Cissy - This would be Mondo's (Tracey's cousin) on again off again girlfriend. ...Somebody remind me how I was even able to post last week? Ooh boy what a horrible week. Sorry, a broken foot and food poisoning can do one to a person. I'm in such a happy mood today. I saw a great movie the other day, InuYasha is finally back, and I'm posting a chapter having ArtStudentshipping in it. Praise-be! So yeah, Marcus x Duplica. Random eh? Gotta love it. I should run this by the real Marcus when I get a chance. He might get a kick out of it. This week's chapter has it's ups and downs and a few tear-jerking moments with the return of a certain character. And...someone is gonna get a proposal. And as for the result of last week's poll on LJ...congrats to Orion-sama and Kit Kat for getting it right. Don't worry, got another one in a while. Enjoy today's chapter. Chapter Forty-Three Narrator: In life, most of the problems in the world can be caused by a single sibling. Maybe not even a brother or sister; it could even be a cousin. Better yet, anyone who has enough dirt on you to bury you into the ground with Walt Disney. Marisa: Thank you, come again. (Sighs) Just a couple of more hours and I’m home free. Harley: Well hi there hon. Marisa: Harley! What are you doing here? Harley: Oh just shopping for some supplies. Marisa: Looks like you’re shopping for more than just yourself. Harley: Guilty as charged. I’m actually having company over. My cousin is coming in from out of town and is staying for a couple of days. So I get to do the honors of cooking for him and Nando. Marisa: Sounds fun beyond all belief! Harley: What have you been up to girly? Marisa: Same old. After work, I’m going to Tracey’s. He’s finally got his own apartment and I have to check it out. Harley: Oh yes. A new place for your bastard child to be conceived! How delightful! Marisa: You sound like Marcus! No, it’s nothing like that. Our relationship isn’t built on sex. It’s a lot more than that. Harley: No sex? You mean to say you’re still a…? Marisa: Yes Harley. No need to shout to the world! It’s just that I’m being very cautious with this situation. You know, it wouldn’t kill you to be more careful when messing around. I do know that you’ve slept with more than two men in life. Harley: Hon, it’s nice of you to be so concerned about me, but I’m fine. Marisa: Just be careful Harley. You never know. That’ll be $72.54. Harley: Okay then. (Swipes card) Marisa: You know while we’re on the subject of this, has everything been going okay between you and Nando? Harley: Everything’s going great. We’re living together and the two of us are going to graduate with Dance majors in a couple of months. Hmm…How is it that Tracey has an apartment and you’re not living in there? Marisa: I don’t get paid enough to make rent. His roommate does though. But my plan is to move in with him at the end of the semester if I’m lucky. Harley: Hope it works out. I’ll check you later Marisa. (A little later at Tracey’s apartment) Tracey: And here we are! (Turns on the lights) Marisa: Nice place. Tracey: Two bedrooms, a kitchen, and I’m getting the cable put in tomorrow. Marisa: You bellhops get the good tips! We baggers get the shaft! Tracey: Oh come on. Don’t be like that. Marisa: Tracey, you never told me who your roommate was. Tracey: Hey, did you check out my room yet? Marisa: No, and I’m assuming you’re changing the subject on purpose. Tracey: I’m not. Marisa: Then why won’t you tell me who this roommate of yours is? Is it a female? Tracey: No. He’s just someone…who is kind of going through a rough time when it comes to matters of the opposite sex. Marisa: I think I can accept that lie. Tracey: Glad to hear it. Come on. Let me show you the bedroom. Marisa: Is that the place you want to strip me naked? Tracey: Have you been talking to Marcus again? (At Nando’s apartment) Harley: Okay, the broth is done! The chicken is fried! And now to put the icing on the cake and we are complete! Nando: Something smells good in here. Harley: Ooh, get out hon! I’m in the middle of making the dinner. Nando: You certainly bought a lot of items! Just how much did you buy? Harley: Oh that…well I can assure you that it was less than it was to pay to fill up the car. Nando: Okay. Harley: Now on another matter Nando, Mandi should be arriving here in a couple of hours so that should be enough time to… Nando: About that Harley, Mandi called a little bit ago and said that he was going to get here a couple of hours earlier than originally planned. Harley: Say what? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Nando: Well when he called, you were in the kitchen and you were not the most pleasant person either… Harley: Oh dear, that means he can be here any minute or… (Horn honking) He’s here! Yay! (Outside) Mandi: You ready to come out the car? (A door opens) Harley! Harley: Mandi! (They hug) Oh my goodness, you look great! Mandi: What do you expect? I am still the lady killer I’ve always been. And I see you’re looking more feminine than ever. Harley: Oh you know it. Oh Mandi, have you met my boyfriend Nando? Mandi: Oh, so you’re the Nando I’ve heard so much about. Harley tells me plenty of good things about you. Nando: It is an honor to meet you. Huh? It looks as though you brought a guest. Harley: Come again? Mandi: Yes, sort of a last minute thing which is why I drove down here. It’s okay. You can come out of the car. (The car door opens) Harley: Oh tell me. Do you finally have a steady girlfriend? (Gasp) Tucker! Tucker: Hi Harley. (Harley’s jaw drops) Nando: (Sighs) I’ll get the boxes of tissue ready. (Later at Tracey’s apartment) Marge: How did the pig tracks get on the ceiling? Homer: Spiderpig! Spiderpig! Does whatever a Spiderpig does! (Laughing) Marisa: Oh I’ve always loved this movie. Tracey: Hmm…Marisa… Marisa: Yeah, what’s up? Tracey: It’s just that… (The door opens) Ah! Mondo: I’m home! Tracey: What the hell are you doing here? I thought that you had to go to work! Mondo: Oh hey, were you guys in the middle of doing it? Marisa: Oh I see. Mondo is your roommate isn’t he? Tracey: No, of course not. Not in a million…Okay, you caught me. He’s my roommate for good reasons though. Don’t get me wrong! He has a job, he’s on time with his bills, and is very considerate. (She glares at him) Well two out of three isn’t bad! Mondo: Yes that’s right Marisa. I’m very considerate. Marisa: Pervert! Mondo: Hey, don’t call me that! Tracey: Mondo, why aren’t you at work? Mondo: I left early. Tracey: Then how are you going to get paid for the two hours you were supposed to work? Mondo: Oh stop being such a mother! Two hours won’t make too much of a difference. Tracey: Whatever! Look, could you just leave us alone at least? (Mondo leaves the room) See, he’ll respect our space. (Marisa sighs) You’re not mad are you? Marisa: I’m irritated. (Gets up) I’m going to walk home now. Tracey: Do you want me to give you a ride? Marisa: No thanks. I need to be alone. Plus the mood is ruined thanks to that lecher cousin of yours. Tracey: Okay then. (Back at Nando’s apartment) Harley: Do you enjoy making me feel like crap Mandi? Mandi: I had no intention of hurting you. You were completely silent during dinner. Why did you hold back then? Harley: Because I was afraid of saying something I’ll regret in front of Nando and Tucker. Mandi: Why do you think there’s something between me and Tucker! Harley: Isn’t that why you brought him here? Isn’t that why you’re here? Mandi: Nothing of the sort. Harley: Then tell me the truth! Do you get some sick kick out of making me feel like crap? Mandi: Trust me, there’s nothing between the two of us. Harley: Then why is he here? Why are you here? (The door opens) Tucker: Harley, I didn’t want to hurt you. Harley: Oh I don’t even want to talk to you. Mandi: Harley! If you listen to Tucker, then maybe things will be perfectly clear. Harley: The only thing I’m clear on is that my own cousin is a backstabber. And as for you! You’re dead to me! (Tucker gasps) Mandi: Even if we were involved, why the hell would you even care? You two broke up years ago as I recall! Harley: It’s the principle of the matter! You just don’t go out with the ex-boyfriend of your one and only cousin. Tucker: So what the hell are you trying to say Harley? I’m not allowed to date other people? Mandi: And what about Nando? Harley: Both of you just, just…UGH! That’s it! I’m leaving! (He walks out) Mandi: I should have told him. Tucker: No Mandi. It’s best that he hears it from me. (The next morning) Mandi: (Yawns) Well that was a long night. Nando: Good morning. I made breakfast if you two don’t mind. Mandi: I have no objections. Tucker: I’m not that hungry. Nando: Not surprising. That must have been one hell of a fight last night. Mandi: You have to eat Tucker. Tucker: I’m too frustrated to eat. (Sighs) I just wish he knew the truth. Nando: The truth? Tucker: It’s a long story. Do you have any idea where he could have gone? Nando: No clue. I just saw Harley get in his car and drive off. His car isn’t in the driveway, so I assume he’s still gone. Tucker: I need to take a walk. Please excuse me! Mandi: Do you need me to come with you…or would you rather be by yourself? Tucker: By myself. I’ll be okay Mandi. (He walks out the door) Nando: Forgive me for prying, but what is going on? Why did you bring Harley’s ex here and how do you two know each other? (At Marcus’s house) Marisa: And he had nerve not to tell me about Mondo being his roommate! Marcus: And? Marisa: Where have you been? Mondo is a pervert! Marcus: You think every boy you meet is a pervert. But then again, I’ve never met him before, so I don’t know what he’s like. Marisa: He tried to stick his tongue down my throat. Marcus: Um, oh…the monster! Marisa: (Sarcastic) Oh Marcus, I can see you really care about my situation. This was supposed to be a golden opportunity for me and Tracey to get some alone time. I mean Tracey moves into his place with a roommate, I wait a semester or two before I move in with him and… Marcus: And? Marisa: Well my idea ends there. Marcus: Any marriage? Marisa: Hmm…One day. But I doubt it’s even on his mind right now. (Doorbell rings) Who could that be? Marcus: Why that would be the girl that makes me smile every time I see her. Marisa: Duplica? Well Marcus, looks like somebody is getting some action finally. Marcus: Again, I’m not the kind of person who kisses and tells. Marisa: I’m sure you’re not dating her just because she has a father who is a big time Broadway actor in New York City. I’m sure you love her despite that fact! Marcus: How did you…? Marisa: Oh Marcus, you doubt me so much. Marcus: Well yes, that’s a big plus in dating Duplica. But for the most part, she makes me feel things I haven’t felt since Kelly. Now if you don’t mind, we’re going to be rehearsing for the next couple of hours so…well you know the exit. Marisa: Fine. I know when I’m not needed. (He opens the door) Duplica: Hi Marcus. Marcus: You ready to help me out. Marisa: Well I see you guys are busy. I’m going off to work now so I’ll see you guys later. Marcus: Yeah, yeah. Thanks Mom. Marisa: And Marcus’s brain has left the building! (A little later at the Grocery store) Harley: Another coffee please. (Marisa walks up) Marisa: Harley? What’s up? Harley: (Groans) Not so loud. I’m sitting right here. Let’s just say yesterday was pretty sucky. Marisa: Well I’ve got a few minutes before my shift. What’s up? Harley: My cousin came by for a visit and then he goes and brings a guest out of the blue. I wouldn’t mind the guest so much if it wasn’t my ex-boyfriend Tucker. Marisa: Tucker’s at your place now? Well, this is some messed up… Harley: Tell me about it! Mandi is like a brother to me and we tell each other everything. And for him