Title – Damn that G.L.E.E.
Summary – While Chris finds it hilarious, Darren's in for a lifetime of face-palming humiliation when the StarKids are asked to guest-star on Glee. This ain't gonna be pretty...
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Let's play a game – see how many references you can pick up (StarKid, Glee, Harry Potter), and the winner shall be crowned Gleek of the Week ;)
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Day the Second
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Serious filming began the very next morning, when the Moonshoes would actually be introduced as the competition. Usually, Darren quite enjoyed filming in the Lima Bean, since those scenes had a history of being quirky insults and cuddles and kisses. It was also a huge bonus that the chairs were so comfortable.
Unfortunately, on that particular day, he wasn't looking forward to filming at all. It may have had something to do with the fact that he was still half asleep; he'd spent most of the night reassuring Grant that his friends were their own little brand of crazy, while at the same time frantically trying to memorize his script, which had undergone a last minute change after Ryan had observed the dynamics of the StarKids mixing in with the rest of the Glee Cast. The fact that they'd had to be at hair and makeup at five in the morning for a six o'clock start was definitely not helping his mood. Neither was the fact that both Lea and Cory were wide awake, hyper even – the two were shooting their own scene in the morning too, though Darren suspected that theirs wouldn't turn into a huge disaster.
'Wake up!'
Darren jumped when a very hard shoe came in contact with his shin. 'Wha –?'
'You were nodding off,' said Chris, looking only slightly apologetic at maiming his friend.
'You didn't have to kick me,' Darren grumbled.
'Sorry. But your friends just arrived, and you're probably going to need to keep an eye on Grant. Or Brian,' shrugged Chris, setting his empty coffee cup on the table. 'I'm not sure which of the two would do more damage.'
'Definitely Brian,' Darren nodded.
'Really?'
'Well, he did give Joe a scar once, after charging at him with his fork.'
'What?' Chris choked.
'To be fair, Joe was dressed like Voldemort,' said Darren.
Thankfully, before Chris had time to comment, Ryan called them all to attention. 'Alright guys! Now that the StarKids have decided to grace us with their presence –'
'You're welcome!' came Joey's voice from somewhere off set.
'– Let's make a start,' Ryan finished, completely ignoring the StarKids (something which Darren couldn't blame him for doing). 'Chris, Darren, the camera's going to be circling you for this, so don't get confused. Grant, your entrance needs to be impeccable otherwise you'll walk into the camera. You'll hear me shout out when the StarKids enter, so that's one less thing to worry about. All clear? Good; let's get started.'
The immediate area around Darren and Chris's table was cleared while the two actors settled into their characters and the crew began to operate the cameras. Instead of the normal "zoom-in-on-actor-A-before-panning-to-actor-B", Ryan had decided to have the camera continuously circle the table, making life hard for everyone since the cameraman would probably get dizzy, Grant had only certain angles from which he could approach his chair, and Darren and Chris would have to continuously and as subtly as possible change their posture so that the their faces could still be seen on screen.
'Cameras rolling ... and ACTION!'
'I really wish I could've gotten a solo,' Chris sighed. 'I mean, not that Rachel doesn't deserve it or anything ...'
'I totally get what you mean,' said Darren in his most reassuring tone. 'Honestly, I think Mr Shue's just trying to play favourites now. But hey, maybe you'll get a chance for Nationals!'
'Yeah, that'd be nice,' Chris said gloomily. 'Assuming we can win.'
'Hey, cheer up,' said Darren gently, leaning forwards so that he could cover Chris's hand with his own. 'I'm pretty sure we've got this contest in the bag. I mean, we all know we can beat the Warblers. And the Moonshoes will be a piece of cake.'
'I've never even heard of the Moonshoes before,' said Chris.
'That's because they were never counted in our region until the Senator decided to combine us to even out tax collections.'
They both looked up to see Grant smoothly avoid being run over by the still-rotating camera.
'Hello Blaine. Nice to see you up and about.'
Darren rolled his eyes. 'Yeah, no thanks to you.'
'You know, Sebastian,' Chris said testily. 'I would've thought even someone as mentally challenged as you would've realised that you're not wanted here.'
'Aw, Kurt, don't be like that,' said Grant easily, placing a hand over his chest. 'Last I checked, you were the one who backed out of our little competition.' He paused, as if letting the insult sink in, before shifting his weight and carrying on. 'But I'm actually here to deliver a message: we're not doing Michael at Regionals.'
Darren and Chris exchanged glances, carefully correcting their own expressions so that they showed the same level of surprise at the news.
'Seems I was outvoted,' Grant said, pretending to take a sip from his seemingly ever-present coffee cup. 'The rest of the Warblers enjoyed your little show more than I thought they would –'
'Because they're actually human,' Chris nodded.
'So MJ's all yours, if you still think you can pull him off,' Grant finished.
'And ... enter StarKids!' Ryan shouted from the side.
The doors to the Lima Bean set were suddenly thrown open as Joe Walker strutted in. Unfortunately, he hadn't been aware of just how flimsy the doors actually were. There was a loud splintering sound as the hastily erected door was torn right off its hinges, slipping out of Joe's surprised hand and slamming into the ground.
Darren dropped his head into the table with a groan as Joe looked up sheepishly. 'Oops?'
'Cut!' Ryan sighed. Already, technicians were hurrying over to reattach the door to its frame. 'Sorry guys, but we're going to have to take this whole thing from the top.'
The table shook slightly as Chris's head also thumped down.
The next take didn't work either, since Grant actually did walk into the camera this time. As he limped away, Darren couldn't help but think that this would be the longest morning he'd ever had. Sure enough, in the next take, Joe walked in and forgot his line. The one after that saw Lauren tripping over her shoelace. The one after that, Grant was almost bowled over by the camera again.
'CUT!'
'Oh, for the love of –' Darren swore fluently under his breath, missing the rather impressed looks tossed his way by both Chris and Grant.
Their next take had everyone holding their breath. Several of the crew relaxed when Grant made it past the camera unscathed. But Darren knew better than to celebrate too soon; his friends were notorious for screwing everyone around, and with their lines being purely insults, he had no doubt they would go overboard. And sure enough ...
'Well, well, well,' Joe sneered, 'if it isn't Frodo the Fairy.'
Grant blinked. 'I'm sorry, but who are you?'
'And what did you just say?' Chris all but growled.
'Kurt ...'
'Oh, look at that!' Lauren squealed, pointing to their interlocked hands. 'Blainey's found himself a boyfriend!'
'You know these people?' Chris asked, turning to Darren, who had paled and was trying to make himself seem small and inconsequential.
'Remember how I told you I'd transferred to Dalton too?' he winced. 'Well ... they're the reason why.'
'You know, we came to check out the competition,' said Jaimee mildly, examining her nails. 'But if the competition is made solely from dancing queers, then I don't think we have anything to worry about.'
Grant choked. 'Excuse me?'
'You heard her,' Brian said. 'Or has being gay also affected your sense of hearing too?'
Growling, Grant slammed his cup down on the table. 'I'll show you –'
'Sebastian,' said Chris warningly. 'Not worth it.'
'Where is Joey anyway?' asked Meredith, looking behind her towards the door. 'Parking a car isn't rocket-science.'
They were doing so well that, for a split second, Darren was beginning to have some hope that they may actually get through the take in one piece. So of course, the universe had to go and completely screw him over.
Joey entered the set with his arms outstretched, a blue headband around his head. 'Did someone say Joey Richter?'
And everyone groaned. Well, everyone but the StarKids, who burst into applause and congratulated Joey on his spectacular entry.
'I am going to kill your friends,' Chris muttered darkly. 'Do you want some time to say goodbye?'
'Oh, screw that; I'm joining you.'
It took two more takes for Joey to fit his actual line in ('Sorry it took me so long; I was yelling at two guys kissing outside'), after which there was much celebration amongst the crew. Darren was almost tackled out of his chair when Joe Walker threw himself at his friend, sobbing in apology for being so mean, while Darren patted him awkwardly on the back. Thankfully, Ryan shouted at them to get back into position once more, so that they could change camera angles and whatnot. It was perfect timing too; he wasn't sure if Joey and Meredith could keep Brian from strangling Grant much longer. After a few additional directional inputs from Ryan ("Darren, try to look more scared; these are the people who beat you half to death"), the cameras began rolling again.
All in all, the scene took them almost five hours to film, after which they were quickly hurried off to hair and makeup, before being shipped off in separate directions. Grant was meeting back up with the Warblers (Darren didn't even bother suppressing his jealousy), the StarKids were going to film for the first time in their school, while Darren and Chris would be heading back to McKinley's choir room to join up with the rest of the New Directions. The moment they walked onto the set, they were all but bombarded with questions.