to date Tucker like this, it’s just a slap in the face. Marisa: Yeah but didn’t you guys break up years ago? Harley: Hey, weren’t you the same way when you and Tracey broke up? Marisa: Let’s stick to you for now. Harley: There’s not much to say. I drove to a hotel for the night, got stupid sailor drunk, and here I am now. Maybe I should have given Mandi the benefit of the doubt and listened to his stupid reason for him and Tucker coming here. Marisa: Well then you should. Sometimes giving people the benefit of the doubt can go a long way and maybe there will be some other weird, but possible scenario behind Tucker being here. Well I have to clock in. I’ll talk to you later. Harley: Right, later. (A little later at Nando’s apartment) Nando: Harley, you’re back! (Kisses him) Ooh, baby you stink! Where did you go? Harley: I just needed some place to let out some steam. I’m sorry if I scared you Nando. Nando: Well I wasn’t so much scared or surprised for that matter. Harley: Where’s Mandi? Nando: He took a drive. Listen, Harley… Harley: And what about Tucker? Nando: He’s at his parent’s house. Harley, I think you should know… Harley: I need to talk to one of them now. I need to get to the bottom of this problem. Nando: Harley, just listen to me! Harley: No time. I’ll be back later. (He runs out of the door) Nando: Oh, that man! (At Tucker’s house) Harley: Hello. (Rings doorbell) Tuck, are you in there? (Door opens) Hi Fantina, is your brother still here? Fantina: (Sadly) Oh…it’s only you Harley. (Sobbing) He’s in here. Harley: Are you going to be okay? (Continues sobbing) Tucker: Harley, what are you doing here? Harley: I need to talk to you. First, I would like to apologize for yelling at you and Mandi last night. I was out of line and I know that you and he don’t have any kind of connection going on. But I want to know why you are here in the first place? Why did you come back here? Tucker: Well as you said, there’s nothing between me and Mandi. Mandi is really more of someone I can depend on with this situation. Harley, sit down. You see, I came back to make amends with you…Before I go. Harley: Before you go? (Looks at Fantina crying) What’s going on? Tucker: I’m dying. (Harley gasps) I was diagnosed with AIDS. Now I know it’s a bit of a shock, but… (Harley gets up and runs out of the door) Harley: No, it can’t be! (Drives away) I can’t believe it. It’s my fault that he’s dying! It’s my fault! (Sobbing) I know it’s my fault. Oh my God! (Back at the apartment) Mandi: I’m back. I couldn’t find Harley anywhere, but I’m sure he’ll come back. He eventually does after throwing a tantrum. It’s been that way since we were kids. Nando: Actually, Harley did come back a while ago. Mandi: For real? Did you tell him anything? Where is he now? Nando: You missed him. He left to go to Tucker’s place. Mandi: Oh God. I’m guessing he probably knows by now. (The door opens) Harley, is that you? (He sobs all the way to his room) Nando: I would say it’s a safe bet that he knows. Mandi: I better let it sink in for him. (Later at Tracey’s apartment) Tracey: Glad you came back. Marisa: Well as long as Mondo isn’t here to ruin everything, I guess it won’t kill me to come and hang around here for a while. Tracey: Well, it’s just you and me. Marisa: You’re right. It feels weird. Tracey: Listen Marisa… (Knock on the door) Who can that be? (Opens the door) Cissy? Marisa: Who? Cissy: Where is he? Tracey, you’re hiding something from me! Tracey: What is there for me to hide? Cissy: Where is that scum sucking loser? Where’s Mondo? He’s late on the child support payments and I want my money now! Tracey: Look, just calm down. He’s at work, but he’ll be home soon. Cissy: You’re lying. I know that jerk is around here somewhere. (Phone rings) Tracey: I’ll get that. (Picks up) Hello. Mondo: Dude, is that crazy bitch over there? Tracey: Yeah, she’s here. Mondo: Very good. Now I know I’m not coming home tonight. I’ll be back home tomorrow. Just do me a favor and send me a courtesy text to let me know that she’s gone. Tracey: Haven’t you been over this before? Mondo: Yeah. But she still thinks that I’m the father. You’ve seen that baby and he doesn’t look anything like me. Look, just get that bitch out of the apartment and call me back once she leaves. Tracey: You owe me! Marisa is here and our night is already ruined. Mondo: Don’t you worry Trace! Mondo has got you covered. (Hangs up) Tracey: I’m going to hurt him. Cissy: Was that Mondo? Tracey: Yes and he said he has to work late and might not be back until midnight. Cissy: Okay. I’m just going to sit here until he comes home. And if you’re lying to me, I will kill you and him. Tracey: No, no, no. You have to leave now! Cissy: Don’t you dare touch me! Marisa: Don’t jump bad with my boyfriend! Cissy: Who the **** are you? Marisa: The bitch who’s going to kick your ****ing ass if you lay a finger on Tracey again! Cissy: You claim you’re with Tracey, but how do I know you’re not knocking boots with Mondo? Marisa: I’m STD free! Tracey: Cissy, you cannot stay here! Cissy: You ever been beaten up by a woman before Tracey? Marisa: That’s it! I have no energy to deal with this bitch. Tracey, I’ll see you later. (Walks out of the door) Tracey: Great, two nights ruined! (Back at Nando’s apartment) Mandi: Okay Tucker. I’ll be by later to drop off your things. (Hangs up) Tucker’s going to spend the rest of the vacation with his family. Nando: Harley won’t come out of his room. It’s been hours now. Mandi: This might take Harley a long time to adjust to. All we can do is be there for him. Nando: I hate to see him like this. (In Harley’s room) Harley: (Crying) Oh man. (The door opens) Mandi: You okay? Harley: I feel so responsible. Mandi: Why do you feel so responsible? Harley: It’s my fault that Tucker is sick and on the brink of death. Mandi: Don’t put that on your shoulders! I’m sure Tucker never told you the full story. See in college, Tucker did sleep around quite a bit…and as a result, well you can see what happened from that. Why would you think that you gave it to him? You don’t have… Harley: No I don’t. At least I’m pretty sure I don’t! Mandi: Have you at least been tested? Harley: Not…recently. Mandi: I’m not going to be like your mother and force you do that, but I think you should get tested if you feel this much pressure. You’ll feel much better if you know. Harley: Tucker and I have had sex before. Many times in the past even! If I can pass the test… Mandi: You know I’ve been working at the hospice that Tucker’s been going to. Well, we would talk about his situation…and then he brought you into the conversation and that’s all he can talk about. Saying if you and he would be on good speaking terms before he died, he could be happy. Harley: I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you last night Mandi. Mandi: It’s okay man. I’ll let you rest. Harley: Is Tucker coming back? Mandi: No. He decided to stay with his parents and sister for the rest of the vacation. I’m actually going over to drop his bags off. Did you want to join me? Harley: No thanks. (At Tucker’s house) Fantina: He doesn’t want to come? What an insensitive… Tucker: Fantina! Just stop! …If that’s Harley’s decision…I’ll accept it. Mandi: I just talked with Harley. He feels responsible for all of this. Tucker: What? Mandi: He thinks it was his fault that you’re sick and that he’s to blame. Tucker: Harley’s not to blame. I’m the one. I was irresponsible and because of that, it has left me with this cursed disease. It’s my fault that I’ve been sick these last couple of years. Mandi: Do you want me to talk to him again? Tucker: No, let him be. I have a feeling he’ll come around. (The next morning at Tracey’s apartment) Tracey: (Yawns) What a night! Huh? Mondo: Thank you for holding down the fort last night. I owe you big time! Tracey: You owe me more than that! Because of you, that crazy bitch would not leave here until 11:00pm last night. But before she left, she ended up throwing a book at my head. Mondo: Oh so that’s what that bump on your forehead is from. I thought that you and your girlfriend got into some action. Tracey: No, our relationship is more than just being dirty rabbits. And that’s another thing I want to bring up Mondo. Marisa will only come over here if you don’t show up and now I have to add your crazy girlfriends to the list as well. I’m on thin ice with her and I don’t need you messing anything up for the two of us. She really wants to move in a couple of months and you’re gonna ruin that dream for her. Mondo: Don’t get your underwear in a bunch. I’ll leave you two alone. Geez, since when are you two into this privacy bit if you all aren’t going to even have sex? Tracey: That’s really none of your business. (Sighs) Excuse me for a second. (Dials the phone) Marisa: Hello. Tracey: Hey, it’s me. Marisa: So what do I have to look forward to tonight? Tracey: Just come over tonight. I promise you no more interruptions. Mondo won’t be here. Marisa: You promise? Tracey: You have my word. It’ll be just you and me…and a Michael Moore movie. Marisa: Oh you know me well. I’ll be over at 7pm. Tracey: Perfect. I’ll be home around that time so I’ll see you then. (Hangs up) And hopefully things will run smoothly. (Later at the doctor’s office) Harley: Thank you for seeing me on such short notice. Doctor: Not a problem Harley. Now all we’re going to do is take some blood and run a few tests, if anything abnormal shows up on the results, we’ll call you and let you know immediately. Harley: But what if there isn’t anything wrong? Doctor: If it’ll put your mind at ease, we shall call you in that case too. Harley: How long until the results come back? Doctor: About 48 hours I assume. Harley: 48 hours huh? Doctor: Okay, let’s begin. (A little later at the vet) Suzy: Brock, get me Squawker for me. Brock: The parrot? Okay. (Door opens) Welcome…Harley? Harley: Hey Brock, I was wondering if I could talk to you for a second. Brock: Um, sure thing. Suzy: Where do you think you’re going? Brock: I’ll be back in a second. I have to have a man to…um…whatever chat! (They go outside) What’s wrong Harley? Normally you don’t come to me unless something horrible has happened. Harley: Well that’s kind of the case today. I need a friend to talk to Brock. I don’t know what to do. Brock: What’s going on? Harley: Well my cousin came over for a visit. But what he didn’t tell me is that he was bringing a friend and that friend happened to be Tucker. Brock: Oh geez. Harley: But here’s the thing. You see Mandi works in a hospice and he met Tucker there. Brock: A hospice? Harley: I thought that there was something between the two of them. But I’ve come terms to finding out that Tucker has AIDS. Brock: Oh my God. Harley: I just feel so responsible for this. Brock: Why? Harley: (Sighs) I never told anyone this, not even Tucker. I had sex with someone while I was dating Tucker. Not once, but several times. You knew how bad and drastic our breakups were! I’m just wrapped up with a thick layer of guilt. I know Mandi was set up to telling me that Tucker slept around during college, but I can’t help but feel responsible for this. Brock: And Tucker? Harley: He just has this enlighten look to himself. It’s scary and calming at the same time. I have a sad fear that he really is close to death. Brock: Well usually if you have something serious like AIDS I would say that he’s lost a bunch of weight and is very weak and pale looking. (Harley nods) Oh man. (Puts his arm around him) Have you at least made amends with Tucker? I’m guessing that’s why he came back to town. He wants to spend some time with his family and quite possibly make peace with you. Harley: (Sighs) I thought I was passed this! I really thought so! When Tucker and I broke