'Why didn't you ever tell us about the Muscials?'
'How on earth did you manage to turn out relatively sane?'
'Why did that girl enter through the ventilation system?'
'Guys!' Lea finally exclaimed. 'They've only just come in – at least give them some breathing space!'
'Thanks Lea,' said Chris with a grateful smile as he and Darren took their seats.
'You're welcome. So ... why didn't you ever tell us about the StarKids, Darren?'
Darren groaned, letting his head fall backwards as the questions erupted around him once more. The apologetic but highly amused expression on Chris's face was anything but helpful. Thankfully at that moment, Ryan walked in with Matthew Morrison, and shouted at them all to get into their seats.
'We're on a tighter schedule than normal, because our morning shoot went overtime,' he said. Darren valiantly avoided his eye. 'Since you're all old-school at this, I know I can count on you guys to just whizz through this scene.'
Almost immediately, the entire room sat up straighter, their expressions schooled into exactly what their characters should be feeling. It was amusing to Darren, though only because he knew that the only reason they were suddenly so well behaved was due to the fact that they wanted to show-up the newcomers. Who weren't even there, but that wasn't the point.
'Everyone ready? Okay, and – ACTION!'
They finished the scene in three takes.
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'You're friends still aren't finished then?'
'Not even close.'
The cafeteria was filled with cast and crew alike, chattering away as they ate their lunch and prepared for the afternoon filming session. There was a notable group of guys all still dressed in the Dalton uniform; the blazers were missing though, due to the fact that Wardrobe was now guarding those things like the Crown Jewels after yesterday's orange juice fiasco. There was also a notable lack of chaos thanks to the fact that the StarKids were still shooting their scene.
'We probably won't even see them until this afternoon,' said Darren.
'Should we bring them some food?' Lea asked, worried, while Chris just snorted from beside him.
'No, they'll be fine,' Darren said. 'Joey could literally pull out enough food to feed an army. And not like a small, shitty army; one of those huge, conquer-and-destroy-the-world type of army.'
'That's ... um, interesting,' said Dianna hesitantly.
'You have the strangest friends,' Cory said, before stuffing his mouth, completely unaware of the fact that the entire table had looked away in disgust.
'Watch who you're calling strange!'
Darren looked up as the cafeteria doors burst open to reveal five StarKids, along with a group of their very exhausted-looking crew, who didn't hesitate to abandon them in favour of food. 'You guys certainly took your time.'
'Oh, shut up,' said Joey, taking a seat beside the boy and helping himself to Darren's chips. 'It's all Joe's fault, anyway.'
'What? That's absurd – how is this my fault?' Joe exclaimed.
'You were the one who knocked over the set,' said Meredith.
'Yeah, but I didn't realise those walls were so flimsy! Besides, Brian was the one who forgot his lines!'
'I didn't forget my lines!' Brian protested. 'I was just laughing so hard at your utter lack of coordination! Oh, hey Kurt!'
Blinking, Chris looked up at the beaming StarKid, before looking down at himself and realising that he was still dressed in one of Kurt's ridiculous outfits. He sighed in resignation. 'Hey Brian.'
'So, how's your boyfriend doing?' asked Brian, snaking an arm around his shoulders.
A mischievous glint, one that Darren definitely did not like, appeared in Chris's eyes. 'Hm, I think he's alright. Why don't you ask him though – he's sitting right there.'
'Oh, Blaine! Man, I didn't see you!' Brian exclaimed. 'Probably because you're so short and all.'
'Thanks man,' Darren nodded, itching to throw the jug of water in Brian's face.
'Well, no offence or anything,' said Brian. 'I mean, you're a good height for Kurt and everything; it's just, you are a little on the short side. It's probably easier for Kurt to kiss you though; well, easier than if you were taller than him, you know?'
Darren stared at him, before deciding that it simply wasn't worth it. Pulling his lunch away from Joey he said: 'Didn't you only have like half a song to sing? Surely even with forgetting lines and knocking over sets, you would've been done before us.'
'Well, yeah, you'd think so wouldn't you? And you'd be right, if Jaimee hadn't kept changing her solo,' said Joe, rolling his eyes. 'I mean, how hard is it to sing "I am a woman in love; and I'd do anything to get you into my world"?'
'Not my fault,' said Jaimee, speaking up for the first time. Her voice sounded slightly hoarse, as if she'd been pushing much too hard without a proper warm-up. 'It just ... it didn't sound right, you know? So I just kept changing it, and changing it; and I think the AD was getting kinda nervous –'
'Wait,' Lea interrupted them, her eyes fixed on Jaimee. 'You got "Woman in Love" as your solo? You got a Streisand solo?'
'Yes sweetheart, I got a Streisand solo,' said Jaimee. Her expression suddenly changed, becoming much too sweet and innocent for Darren to truly believe. 'Why, didn't you get one by someone so inspirational?'
Lea growled something under her breath before abruptly getting to her feet and stomping off.
'Did you have to antagonise her?' Chris asked wearily.
'No, but it was fun,' said Jaimee cheerfully.
'I need new friends,' Darren muttered. 'Ones that aren't insane or suicidal. Speaking of which ... where's Lauren?'
'Up there somewhere,' said Meredith, gesturing towards the air ducts. 'She's just mapping out the ventilation system – don't worry though, she'll done before our afternoon shoot.'
'I'm so glad to hear,' Darren said, painfully aware of the incredulous looks being fixed on him and his StarKid friends.
'Hey, Darren.'
Darren looked up to see Grant standing at his shoulder with a script in his hand, having somehow approached their table without him noticing.
'Hey Grant, what's up?'
'I had a question about page fourteen of the script,' said Grant, flipping the script open and showing Darren the pre-highlighted paragraph. 'Not going to lie, but the stage directions were a little confusing. I was wondering if you could help me out?'
'Yeah, sure!' Darren grinned, gesturing for him to sit down. Grant and Chris exchanged greetings, before he handed the script over to Darren.
'See, it says that I'm supposed to be talking to Chris here, but here it says I'm sitting quite far away from ... well, everyone,' said Grant. 'So, I dunno, is it a typo or something, or do you think –'
'Alright, that is it!' Brian suddenly shouted, slamming down his empty cup. The table fell silent as he locked eyes with Grant. 'Sebastian, I am sick of you trying to steal Blaine away from Kurt! He's life has been bad enough; he doesn't need you to taint the only good thing going on in his world!'
'I – you – he – what?' choked Grant, clearly taken aback by the outburst.
'Your innocent act won't fool me,' sneered Brian. 'I know people in high places, and I'm not afraid to sic them on you and your State's Attorney dad.'
'Look, man, I know you have some unusual ... thinking patterns,' said Grant, 'but regardless, that does not give you the right to talk to me like this. I've done nothing wrong, and –'
'Don't be goofy with me, Sebastian,' growled Brian, pointing a finger in Grant's chest. 'I'm not afraid to hack off what will undoubtedly be your favourite and least impressive appendage and shove it up your ass so that you are literally fu –'
'Okay!' Joe exclaimed, cutting Brian off. 'I think we've heard enough!'
'Oh my God, that did not just happen,' Darren whispered, mortified.
Grant was staring at Brian with his jaw hanging rather loosely, while Chris had his head buried in his arms; judging from his shaking shoulders, he looked like he was laughing so hard that he could barely breathe. Several of the StarKids were forcefully pushing Brian back into his seat, while the Glee cast sitting with them were clearly regretting their decision as they slowly edged away in their seats. Darren turned to the shell-shocked Grant with the most pleading look he could manage.
'I am so sorry, Grant; I honest didn't even think about – I'd completely forgotten he was there!'
'Yeah,' Grant nodded slowly. 'Yeah, no, it's alright, it's not your fault. I think I'm just going to go talk to Titus for a bit...'
Darren groaned, burying his face in his hands as the rather shaky looking Grant left. 'Is there any way I can wipe the last few minutes from my mind?'
'Not unless you know how to Obliviate yourself,' Chris grinned, tears of laughter streaming down his face.
'I'm glad you found that funny, Colfer.'
'Oh, believe me when I say this; it was hilarious.'
Thankfully, the rest of lunch passed without any further incidents. Though that was mainly due to their combined efforts to keep Brian in his seat, as he kept trying to get up to give "Sebastian" a piece of his mind.
That afternoon, after the routine costume change and touch-ups in their cosmetics, Darren, Chris and the StarKids were escorted to the set of Kurt's home, where Mike O'Malley, the actor who played Burt Hummel, was already waiting for them. As if Darren's day could not get any worse...
'Hey kids, how're you doing?' Mike said cheerfully, pulling Chris and Darren into hugs while shaking hands with the other StarKids.