up for good, it left back some unsure feelings. But when I met Nando, I just knew this was my fresh start. But once Tucker returned…Everything just came rushing back to me, like if we never broke up at all. And now that he’s dying…I just don’t know what to think anymore. Brock: You have some unresolved issues and that’ll probably stick with you for life. But one thing you can do is try to get everything out there in the open. Let Tucker know whatever is on your mind while you can. Before it’s too late! (At Tracey’s apartment) Mondo: Time for some munchies. (Opens the door) Ah! Cissy: You piece of crap! (Slaps him in the face) Mondo: Damn it woman! I’m going to get a restraining order if you don’t stop stalking me! Cissy: Don’t give me that! Why the hell have you been avoiding me? You weren’t like this before! What the **** happened to, “Oh I love you baby. I’ll take care of you and the baby.” I want to know what the **** happened to that. Tell me Mondo! (Punches the wall) Mondo: Whoa Cissy! Cissy: Whoa what?! Mondo: You look pretty when you’re angry! Narrator: The following scene has been cut because no one needs to see that horn-ball have sex with that ghetto bitch…And in Tracey’s room no less…Don’t ask how they ended up in there! So we shall skip ahead to when Tracey and Marisa came back. Marisa: There better be no more surprises! Tracey: Well that’s a given. Marisa: You promise your cousin is at work? Tracey: Promise. He’ll be there until midnight and if we’re lucky Cissy won’t show up again. Marisa: She was more ghetto than all of the gold digger girls on VH1. Tracey: I can’t stand her either. I think she’s been sleeping with some other guys because I’ve seen that baby she just had and he looks nothing like Mondo. But enough about this bad trivial crap! How about I make us some dinner? Marisa: You don’t have to do that! Tracey: I know. I just want to. Marisa: Tracey…Is there something you want from me? This sudden mood of yours is sweet and a little scary at the same time. Tracey: It’s nothing really. (Smiles) I just wanted to do something nice for you. I think you deserve it. (A little later in Tracey’s room) Mondo: (Sighs) Oh man. I haven’t had great sex like that in such a long time. How about you baby? Cissy: Baby? Where’s my baby? Mondo: Right here! Cissy: No not you…I meant my baby! Mondo: You didn’t come with the baby. Cissy: Oh that’s right. My mom is watching after him. Mondo: I need a smoke. Now where did I put them? Oh yeah. (Pulls a packet out of his pants pocket) Oh yeah. Cigarettes taste so much better after sex! (Back in the other room) Tracey: How’s the pasta? Marisa: Delicious. Are you sure you’re not part Italian? Tracey: I’m part everything. I guess I’m a mutt! Marisa: Nothing wrong with that. (Both laughing) Tracey: Marisa…There’s been something I’ve been wanting to… Mondo: (Shouting) FIRE!!! Tracey: What the… (Fire alarm goes off) Marisa: It sounds like it’s coming from your room! (They open the door) Oh my God! Mondo: Cissy, get some water! Cissy: Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! (Runs to the bathroom) Oh that’s convenient! (Fills a bucket full of water) I’m coming boys! (Throws the water everywhere) I think I got it. It was just a small fire on the pillow. Mondo: Man those fire alarms go off with the littlest thing. (Tracey growls) Tracey: (Screaming) THAT…IS…IT!!! I HAVE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU! Mondo, I’ve been patient with you and I even agreed to share this apartment with you, but enough is enough. All I asked was for a little time with my girlfriend. And yet, you intend to break our peace by bringing your girlfriend over here and you do God only knows what in my bed! Meanwhile I’m trying to have a nice meal with Marisa here! Mondo: Hey don’t get your underwear in a bunch Trace! Tracey: I CAN’T HELP IT! I was going to ask Marisa to marry me and yet you found a way to **** it up for me! (Marisa gasps and runs out the door) Marisa, wait! Great! This night just keeps getting better! (Outside the apartment) Marisa: Oh my God. (Dials her phone) Marcus: Yo! Marisa: Marcus…something happened. Something BIG! Marcus: I’m kind of in the middle of something Marisa. You know, rehearsing my lines and whatnot. Marisa: Tracey just proposed to me. Marcus: He what? Marisa: Well, he didn’t get a chance to really. His stupid cousin ruined our evening and then Tracey accidentally blurted out that he was going to ask me to marry him. Marcus: Well…now that the cat is out of the bag what are you going to do? Marisa: I…don’t know. I know Misty told me she went through the same dilemma a couple of months ago, but I don’t know if I’m even ready for marriage. If we’re even ready! (The next morning at Nando’s apartment) Harley: Tucker… (Dials phone) Tucker: Hello. (Harley sighs and hangs up) Mandi: Oh for the love of Christ, go talk to him. Stop being so difficult! Harley: You don’t understand Mandi. Mandi: I think I understand a bit. Nando: Please Harley. You need to see Tucker. Trust me, you’ll feel a lot better and so will I. Harley: (Sighs) Just leave me alone. (At the Grocery store) Marisa: Thank you, come again. (Thinking) What do I do? I love Tracey and he loves me! He wants to marry me, he was going to propose to me, and I run away like a little punk! I just don’t know what to say. Tracey: Marisa. (She jumps) Marisa: What are you doing here? Tracey: I thought you would be off for lunch by now. Marisa: You’re mistaking. I have a while before my lunch. You better go home. Yep. Boss: Marisa, time for your lunch! Marisa: Crap! (Walks away) Tracey: Are you angry with me? Marisa: Not angry Tracey! I’m indecisive right now and I don’t know what to think about all of this. Tracey: Just take all of the time you need. Marisa: (Sighs) Tracey, I don’t feel comfortable talking about it here. Look, I’ll talk to you after work about all of this. Tracey: Mind if we do it in my car? I don’t want to chance it in the apartment again. Marisa: Fine by me. Tracey: I’ll see you later. (A little later outside Tucker’s house) Harley: I can’t believe you talked me into this. Mandi: We’re not going to force you to say a bunch to him; we just want you two to talk face-to-face. Nando: He’s not going to be in town for that much longer. You want to say all that you can while you can. Harley: I’ll be inside in a few minutes. Just give me a few minutes to gather myself. Mandi: I’ll hold you to it. (They get out of the car) Stubborn old goat! (Knock on the door) Fantina: Hello Mandi and Nando. Come on in. Harley: (Sighs) It’s now or never. (He gets out of the car and walks to the car) I might as well. I can do this! (Knocks on the door) Fantina: Harley? Harley: Where’s Tucker? I would like to speak to him. Tucker: Harley, you came. Harley: Do you guys mind? Mandi: Oh right. Come on everyone. Let’s give these two some privacy. Tucker: I’m glad you came back Harley. I was afraid I wasn’t going to see you after you heard the news. Harley: My conscience…and my stupid cousin caught up to me. Tucker: Glad it happened. Harley: How are you feeling? Tucker: A little better now that you’re here. Harley, sit down. Harley: I’m sorry. Tucker: What was that? Harley: I said I’m sorry. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault. I was young and immature and I was just getting back at you. I’m sorry for sleeping with another guy during our breakups. I’m sorry for… (Starts crying) I’m sorry Tucker… Tucker: Is that why you’ve been so distant and gloomy. Harley, don’t beat yourself up over this. This is my burden and not yours. It was my fault and mine alone. I slept around A LOT during college and I was very careless. It was my fault. Although, if I were still with you, I think I’d be more together. I would have been able to finish college and maybe I wouldn’t be cursed with this horrible disease. The one thing I regret in life was letting you out of my life. Harley: Tucker, I’d be lying if I said I don’t ever think about you. But I do think of you all the time…But I have to keep telling myself that it was all in the past. But the fact that I slept with someone while we were dating and sexually active, that part ate me up. Tucker: The reason I returned home was to of course tell my parents the bad news and to apologize to you. I know I’ve hurt you in the past and…I want you to forgive me and with the time I have left on this earth, we can be friends again. Harley: I would like that. (A little later in front of the Grocery store) Marisa: I’ll see you tomorrow. (Sighs) Great, those four hours just pissed right on by. Tracey: Marisa. Marisa: Tracey, let’s get in. (They get in the car) Okay, we’re here. Tracey: Well first, I want to apologize to you for last night. I’m sorry if my cousin and his idiot girlfriend interrupted our evening again. Marisa: I don’t want to marry you. Tracey: Whoa! You came out like that! Marisa: Tracey, don’t get the wrong idea. Just listen! It has nothing to do with your cousin or the fact that you lied about Mondo living with you. Nothing to do with any of that! It’s just that I’m not ready for marriage yet. I don’t know why, but I’m just not! But I still want to be your girlfriend. Tracey: But some day…would you…? Marisa: Yes! Definitely some day! Just not yet! Tracey: So we can’t have sex until marriage and you don’t want to get married yet… Marisa: I know it doesn’t sound too good once you say that. Tracey: No, it’s okay Marisa. (He puts his arm around her) I would like that. I’m sorry I tried to rush you into this. (They kiss) You and I will be married one day. Don’t worry, I’ll keep on loving you no matter what. Marisa: I’m glad you still love me. I’m sorry I ran off last night. Tracey: Hey you did the same thing after our first kiss. Marisa: Oh yeah, I did do that. I guess there are some things that’ll never change. (The next day at Nando’s apartment) Nando: You feel better Harley? Harley: A little. That is a big guilt trip off of my shoulders. Nando, I’m sorry if it felt like I was giving you the shaft the past few days. Nando: Harley, don’t worry about it. I’m not that kind of person. I’m just happy that you and Tucker were able to resolve all of your issues. Harley: So I learned he’ll be in the next town over receiving treatment there. Nando: That’s good to hear. (Phone rings) Hello. Yes, he’s here. I’ll get him for you. It’s for you Harley. Harley: Hello. (Gasp) Oh yes. Please tell me…Uh-huh…I see…Thank you. (Hangs up) Nando: Harley, who was that on the phone? (Harley faints) Harley! Harley: I’m negative! I’m negative! Thank the great, good Lord, I’m negative! (A little later outside the apartment) Nando: Are you sure you can’t stay any longer? Mandi: Nah, I’ve got to drop Tucker off at the new hospice. It’s in the next town Harley, so I expect you to check in on him. Harley: Guarantee it. Tucker: Thanks for putting up with so much of this drama Nando. Nando: It’s okay, really. Tucker: I hope all goes well for you Harley. Harley: Right. Thank you Tucker! I’ll be over next weekend to check on you. Tucker: Thanks Harley. (Car starts up) Mandi: Take care you two! (They drive away) Harley: (Thinking) I’m glad I’ve made this grown-up decision. I think this is the most mature thing I’ve ever done in my life. Well from now on, no more stupid mistakes. I promised that when I started to date Nando…and I promised this to you Tuck. Peace be with you…Tucker. ~*Preview*~ Drew: Why is nobody faithful to their spouse anymore? I tell you, this whole world is going insane…or maybe it’s just my life. Brock and Suzy are on a split once more and I’m the one he turns to when he gets thrown out. Meanwhile, my father-in-law is in the doghouse as well. Now I must deal with two pitiful saps! Next time on Romance 102, Chapter 44…See you next time!
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OMG Medea never thought staying up this late would come in handy! Cissy was hilarious!
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I wont come back ever and I know about the rule change for the game section, and it saddens me; it used to be so much fun, Degrassi, Pokecity, Pokeplace, all of them that I've participated in.... GG has now graduated from Serebii, I love you all. Goodbye... (P.S :: I swear, leave Lilly alone, don't be mean to her or I'll eat you, she's my bestie after all~)
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Great chapter best one in a while I think ^_^. Loved the Tucker/Nando/Harley/Mandi scenes and also the Harley/Nando scene with the revelation. Also liked the Tracey/Marisa scenes as well
And oops looks like Norman is in trouble again I suspect a Nurse Joy is involved but you always surprise me And hope you get better soon as well
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*Tadashi - Nando is a smooth operator...he knows what his Harley-bear likes. Ooh, gotta love it! The Simpson's movie! One of the very films endorsed by ME. And welcome to another wonderful twist. Even though it's sad to hear that about poor Tucker ;_;. You've gotta love Mondo, even though he does the most God-awful things in this story. I can't help but think my twin here Dani is unamused that I've abused Mondo in this story. It's a wonderful rare treat to see Tracey mad.
*Rebeccag - Very nice of you to say that. The whole Tucker/Mandi/Harley/Nando moment...or as I call it "3 Gay men and a little Casanova" had to abuse this somehow. And as for Norman...I don't believe I've had him get into any kind of trouble in this story. But this chapter won't involve a Nurse Joy. Nothing like Love Petalburg Style...far from it. Well thanks again. I've been able to heal from all the b.s. around my life...mostly anyways.  *today's characters thank you pokesho* *Holly - Brock's...yeah take a wild guess. *Crasher Wake - You wouldn't believe me if I told you what he does. WTF?! It's Sunday already? Oh man, that week just went by. And speaking of "As The Stupidity Turns", guess what! After this chapter we have a total of... FIVE CHAPTERS LEFT!!! ...And then a done deal. Yep. I can go back to falling asleep on Sunday mornings. But it's been a fun 2 and a half years bringing you this joy. Glad you enjoyed the last chapter. This one isn't as...tense or bad kind of shocking as the last four chapters. I mean what with Misty's miscarriage and Dawn being raped by Professor Elm and Marcus almost dying and Tucker on the brink of death, this is pretty light. SOMEONE'S GETTING A DIVORCE! And Brock screws up royally! Well as always, enjoy the chapter. And congrats to those who got the weekly poll right. Congrats to Mel-Girl, Avegaille, and Sweet May for getting it right. For the rest, you'll just have to find out what Brock does in this chapter. Chapter Forty-Four Narrator: And now…a story about divorce…and not the couple you’re thinking of either…Although, very close. Reporter: And now in Entertainment News, it has just reached the newsroom that famous movie star Norman Sapphire will be getting a divorce from his wife of over 20 years Caroline. The couple had a little spat when camera crews showed up to the household filming for the new reality show, Normal Life with Norman. Let’s take a look at the clip! Caroline: You bring in this camera crew and you don’t consult me on this ****ing show and you want me to be okay with it? Norman: It’s just an adjustment! Caroline: Oh, well that’s your excuse for everything! That’s what you said when my mother died! That’s what you said when our daughter got pregnant! Hell, that’s what you said when you started to use hair plugs! Norman: You said you like the hair plugs. Caroline: Well, I lied! They suck! And another thing, you spend more time on your stupid projects then you do with the family! (Throws a vase against a wall) I haven’t had sex in over seven years! (Throws books against a wall) I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU! Norman: Now honey, calm down! Max: STOP THE FIGHTING! STOP THE FIGHTING! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! Reporter: Norman couldn’t be reached for comment. (In May’s apartment) May: (Sighs) I forgot how much I hate the paparazzi! Drew: Rough day? May: I did two press conferences and one appearance on the Today Show just to talk about my parent’s having a public meltdown! Brock: Hey, be grateful you’re around the spotlight. Maybe if you shine in front of a few more cameras, you can move out of this dump. May: Yeah… (Angrily) Alright, now what the hell are you doing here? Drew: (Whispering) Brock’s having women problems! May: He’s going to have a few more problems if he doesn’t get his hands off of my cake. Brock: Huh? Oh sorry, was this piece yours? Sorry about that May! May: You die…NOW! Brock: (Sighs) Wouldn’t be the first time I disappointed a girl. May: Say what? Brock: Well, there’s a new person who is training under Suzy’s supervision. May: I see…Another boy after her heart? Brock: If you let me tell the story, you’d know! (May glares at him) Well like I was saying… (Flashback) Suzy: Brock, did you finish feeding the kitties in room two? Brock: Just finished it. (The door opens) Suzy: Oh, that must be her. Brock: Her? Suzy: Yeah, I’m going to have another apprentice. Holly: I hope I’m not late Miss Suzy. Suzy: Nope, you’re right on time! And you can just call me Suzy. Holly: Right. Suzy: Brock, this is Holly. She’ll be studying alongside with you. Holly: It’s nice to meet you Brock. (End of flashback) Brock: Well before you knew it, the old Brock charm settled in and she was hooked! May: (Laughs) You have a charm? That’s a laugh! Brock: Shut up! Drew: She’s right Brock. Usually that charm of yours repels women! Now did you come onto her or was it the other way around? Brock: Does it really matter? Drew: Yes it does. It means that you were completely at fault or this girl was trying to get you in the bed. Brock: Well whatever the case is, Suzy and I got into a huge argument and now I’m left out on my ass. May: Well why can’t you stay somewhere else? Brock: I moved out of my parents house into Suzy’s place. I really can’t go back home because, they already renovated my room. And Ash is out of town! May: (Sighs) Fine Brock, you can stay. You can sleep on the couch. (Doorbell rings) Drew: Who can that be? (Opens the door) Norman? May: Dad? Norman: Hi guys! May: What are you doing here? Norman: Your mother and I need some time away from each other. May: You mean she threw you out? Norman: Yeah, something like that. She just needs some time to herself and then she’ll call the whole thing off. May: I don’t think that’s going to work. Norman: You’re right. The women of this family are emotional train wrecks. Drew, you know what I’m talking about. Drew: (Hesitantly) I have no idea what you mean. Norman: Well in any case, I’ll be crashing here for a few days. I can’t get a flight back to L.A. for another couple of days. I hope you don’t mind. May: No Dad, we’ve already got company and we’re already full to capacity. Norman: May, I promise I won’t be a burden. Please help me out. I’ll do all the housework, I’ll cook, I’ll clean, and I’ll even watch Sara. May: Well, I can’t turn down that offer. Okay, you can stay. What about you Brock? You need to pull your weight around here too! Brock: Hold on there Norman. If anyone is going to cook, it will be me. Drew: Don’t fight him on this one. Brock is an excellent cook. (That night) Norman: Dinner was delicious Brock. A boy like you should attract a lot of women with the way you cook. Drew: His cooking is what draws the women in. It’s his personality and a few unmentionable quirks that really set them away. Brock: Thanks for reminding me. May: Time for bed! Now when you two are tired, you can pull out the bed. Drew: Good night boys! Brock: Good night! (Sighs) This is going to be a long night. (Later) Reporter: Rumors are flying in the Norman Sapphire divorce! Is it true that his soon to be ex-wife Caroline is dating a World-Class Wrestler? TMZ has got the video footage right here. Crasher Wake: YEAH! WHO’S THE MAN?! Norman: (Scoffs) No way in hell Caroline would be caught with that maniac! Announcer: And another victory goes to Crasher Wake. Sir, you certainly had a bunch of energy tonight. Anything you’d like to say to the cameras! Crasher Wake: To tell you the truth bub, I owe it to my loving lady right here. Caroline! (She giggles) Come here babe! (They kiss) Norman: Huh? She hates wrestling! What the… (Throws the remote at the television) Brock: Uh-oh! May: (Screaming) What was that? Norman: A bat flew in the window! Go back to sleep! Remind me to replace that in the morning. (Knock on the door) Brock: I repeat, this is going to be a long night! Norman: I’ll get it. I don’t want May to be cussing someone out. (Opens the door) Whoa! Holly: Is Brock here? Brock: What are you doing here? Holly: I would like to talk to you. Huh? Is that… Norman: You know, how about I go sleep in another room! (He walks away) Holly: Was that…? Brock: Before you say anything else, yes that is the movie star Norman. He’s the father of one of my best friends. (In May’s bedroom) Norman: Hey sweetie! May: What are you doing in here Dad? Norman: Brock’s doing some business out there and I think its best not to disturb him. May: That explains why you’re in the room. But why are you crawling into bed with me? Norman: Is it my fault that I want to make sure that my daughter is safe? (May growls) I’m sure Drew won’t mind sleeping elsewhere! May: If Brock insists on having the living room, you can sleep on the rocking chair in Sara’s room. Narrator: One LONG night later! Drew: (Yawns) I better check on Norman. (Opens the door) Norman. (Screams) Norman: Huh? What happened? Drew: What did Sara do to you last night? Norman: Nothing. She was asleep when I got in and then I fell asleep. Why do you ask? Drew: Look in the mirror! Norman: Huh? (Screams) Well, at least I can say she’s a very creative artist. Drew: Good thing these are the washable markers. I better go check on Brock. Norman: You do that. Tell him that tonight he sleeps in here and I get the couch. Drew: Brock, are you up? Huh? No one’s on the couch. (Rumbling in the fridge) Oh May, it’s you. (Slaps her butt) Holly: What the? (Drew screams) Drew: Who the hell are you and why are you in…my wife’s robe? Holly: Um, Brock gave me this to wear. Brock: What’s with all the screaming? Drew: Brock, who is she? Brock: That’s Holly. May: (Shouting) Drew, what’s all the ruckus? Drew: (Screams) Holly, get out of May’s robe now! Holly: But I have…nothing underneath. Drew: Don’t you dare take that off! May: Drew, have you seen my…Huh? What the hell is going on here? (Norman runs up) Norman: May, is everything okay? (May screams) Drew: The gates of hell are open! (A few minutes later at the table) May: Okay, let me see if I got this straight. That girl over there is your mistress? Norman: Hey, I’ve never met her in my life. May: Not you! Brock: I wouldn’t call her my mistress. Drew: I would! May: Then tell me why she’s in MY bathrobe. Brock: Hey, it was lying near the sofa. She needed something to wear. Drew: You’re not winning your case right now. May: So, you brought an estranged woman over to my apartment in the middle of the night just so you two can have sex. You ought to be ashamed Brock! Brock: It’s not that bad. And besides, Norman broke the television set! Norman: You squealer! May: Alright, that’s it! Dad, you will replace the set you broke. And as for you Brock, you and your lady friend have to go now. Brock: But I have no where to go! I can’t go back to my parents now! I’ll have to stay in a room with my younger brother! Have you been in a room with a farting gas bag? Drew: Well yes, but you leave May’s flatulence out of this. (A little later at Suzy’s place) Suzy: I never want to see you again! Brock: But Suzy… Suzy: Here’s the name of another veterinarian who can take you as an apprentice. She’s only 62 so you shouldn’t screw her! Unless that’s the kind of thrill you like you shiftless bastard. Brock: But Suzy… Suzy: And here’s all your crap in this suitcase! And if the street-cleaner didn’t come by the rest of your crap is out in the street! Brock: But Suzy… Suzy: Now get out! I don’t want to see you around here! (He leaves the house) Drew: She threw you out? Brock: Yup! You know if you sweet talk to May… Drew: Forget it! I’m already sleeping on the couch for what I said. Me and my big mouth! Brock: You know you really should have fought back when she gave you that black eye. I mean, Title IX says we can hit them now! Drew: Shut up (A little later at Caroline’s house) May: This is crazy Mom! Caroline: Honey, you know that your father and I have had our fair share of disagreements throughout the years. You’ve just got to face facts that there are some things not worth saving. May: You mean to say that your twenty year marriage means nothing to you? Caroline: Look at it from my point of view May. Being married to an actor, I knew exactly what I would look forward to and what I would have to sacrifice. Norman has been in and out of our lives everyday since we’ve been married. And to be perfectly honest, the spark has been gone for a while now. May: But why are you dating professional wrestler? (Gasp) You didn’t…You didn’t cheat on Dad did you? Caroline: Can you blame me? If your husband hasn’t been home for so long, you go stir crazy! You experiment! You get curious! May: So you dumped Dad for muscle-head! Caroline: You haven’t even given Wake a chance! May: I don’t even know Wake! (The door opens) Crasher Wake: Hey hon, do you have any of those cheesy Doritos? Caroline: Honey, this is my daughter May. Crasher Wake: Oh it’s nice to finally meet you. May: Who are you and what are you doing to my mother? Caroline: May, be nice! Honey, get dressed. I want to take you guys out for some lunch. May, could you go check on Max? He’s been rather quiet and I get worried about him so easily. (She walks into the room) May: Max! Are you in here? Max? His window is open… (Sniffing) What the…? (Pops her head out) BUSTED! Max: Oh hi May! (Hacking) May: You’re smoking! (She jumps down from the window) Max: I’m troubled and this helps me gather my thoughts. (She grabs the cigarette) May: You are 15 years old, you shouldn’t be smoking this crap! Plus this stunts your growth! Do you want to stay short forever? Max: That fact has never been proven. Caroline: (Shouting) May, Max, where are you guys? Both: Oh crap! (They stomp on the cigarette) Caroline: What are you two doing out here? (Sniffing) Is someone smoking? I want to know who’s smoking right now! (They stammer) Crasher Wake: Carol, did you wash my jeans? They don’t seem to fit! (Button falls off) Caroline: Oh…that’s what the problem is. You’re wearing one of Norman’s old pants. I forgot to throw this pair out. (Back outside) May: (Groans) Its gonna be a big adjustment to deal with muscle-head. Max: Why do you think I started smoking? (That night at May’s apartment) Norman: I should have known. May: Apparently, the affair was over two months! Norman: Well I can’t blame her for doing it. I mean I’ve been away from home on and off again with different projects. (Sighs) I blew it! Mother always told me that my career would be the death of me. May: All of this is scaring me and stressing Max out. For Christ sake, he’s starting to smoke. I’m just afraid that if I go back tomorrow, he’ll have a bottle of whiskey in his hand. (The door opens) Drew: We’re back! May: What is he still doing here? Drew: Give him another chance May. He really has no where else to go! Brock: She threw out my fancy pants on the lawn and it landed in dog poo! My life sucks! May: You really want to stay? Brock: Please May… (Gets on his knees) I’m on my knees begging you! May: Hmm… (Later on the couch) Brock: I don’t know if I can do this. Drew: Do you think I enjoy this? I don’t! Norman: Just shut up and sleep. Drew: Brock, get your foot off my leg! Brock: That’s my hand and it was only for a second. Norman: You’re hogging all the covers Brock. Brock: No, you are! Drew: What’s that smell? Oh dude! Brock: Sorry, I had Thai food earlier. Drew: Almost makes me wish for inhaling May’s… (Drew is hit on the head with a toy) May: Goodnight boys! (She leaves) Brock: Good night for her! She gets to sleep in a regular bed instead of a couch-bed combo with two other guys! Norman: You better stop slipping up with May. You don’t want to stay in the doghouse forever. Drew: Stop worrying about my marriage and focus on your own failing marriage. Brock: Harsh! Drew: And you need to break things off with that Holly chick. You’re not going to stay in here forever. Norman: Here’s a thought Brock. If you and Suzy are a done deal, why don’t you go with Holly? I mean, you did have sex with her last night. Brock: No can do. She has a boyfriend. Drew: Say what? Brock: Well the only reason she kissed me and slept with me was because she was trying to get back at her boyfriend. Norman: There really is no hope for you! (Turns on the television) Announcer: And he has done it folks! The world champion again! Crasher Wake: WHO DA MAN! WHO DA MAN! (Norman growls) Drew: Uh-oh! Brock, grab him! (They hold onto him and change the channel) Announcer: Girls Gone Wild DVD on sale for $19.95! Brock: Woo! Hotties! (The next morning) Drew: Man, what a night! Huh? I wish I didn’t have to wake up to Brock’s face! Brock: (Dreamily) Oh Suzy! (Puckers up his lips) Drew: WAKE UP YOU IDIOT! I’M NOT SUZY! Norman: Shut up Drew! I’m trying to get my beauty rest! (He turns around and Drew screams) Brock: (Screams) I’M UP! Norman: What the hell is your problem? Drew: What the hell is all that goop doing on your face? Norman: It’s so my face can be silky smooth. Drew: That does it! (He gets off from the couch and into May’s bedroom) That’s it May! I have had all I can take! Brock and your father are driving me nuts! We need to get them the hell out of here. May: (Tired) Fine Drew! But it’s 5:30 in the morning. Let me get a few minutes in before I do damage control. Drew: But May… May: (Angrily) DREW! (He gulps) LEAVE NOW! (Throws a clock at the wall) NOW! (A little later) Drew: Okay, Ash returns from his vacation tomorrow, so we can shove Brock over there. What’s your plan for Norman? May: Well I just talked with him and he’s planning on moving in with his sister. But he doesn’t feel comfortable going over. (Drew sighs) He says he feels better being around family like me or Max. Drew: That’s the same crap he said when we got married! I’m sorry but he cannot continue to stay here. Do you want him walking in when we’re in the middle of having sex? May: That’s true! That’s another subject, you’re cut off from sex until Sara starts the first grade. (Drew sighs) Look, I’ll talk to my father and if he’s feeling up to it he’ll move in with his sister. Besides, he’s been taking the whole separation process better than I thought. (In Sara’s room) Norman: (High voice) I’m leaving you! (Regular voice) But honey… (High voice) I’m leaving you! You’re a sucky actor, you’re incompetent, impotent, and you’re never home when I need you! (Breaks down and cries) I’m leaving you for this buff-looking man over here because he gives me what I need. (Sobbing) Sara: I just wanted to play house. (A little later outside an apartment) Brock: Thanks for bringing me here. Drew: The sooner you can resolve this crap, the better I’ll feel and my bleeding ulcer can have a break. Brock: Well as far as Suzy knows, she only thinks I’ve been kissing on Holly. So she should have no knowledge of what happened between me and Holly the other night. Drew: Just tell Holly you want nothing to do with her! (Five minutes later) What happened to your nose?! Brock: Well after I dumped everything with Holly, her boyfriend wanted to give me something! Drew: Do you want me to take you to the emergency room? Brock: Yes please! That boyfriend of hers just rearranged more bones on my nose than any doctor has ever done on Michael Jackson. Now please take me to the hospital and then you can take me to Suzy’s. Drew: You sure Suzy wants you back? Brock: I will stay outside her door until she does…or until she has me arrested. (Later in Suzy’s house) Suzy: No Mom, he hasn’t! What? You can’t be serious! Brock: (Shouting) SUZY! Suzy: Mom, I’ll call you back. (Hangs up) I better see what that idiot wants. (Opens the door) What the hell happened to your face? Brock: Eh, I’ll get to that in a second, but first… Suzy: Brock, sit down. There’s something I have to show you. (He sits down and puts in a tape) Brock: What’s this? Suzy: I know what happened at the vet. Good thing I put in security tapes! Brock: Why would you put security tapes up? Who would rob a vet office? Suzy: There are a lot of sick twisted freaks in this world! In fact, I put it up the night after I first met you. Brock: I’m never gonna hear the end of that, am I? Narrator: Okay, here at the OJ trial…I mean the tape in question…Here we see Brock tending to some cats. And here we see Holly sneak up behind him. Now the question is, who made the first move? And…It’s Holly! Brock’s free from that charge! GOAL!!! Brock: I told you I didn’t put the moves on her. She came onto me first! Suzy: I guess I can let that go! Brock: See Suzy, I told you that I did not come on to her. She came on to me and you caught us in the act. Suzy: So I guess…I overreacted again. Brock: Oh don’t beat yourself up! I would have reacted the same way if it were the other way around. Suzy: Well…you’re still not in the clear. (He gulps) There’s one thing I have to do… Narrator: This scene has been edited out by Medea herself! (Boos) Hey this scene hasn’t been edited out! (Door opens) Drew: Brock, I wanted to check and see how you were doing and… (Screams) Oh dear Jesus! Brock: You could have knocked first! (A little later at the apartment) May: You should be grateful that he’s out of here. Drew: I am. And I’m grateful that Suzy took him back. I just wish I didn’t have to see them in the middle of sex. Next we deal with your father! May: We’re about to go to dinner. It’ll make him feel better. Drew: Better? He really hasn’t shown any kind of depression! May: Think again! I caught him playing house with Sara…it didn’t end well! Drew: What happened? May: Let’s just say I walked in on my father burning little doll clothes with a lighter! Drew: I’ll check on him. (He walks away) May: You feeling better Sara? Sara: Mommy, what does impotent mean? (In the bedroom) Drew: Norman, are you okay? (Norman sighs) Come on, we’re about to go to dinner. Norman: I’m not hungry. Drew: Come on, you’ll feel better. (A little later at the restaurant) May: Oh look Dad, they have your favorite. Norman: Fine, I’ll eat. Hope you don’t mind if I don’t talk. Drew: Listen Norman, your sister has offered to let you stay with her for as long as you need. Norman: I get it. You’re trying to kick me out. I don’t blame you Drew! No one wants their newly-divorced father-in-law sitting up in the house. May: Look Dad, it’s not that we don’t want you here…It’s just that some of the things you did in front of our daughter. And destroying some of the things in our house! Norman: I replaced the television set! And I’ll buy Sara some new doll clothes tomorrow! And I will have the toilet fixed tomorrow! Drew: What’d you do to the toilet? (Giggling nearby) Uh-oh! May: Mom? What are you guys doing here? Caroline: I thought I would treat my men to some dinner. Oh…Norman, it’s you! Drew: We’re going to leave now. Caroline, it was great seeing you again. Norman: We’re staying! Why don’t you all join us? May: Dad, please don’t be confrontational! Norman: I would just like to meet the man who has taken an interest in my soon to be ex-wife. (He glares at Crasher Wake) So you must be Wake? Crasher Wake: That’s right! And you must be Norma! Norman: Wrong! It’s Norman! Max: Daddy! (He hugs him) I missed you so much! Norman: Oh I missed you too Max! (A little later) Crasher Wake: So May, this must be your husband. May: Yes, this is Drew. Crasher Wake: Hmm…Nice to meet you boy! Where’s your little tyke? May: Sara is with a babysitter tonight. Crasher Wake: Looking at you two, I imagine she must be one cute baby. Norman: That’s right…She is cute! Takes after her grandfather’s good looks! Crasher Wake: Oh you mean she has a receding hairline as well! (Norman growls) Norman: At least she isn’t a steroid-taking junkie! Crasher Wake: You take that back! Those charges were dropped and nothing was found on me! I have a clean record! Caroline: Boys! Where’s Max? He said he went to the bathroom, but it’s been over five minutes since he left. I hope he isn’t sick! Norman: He’s probably out smoking to get away from you two! Caroline: What’d you say? Max: I’m back! Caroline: Open your mouth! Let me sniff! (Sniffing) I do smell a hint of tobacco! You have been smoking haven’t you! (Points to May and Norman) And you two knew! May: I can’t blame him for doing it! You two have been putting a lot of pressure on him lately. Dad for all his impulsive behavior and you dating Muscles-Magoo over there! Norman: If anyone drove him to smoke, it had to be you and your erratic behavior Caroline. If the boy were living with me, he’d be just fine! Caroline: I couldn’t trust you alone with the kids for five seconds without you doing something stupid. Like the time you dropped May on her head! Norman: SHE WAS ONLY ONE! AND IT WAS ONLY ONE TIME! Max: That explains a lot. (May growls) Norman: What are you trying to say Caroline? Crasher Wake: I’ll tell you what she’s saying! She thinks you’re not man enough! She wants a real man to be there for her kids. Norman: I wouldn’t talk if I were you! You’re a pro-wrestler and your schedule is just as hectic as any movie star! Crasher Wake: That’s where you’re wrong little man! I retire in a couple of months. And after that, I got all the time and money in the world to spend time with Caroline, May, and Max. I’ll give them the father figure that they never had. (Norman punches him) Caroline: NORMAN! (All gasp) Norman: Let me tell you something, pal! I was there for these kids! I tried to be there! I would always try to give Caroline what she wanted. I was always there whenever Max had an issue. I was there when May gave birth. Drew: No he…Never mind! Norman: You question my loyalty to my kids again, I swear to God I’ll… (Crasher Wake punches him and he falls to the ground) Crasher Wake: This dinner is over! (He walks away) Caroline: Norman! Are you okay? (He lifts his head up) Norman: Caro…line! (Sighs) Is this a sign that you’re leaving him to come back to me? Caroline: What? No! I just came to make sure you were still conscious! Now that you have the ability to form questions, I’m leaving. Come along Max! I have a punishment I need to discuss with you. (They walk away) Norman: Don’t look at me! May: It’s okay Dad! I don’t think any less of you from what happened tonight. Norman: Always good to hear that from you. Drew: If it makes you feel any better Norman, you did punch out one of Wake’s teeth! Norman: Thanks…Oh…Never mind, that’s one of mine. May: Look Dad, what you said back there…About how you would always try to be there for me and Max, it got to me! I know you’ve always tried to be there for me, no matter how hectic your schedule got. You were there for me during my first day at school, all of my plays, and even after I gave birth. You and I have a bond that no one could take away. I shouldn’t have tried to get rid of you like that. You can stay at our place for as long as you want to. Norman: Oh May… (He hugs her) Drew: Norman, I’m sorry for all the crap I’ve been giving you for the past couple of days. Norman: Eh, I would have done the same thing if I were in your position. (The next morning in front of the apartment) May: Are you sure you don’t want to stay a couple of more days? Norman: Nah, I just need some time to get away. I’m going to stay up with my sister for a little while. Drew: So you’re gonna take a little hiatus away from work? Norman: I guess I have no choice. It’s because of the divorce and the fact that my reality show has been canceled. So I guess the break will do me some good. May: Well give us a call if you need anything. Norman: Now don’t think I’m going to end up all clingy! May, if you need anything at all, you be sure to give me a call. And if that pain-in-the-ass mother of yours is giving you a hard time, talk to me about it. (They hug) May: Goodbye Dad! (He gets in the car and drives away) Drew: It’s weird not having all this commotion in the house. May: Yeah. What do you want to do? Drew: Well…Sara’s asleep in her room. Wanna screw around? May: You’re sweet! Not a chance! You’re still on your punishment! (She goes into the bedroom) Drew: (Scoffs) Women! ~*Preview*~ Marisa: The next chapter is all about naked women! Ha, got you there! Actually, there will be several nude moments. I’m not saying who it is, my lips are sealed! Although it’s enough to make Tracey blush! (Giggles) Meanwhile, Brock is finding another way to screw up his relationship with Suzy! Next time on Romance 102, Chapter 45…See you next time!
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Looks like Im first to review. Well it didnt involve a Nurse joy which i was surprised at but I have always known not to be surprised by you. Nice throwback as well to Drews own attempt to patch up his marriage. Poor Brock but he did bring it on himself though. And no problem about the chapter. Also the Brock/Drew moments are good because we never really got to see them interact much in the anime
Sad to see this is coming to an end though but its been a good read. Looking forward to the final few chapters though
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Woah woah woah, wait, what? 5 chapters more? And that's it? Forever? But but but... I've come to get used to my weekly R102 fix ._. *weeps*
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*Rebeccag - I've been known to surprise you for a good chunk of this fic so you should be used to never expecting the norm. Drew needs to slip up every now and then. Gotta have every character have a stupid moment every now and then and Drew is no exception. He's a male. Males say the wrong thing sometimes. Hmm...the only time we've ever seen Brock and Drew interact during the anime was during the KGF after Drew's "mood swing" but in 101/102, I leaned towards those cute moments between the two. After all, Brock was Drew's best man in the wedding.
*Tadashi - That's right...5. Count em' down! It'll be hard for me to adjust since I've been bringing the funny for 2 1/2 years. But that's life. Caroline hasn't had sex in over 7 years, yeah that would make any woman go mad. I'm surprised she didn't cheat on him before this meltdown. I don't think anyone needs to know what Crasher Wake is doing to May's mother. And there we see the breakdown of Norman. Yeah, he's not taking that divorce very well. Reminded me of this one Bernie Mac episode...one of the earlier ones.  *today's character thank you pokesho* *Professor Ivy - This is exactly what we all have been waiting for! Wow. Two whole people. Overall even. Wow. That's just...oh what does Paul say PATHETIC! Kidding! No not mad. Actually it's been a very hard week. Mid-terms you know. Not to mention sppf has been giving members digital diseases to the computers. *sighs* Good grief. It had to happen one of these days. Well I'm glad that two of you liked last week's chapter. Yep, divorce. Never pretty. Always hardest on the children. Damn shame! Alright. Finale will be on November 15th (provided I don't skip weeks due to school getting in the way). At the end of that, do look out for a surprise. Well today...yeah more Brock being a disturbing little womanizer. Which is what we love about him. Oh and nakedness. One of the many reasons why this story is Rated R. Not intended for little children duh! Enjoy! And congrats to Avegaille and Tadashi for getting the poll right! Chapter Forty-Five Narrator: Nowadays with hot teachers, there’s an alarming percentage of them that sleep with a student. Sometimes for the thrill, sometimes for some sort of sex appeal, or maybe they’re just crazy. Professor Ivy: So class! If you look at some of the earlier work of O’Keefe, what do you think she was trying to say like in this one? Brock: Hmm…Oh! Marisa: (Thinking) Of course he’d know. Professor Ivy: Anyone? (Brock raises his hand) Yes Brock. Brock: Well in one sense, it is in the shape of a woman’s private area. I mean it’s pretty clear to see it in her painting “Black Iris” and her other flower paintings. Professor Ivy: Well I would use a different wording but you’re right in a sense. Now class, is there anything else you would like to add to what Brock already said? (After class outside the room) Marisa: I knew you’d find Georgia O’Keefe interesting, you pervert! Brock: Hey we all knew what she was painting and I learned that back in middle school. It doesn’t make me a pervert! Marisa: Whatever you say! (Sighs) To think you’ve been able to keep Suzy for so long is just very puzzling. Brock: She loves me. Marisa: That’s not what I heard from May and Drew. A couple of weeks ago, I got word that Suzy caught you cheating around with some little cheap trick! Is it true? Brock: Why should I tell you? You’ll probably blog it online to all of your creepy internet friends. Marisa: Far from it! Maybe I should talk to Suzy myself. I would like to talk to another person who had her heart broken because the boyfriend wanted to play around. Brock: Hey, Holly was a pretty girl. She doesn’t hold a candle to Suzy, but she’s pretty. But since you brought up the subject of Tracey and Daisy, it makes perfect sense to me. If given the chance, I would throw Suzy under the bus for Daisy. Marisa: All I needed to hear! (Pulls out a tape recorder) Would you like for me to hand deliver your confession to Suzy or should I just tell her face to face. Brock: Evil bitch! Marisa: Yeah, I know I am. (The door opens) Professor Ivy: Brock, I’m glad I caught you. Mind if I speak to you for a few minutes? Brock: Sure thing. Professor Ivy: Come inside. I’d like to discuss your grades in this classroom. Brock: Okay. (Closes the door) Was there something you wanted to discuss with me? Professor Ivy: Yes Mr. Harrison, your last paper… Brock: Look, I’m sorry if it seems a little rushed Professor Ivy, but it’s just that I had a lot to do within the last three weeks that I didn’t put my whole focus on the paper. Professor Ivy: Brock, you have some very good ideas and you start out so strong in the paper, but you don’t lead it anywhere. I want you to meet me in my office at noon today so we can discuss your paper…in private. (A little later in the student union) Marisa: She’s a ball-buster! Misty: Your Art History teacher? Tracey: I’ve never had her, but I did hear certain things about her being a tough grader. Marisa: Be glad you don’t have her. I have her now and I’m hanging on by a thread. Brock: Well I’ll be seeing her in a little bit. She’s going to help me with improving on my paper. Marisa: Good luck with that. I’ve got my own problems to deal with. Like this for example! I’m wondering if I should be a nude model for a drawing class. Tracey: I’ll answer for you, NO. If I can’t see you naked, why the hell can a bunch of strangers see you naked? Marisa: Just kidding. Brock: Well thank you for changing the subject to something gross like looking at your naked body. Oh man, it’s almost noon. I better get over there. Marisa: Good luck with the witch! (A little later in an office) Brock: Hello, Professor Ivy. Are you in here? Professor Ivy: Oh yes, come on in. My apologies for the clutter! It’s just that with all of that paper work, I barely have any time to do any kind of cleaning. Brock: It’s not a problem. So… (She shuts the door and locks it) Huh? Professor Ivy: No more questions. Brock: Pro-Professor…? Professor Ivy: I’ve been watching you in class… (Shuts the blinds) …And I am ever-so intrigued. Your outlook on art work astounds me… (Seductively) And so does your handsome face! Brock: Professor Ivy…as much as you flatter me… Professor Ivy: Call me…Felina! (She jumps on him) Narrator: Mother of pearl! Now that’s just…well actually of all the sex scenes I’ve seen from both stories, this one seems…okay. Still creepy, but not as creepy as anything involving Professor Elm! Okay, here’s another twist to today’s episode. Professor: Okay class, we’re going to explore the aspects of drawing the human body. By this I mean, we’re going to have a live model. And no, we’re not going to have Claudia Schiffer! (Crickets chirp) Now with the model, I don’t think I need to remind you to be respectful. Any inflammatory remarks will give you an automatic “F” with this project. (The door opens) Marisa: I hope I’m not late. (Tracey gasps) Professor: Nope, right on time. Class this is Marisa and she’s going to be our model for the next couple of class sessions. (Tracey raises his hand) Yes Tracey? Tracey: Nude or fully clothed? Professor: Nude of course. Tracey: Figures. Professor: Okay class, we’ll start off with a couple one minute sketches and then we’ll do a couple of five minute ones, and then one 20 minute sketch. Narrator: Yeah, Tracey was completely on edge all through class. He didn’t even focus on his naked girlfriend in the middle of the classroom. All he could focus on was pouncing on any person who makes one wrong move. Like this… Tracey: (Thinking) He’s drawing her breasts way too big. I’ll take care of him after class. Narrator: And this… Tracey: (Thinking) He’s been staring at her privates a pretty long time. Too long if you ask me! Narrator: And then during one of the breaks, some of the boys were getting a little too chummy with her and that sent Tracey well over the edge. Marisa: Nah, I just needed the extra money. My job doesn’t really give me too many hours so I needed something to fill in my free time. Hell, I’m not going to spend any more time in front of my computer. I see enough pictures of Lady GaGa as it is. (Chuckling) Tracey: Mind if we speak? Marisa: What’s on your mind? Tracey: You know damn well what’s on my mind. And…I need to speak to you in private. Marisa: Is it that much of a private matter? (He drags her to a corner) Tracey: Why the hell didn’t you tell me that you were a nude model? Marisa: I think I told you this afternoon. Tracey: Oh, you have a funny way of doing that. Popping in with the random joke! Way to let me know! Marisa: You’ve hid stuff from me before. Way worse than this! Like when you hid the fact that Mondo was your roommate! Tracey: Oh Christ, let it go! Marisa: Well huff and puff all you want boy, I’m going to continue doing this. (A little later at the vet) Brock: I’m going to take my break now. Suzy: Hold on a second. I’ll take it with you. Brock: Um, sure hon. (Beeping) Huh? A text message! Suzy: One of your friends? Brock: Probably Ash again! (Beeps) Huh? Ah! Suzy: What’s the matter? Brock: Oh…um…It’s just a family matter! My Dad…flushed his keys down the toilet. Suzy: Again? Brock: Yeah and you know my family. They’ll only call in professionals if it’s an absolute last resort. Suzy: Okay, take care. Just make sure you come back with everything still attached. (Outside the vet) Brock: (Sighs) I thought I had problems when Holly was screwing me over…But this is just crazy! “Brocky, here are the directions to my house.” Why am I not surprised by this? (Beeping) A photo attachment? Whoa! Pixelated or not, she still looks hot! I’ve got to get out of here! (A little later at his parent’s house) Flint: Another one? Brock: Yup! Flint: Wow, you’re doing a lot better than me. Since you started college you were with Jasmine, then Suzy, then Holly, and now…What’s this girl’s name? Brock: I can’t tell you. Flint: Oh, mystery chicks. All they’ll do is lead you down a path of trouble. I know from experience. Before I met your mother, I dated this other chick. Very pretty but never knew her name. Brock: What’d she do? Flint: She did drugs, alcohol, and porn movies! Now those are the kind of things you do after you get married. Oh man, she got me to try one of them roofies one night. The next morning, I woke up in a petting zoo next to a goat! My advice is to watch your back! You don’t want to end up in the hospital having your stomach pumped again, do you? (A little later at Suzy’s apartment) Suzy: Brock, I’m back! Are you home? Huh? There’s a note! “I’ve gone to a study session. I’ll be back later.” (A little later at Professor Ivy’s apartment) Professor Ivy: Ooh Brock, that was great. (He groans) Brock: If you say so. (He gets up) Professor Ivy: Leaving so soon? Don’t you want to stay for some extra credit? Brock: No thank you. Professor: Hmm…Oh why so serious? You and I can keep this our little secret. You’ll be graduating in a few months and then we can continue with no interruptions. (Brock groans) Come on. You won’t regret it! (Early the next morning in Suzy’s apartment) Brock: (Thinking) Quiet old boy. Just sneak back into bed and she won’t question. Suzy: Huh? Brock did you just get in? Brock: Huh…what? No! I was just getting dressed. I’m going to meet my parents for some breakfast. Suzy: Okay. What time did you get in last night? Brock: I think about 11:30pm. Suzy: That couldn’t be because I didn’t go to bed until 12:30… Brock: Huh? Well then I don’t know. I was too tired to even see the clock right. Maybe it was 12:30! Suzy: Okay, I’m going to sleep in a little more. (A little later outside Marisa’s house) Brock: Marisa! (Bangs on the door) Marisa! (The door opens) Marisa: Alright, now what the **** do you want? (Raises a baseball bat) Brock: Put down the bat and listen to me! Marisa: Brock it’s my day off and I need to finish my charcoal piece for class. Brock: I need your help and I have no one else to turn to. Marisa: Step into my quarters and tell me what’s wrong. (They go into her room and Brock flinches) Huh? What’s wrong? Brock: Naked bodies? Marisa: Oh…yes. We’re studying how to draw the naked body in class. Brock: Geez, no kidding! What the hell? Is that…a naked drawing of…Lucian? Marisa: (Blushes) Don’t pay attention to that! Now what was so important you had to talk to me about? Brock: Eh…nothing. It’s just that I need someone to talk to. I can’t talk to my Dad because his stories lead me to nothing but trouble and Ash is too much of an idiot for me to fully talk to. I’m having women problems. Marisa: Now how is that any different from the past? Brock: There’s another girl and… Marisa: Oh? Let me guess, she has a restraining order on you? Brock: Shut up and let me finish! (Sighs) She has it out for me. I mean she… Marisa: Stop right there! Before you incriminate yourself further! Why the hell are you telling me this? Brock: Because it’s an older woman! Marisa: How old are we talking here? Brock: About as old as…your mother! Marisa: You’re dating a woman who is 37 years older than you? Brock: Wait…your mother is that old? Well this one has to be younger. Look the point is that it’s just wrong and this relationship can screw her job and mine as well. No matter how I like the temptation! Marisa: Look, I don’t care how old this woman is or how much you like this temptation! Cut it off with her! You don’t want another incident like what happened with Holly, do you? Brock: I guess not. So why is there a naked drawing of…? Marisa: Shut up or I’m telling Suzy! (The next morning in Professor Ivy’s class) Professor Ivy: Good morning class. Just a reminder! If you want to revamp your papers for a better grade, feel free to do so. (Walks to Brock’s table) And Brock, good work on revamping your paper. (Hands him a paper) Brock: Um…thank you Professor Ivy. (After class) Marisa: Just a second Brock. I saw your paper before and you got a lower grade than me. Brock: Thanks for bringing that up. Marisa: Well how is it even possible for you to go from an F to an A in just 48 hours? Brock: I don’t know. I guess I did a little more to earn that A. Marisa: There’s something you’re not telling me. Brock: What like you not telling Tracey about the naked…? Marisa: Don’t change the subject! Brock: Ah look Marisa, I need to get out of here! I’ve got class to get to! I’ll see you later. (A little later in the cafeteria) Misty: You really think that Brock could be sleeping with his teacher? Marisa: I have a hunch and that’s what it’s telling me. Usually my hunch is right about these sorts of things. Misty: Whatever you say Marisa. I’ll take your word on that. Marisa: He’s already on thin ice with Suzy. I heard the horror story from May when he stayed there. Said he had Holly over one night and the next morning, the bitch was in May’s own bathrobe. If he gets kicked out again, I am not putting him up in my house. Misty: Marisa, if he’s sleeping with his teacher, Brock will be in deeper trouble. She can lose her job and Brock could get kicked out of school. Marisa: And he’d be so close to graduating! Misty: Don’t do it! Marisa: I wasn’t going to. Misty: Don’t do it! I’m not going to tell you again. I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re going to snitch. It’s that reputation you’ve had since before I met you and there’s a time when you tell and a time when you have to learn to keep your fat trap shut. Marisa: Whatever! Let Brock screw up his own life! Just keep me out of it! (Tracey walks up) Tracey: Hi Misty. Misty: How’s it going? (He glares at Marisa) Marisa: Stop acting like such a child Tracey. If you’ve got something to say, say it to my face. Misty: Are you guys fighting? Marisa: Tracey is just mad because apparently me being a “butting exhibitionist” makes him uncomfortable. Misty: Tracey, you’re not comfortable with the fact that Marisa’s a nude model? Tracey: You knew? Why is it that I was the last to know? Marisa: I didn’t feel comfortable telling you. Misty: Plus she gets paid for every time she models. You really have to thank Lucian for recommending it to you. Tracey: LUCIAN?! Marisa: Misty! Misty: Oops! Tracey: How is Lucian involved? (Flashback) Professor: Okay everyone, take a five minute break. Marisa: Lucian…it’s been a while! Lucian: Marisa, how is life treating you? Marisa: A little better nowadays! Lucian: I rarely see you on campus these days. Marisa: Well I only come here twice a week. And most of the time I’m either at home or at work. Lucian: And I see you’re art work is improving. (She blushes) Marisa: So you’re a nude model? Lucian: Just a little part-time work. Of course they pay me for my services. Marisa: How much are we talking about? (End of flashback) Tracey: Unbelievable! You have nerve to give me crap about Daisy, but apparently you have no consideration when you talk to Lucian. Marisa: I never cheated on you with Lucian. But I seem to recall a certain boy cheating on me with Daisy. Tracey: You’re never gonna let that go! (Brock walks by) Marisa: You’re damn right! Brock: This looks like a good one! Marisa: And you! Just because I’m mad at Tracey doesn’t mean I’m not going to rip you a new one. If you are sleeping with your teacher you better put a stop to it! Tracey: You’re screwing a teacher? Brock: No! I’m not screwing anybody. Marisa: Oh that’s a bunch of bull! You… (Brock glares at her) Brock: Marisa… (He walks over to her and whispers) I’d be wise to keep quiet. I’m not one for striking a girl, but for you I’m willing to make a huge exception. (He walks away) Marisa: (Thinking) He’s hiding something and I’m going to find out on my… Tracey: Marisa! Marisa: Go to hell Tracey! (She walks away) Misty: Smooth move Tracey! Tracey: Oh shut up! Misty: DON’T JUMP BAD WITH ME! (He flinches) I know Marisa and I know that she would never do that. Lucian is just a friend and she made that clear a couple of years ago after going out with him. Why can’t you see that Tracey? I know you’re still peeved about her not telling you about this. But I can’t blame her for not telling you! It’s not something anyone wants to talk about. That’s why she didn’t even tell Marcus. (He puts his hand over his face) Tracey…you’re not crying, are you? Tracey: NO. (Sighs) …I know she would never cheat on me with Lucian and I’m an idiot for thinking that. I guess…I overreacted. I shouldn’t be mad at what she’s doing. Misty: At least she’s taking her clothes off for art sake instead of in some club. Tracey: True. (Blushes) I guess I was hoping my first time seeing her naked would be…well not in an art class. Misty: Well go and tell Marisa the same thing you told me…Just keep out the naked part you just talked about. (A little later in Professor Ivy’s office) Professor Ivy: Brock, you’re 20 minutes late for your appointment. Brock: Oh…um… Professor Ivy: Come on Brocky! (She puts her arms around him) Why so down? Brock: Professor Ivy…I think… Professor Ivy: I know what you’re thinking… Brock: I don’t think we should see each other anymore. Professor Ivy: Oh Brock! Come on! Brock: No! It’s sick and wrong what you’re doing here. Just so that you can get a sick thrill, meanwhile I have to suffer. Professor Ivy: That’s the first time anyone said they’re suffering under my double d’s. Brock: Well I am! Look, I don’t need this kind of drama in my life right now. I’m already on thin ice with my girlfriend. Plus, a teacher dating a student is kind of frowned upon here. I’m sorry! I have to break it off with you! (He leaves the office) Marisa: CAUGHT YOU! (Brock screams) What the hell are you doing in her office? Brock: Not that it’s any of your business but I was just asking her a question on my next research paper which is something you should think about doing. Marisa: Brock! Brock: Yes? Marisa: Are you sleeping with our teacher? Brock: No! (She grabs him) Marisa: I’m going to ask you again and I want you to look me in the eye when you give me your answer. Are…you…sleeping…with…Professor…Ivy? Brock: No. Now back off me. Marisa: Brock…if you’re lying to me and you’re really having sex with this woman, I will not go easy on you. Remember that! I will go to the press, the school, and anybody else about this matter. And then you will not get to graduate, you’ll lose Suzy and your whole reputation will be completely shot. Live with that! (She walks away) Brock: I’m dead. (A little later in Tracey’s art class) Professor: Okay, take a five minute break everybody. (Marisa puts on her robe) Boy 1: So do you have a boyfriend? Marisa: Yes I do. Boy 2: Bet he doesn’t have muscles like that. Marisa: No. (Nervous laugh) I can honestly say he does not. But he’s a great guy. Tracey: Huh? (Thinking) So I guess she’s not mad at me anymore. Marisa: But the things he does sometimes drives me up a wall. (Tracey sighs) You know he protested me being a model. I know I don’t have the banging body like his last girlfriend, but hey you know what they say. More cushion for the pushing! (Laughing) Boy 1: Nah! You look fine girl! Tracey: Hey Marisa, mind if I speak to you? Marisa: Sure. Boy 2: Hey Marisa, if the boyfriend you got is getting on your nerves, holla at a real brother. (The boys walk away) Marisa: So you wanted to speak to me? Tracey: Maybe I… Marisa: Overreacted? Tracey: Just a tad! And maybe I was… Marisa: Narrow-minded? Tracey: Would you let me speak? Um…Well…Um… Marisa: You were saying? Tracey: Fine! I blew this whole thing way out of proportion. I guess I was afraid that people were going to be narrow-minded about having someone of your…well…um… Marisa: You can say it Tracey. My body is no where near perfection as Daisy. Tracey: I wouldn’t say Daisy! But you do take the whole status quo setup and threw it right out the window. Marisa: I have the tendency of doing that, don’t I? (Laughing) Tracey: Besides, I’ve had to draw a naked body in the past. But you know not all bodies look the same so it’s good experience to practice on all sizes. Marisa: Is that a fat joke, you jerk? (Tracey sighs) Kidding! Tracey: And I guess I shouldn’t have snapped when I heard Lucian’s name. Marisa: No you shouldn’t. We’re friends and nothing more. He has a girlfriend now and I have…a boyfriend I love dearly. (He smiles) Tracey: I’m glad you still love me. But why did you do this in the first place? Marisa: Well I tell people I did it for the money, and that’s part of the truth. You see…I wasn’t really getting that much action at the grocery store so I got some extra work on campus. Plus I’m getting paid mad money over here. And at least this is for educational purposes so I don’t really feel that guilty. It’s just that…I see all of my friends moving on and it really got to me, you know? Tracey: Oh… Marisa: You’ve moved out of your house, Ash and Misty are getting married, and Marcus is getting all these choice roles on stage. What’s Marisa doing? She’s pissing her life away at a grocery store and still living with her mommy. Tracey: When the time is right, you’ll hit it big. Hell, do you think I’m going to spend the rest of my life working at a hotel I can’t afford to sleep at? And trust me Marisa, you’re not the only 21 year old who lives at home with their mother…Marcus does too! You are an amazing person and I know you’ll make it far…because I’ll always be right by your side. (He hugs her) Marisa: I must be one lucky gal…to have a guy like you. (That night at Suzy’s apartment) Suzy: What’s wrong Brock? You barely touched your dinner. Brock: Let’s just say I’m not in the mood for eating. Suzy: That’s okay. I can always put this away and you can heat it up later. Did something happen at school today? Brock: I guess you can say that. Suzy: Oh yeah, you never told me how you did on your Art History paper. Brock: I’d rather not talk about it. Suzy: Brock, you need that class in order to graduate. You just need to put a little more focus into the class. Brock: That’s what got me in trouble in the first place. Suzy: What was that? (Beeping) Isn’t that your phone? Brock: Oh…yes…Let me get that! (Picks up his phone) Hello. Ivy: Brock, was it something I did? Brock: Stop calling me! (Hangs up) Suzy: Who was that? Brock: Oh just my brother prank calling me again. (The next day at the grocery store) Marisa: Thank you, have a nice day. Hello and welcome to…Professor Ivy? Ivy: Oh hello Marisa. Marisa: I didn’t know you shopped here. (Thinking) Great, she had to come here. Ivy: I had to get a few things for my evening. (Scanning items) So Miss Marisa…I see that you haven’t finished redoing that paper of yours. Marisa: I’m working on it Professor Ivy. Ivy: Alright then. Marisa: That’ll be $32.59. (She swipes her card) I should have it by your office within the next couple of days. Ivy: That’ll be fine Miss Marisa. Thank you. (She rushes in the store) Marisa: I swear that woman is always in such a rush. Huh? Oh shoot! (Runs out of the store) Professor Ivy! (Shouting) You left your cell phone! (Car drives away) Well she’ll eventually realize it’s gone. (Beeping) What the? A message…That’s from Brock’s phone! It won’t kill me if I take a peak… “Stop calling me. I’m through with you.” I knew it! I knew it! I knew she was doing something with Brock that didn’t have to do with school work! Time to do the right thing! (The next morning at the University) Bertha: We’re investigating this matter thoroughly. But thanks to an undercover agent, we were able to get this teacher out of our schools. (Indistinct speaking from press) Marisa: What the hell is going on here? Tracey: I don’t know. It looks like some sort of press conference. (They walk by a news reporter) Reporter: Live from the Pallet University campus where we just heard the press conference of Dean Bertha. A teacher who has been caught sending dirty emails and text messages to a male student! Not only that, but has made sexual advances towards the male student… Tracey: Marisa, you didn’t! Marisa: I didn’t do anything. I was gonna meet with Dean Bertha right now about it. But I never told her what it was about! (At the podium) Bertha: We all owe it to the help from one faithful student. Tracey: Are you sure you didn’t tell her? Marisa: Absolutely! Bertha: Today, the university would like to thank Brock Harrison. (Clapping) Marisa: What? Bertha: It’s thanks to this young man that we were able to get rid of the pedophile of this school. Thank you Brock! (Clapping) Marisa: No way! No way! No ****ing way is this ever possible in the history of the world! Tracey: I don’t believe it! (Brock walks by) Brock! Brock: What are you guys doing here? Marisa: What the…? How did you…? What’s going on here? Brock: I didn’t want to tell you but I was working undercover for Dean Bertha. Marisa: What happened…really? Brock: Just what I said. Dean Bertha came up to me and asked me to go undercover to blow Professor Ivy’s identity. Marisa: Ow…my pride…it hurts! Brock: So you see. I was exposing her for what she really was. A disgusting pervert who likes young boys! She’s just like Cher and Demi Moore! So I had to put on an innocent act for everyone. Marisa: Wow, I guess I owe you an apology Brock. I guess you really didn’t sleep with this woman. Brock: No…I never did that. (Thinking) Like hell I’m telling you I slept with her. I got a little extra credit without Suzy being involved! (A little later at Marisa’s house) Tracey: So you were wrong about Brock? Marisa: So what! You were wrong about the whole nude modeling issue. Tracey: Fine, we’re both evenly beaten. Want me to treat you to pizza? Marisa: Sure. Let me just grab something off my dresser. Michelle: Marisa, you got a message on the machine. Marisa: Huh? Why didn’t you answer the phone? Michelle: I was in the shower. (Beep) Man: Hello Marisa, this here is Rosco Williams and well…I was looking over this tape a friend of mine sent to my office. Funny stuff! He insisted that you were pretty funny and sure enough you made me fall out of my seat several times. Michelle: What in the world is that man talking about? Marisa: I don’t know. Tracey: You don’t think it could be from Vegas, do you? (Marisa gasps) Man: So we did a little research and took us forever to find you…but that’s the past. I want you to call me back at this number so we can talk some business. Maybe even give you a few spots to do stand-up in. Marisa: It is from Vegas. Oh my God! Michelle: You did who in Vegas? Marisa: I better call this man to make sure I’m not being Punk’d. But if it’s true, then…Oh my God! I can’t believe this is happening! This is what happens when I drink too much one night. Tracey: Well you’re still a very funny girl. With or without alcohol! Marisa: Oh well that’s because I have the ugly-duckling syndrome. Not pretty to look at, but love the personality. But wow! I wasn’t expecting this! Oh man! (She hugs Tracey) Tracey: So are you going to go for it? Marisa: You know, I’ve been experimenting a lot lately…Why not? Let’s give this a try! Narrator: Marisa a stand-up comedian? Well…I guess you can see that coming a mile away. But congrats to her…But is fame in the forecast for her or any of the other characters? Stay tuned to find out. ~*Preview*~ May: Fame kills. I’ve seen some of the greatest talents in the spotlight and it all ended the same way. In the next chapter, I’m being scouted for every magazine company to be in their issue. I guess it’s true what they say, the media truly is a vulture who only want you for your looks. Time to step up the game! Next time on Romance 102, Chapter 46…See you next time!
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Looks like im first again. Anyway good chapter I kinda thought what professor ivy wanted in the first place but didnt think Brock would be the one to tell on her and also to be undercover as well. Also good subplot with Tracey and Marisa and looks like everything will be good for Marisa as well*crosses fingers*
Next chapter oh good an May centered one.
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