'Mr Hummel!' Brian exclaimed. 'Oh man, can I just say, you are an amazing father and you should be so proud of your son!'
Mike slowly withdrew his hand. Behind him, Chris hid a smile, while Darren just turned to the nearest wall and began knocking his head against it. He seemed to be doing that a lot recently.
'Don't mind him, Mike,' said Chris, before he quickly explained the situation in a whisper, the other StarKids adding occasional pieces of information while Brian just continued to grin at the man. Therefore, it was only Darren who heard it. The faint clattering coming from overhead, which seemed to be approaching them rather quickly. Darren looked up and, upon seeing the grid filtering the ventilation system start to rattle, threw himself away from the wall.
A second later, Lauren Lopez came tumbling out. Somehow, she managed to land on her feet, where upon she brushed the dirt off her clothes with a nonchalant air.
'Yeah ... Mike, that's Lauren,' introduced Chris. 'She ... she has unique methods of transportation.'
'P-Pleasure,' stuttered Mike, his eyes flickering from the air duct to the girl and back again.
Lauren looked up. Upon spotting Mike, her entire expression lit up like a Christmas tree. 'Daddy!' she exclaimed happily, running towards him so fast the StarKids literally had to dive out of the way. 'Daddy, you've come to love me!'
Mike grunted in shock as Lauren all but leapt into his arms, wrapping herself around him in the tightest hug known to man. Wincing in sympathy, Darren repeatedly mouthed an apology to him while Chris tried to convince Lauren to let the man go, something he didn't have a lot of luck with.
Their afternoon shoot could definitely have gone better. For one thing, after being jumped on, Mike must've sprained a muscle or something, for his movements were much tenser than normal, and he kept wincing whenever he was forced to reach for something. Darren and Chris tried their best to get through their parts as quickly as possible, but it was rather difficult when Brian kept calling out; 'Just kiss him already!'
'Holden!' the Director finally snapped. 'If you don't shut it, I'm kicking you off set!'
'Don't worry sir, we'll keep him quiet,' Joey promised.
Unfortunately, he decided to do that by holding a pillow firmly against Brian's face, prompting Darren to have to run out in the middle of his scene in order to make sure Brian was still alive and breathing.
'Just use some duct tape or something, don't suffocate him!' he said, exasperated.
Because he was only in the start of the scene, Mike was free to leave after the ninth take. And honestly, Darren had never seen any of the adult actors move as fast as him. But he wasn't fast enough to avoid Lauren's crash-tackle hug that had them all jumping to their feet so they could pull her off him.
'Bye daddy!' she called to his quickly disappearing figure. 'I'll send you some crayon drawings!'
Darren groaned, and allowed himself to flop off the couch and onto the ground.
Filming the part with the StarKids was even worse. In the scene, Kurt and Blaine were meant to be cuddling on the couch while the TV played uselessly in the background. They were supposed to be talking in hushed whispers, and generally act all lovey-dovey, when the Moonshoes (who have somehow tracked down where each and every member of the New Directions live) egg Kurt's house. Of course, it was never a good idea to give any of the StarKids several cartons of eggs and tell them to go forth, because what ended up happening was –
'Why are you aiming at me?' Darren shouted, jumping up from the couch as the StarKids ambushed him. Delicate egg shells shattered and spilled their contents onto his hair and his clothes; he could feel the york dripping down his face as he shielded himself, even as another batch of eggs were thrown. Along with something that felt like a Red Vine. 'Whatever happened to the Code of the Order of the Jellylegs?'
'Yeah, after you left, we agreed to treat the Code as more of a set of guidelines, rather actual rules,' Jaimee shrugged.
'What? You can't just revoke the Code –!'
'Shut up Darren!' Meredith said cheerfully, managing to smash an egg right between Darren's eyes. 'And seriously, sit down!'
Chris was absolutely no help, having dissolved into laughter the moment Darren had been set upon. That same laughter now followed Darren out as he rushed blindly away from the StarKids. Of course, he had forgotten about Lauren, who'd climbed onto Joe's shoulders and crawled back into the air ducts, armed with a carton of eggs.
Her superior knowledge of the maze of vents, along with the tactical advantage of being higher off the ground, plus the fact that Darren wasn't armed anyway, meant that by the time Lauren had run out of ammo, Darren was completely and utterly drenched, and also very sticky as a result.
'I hate you all,' he said, even as Joe pulled out a handful of goose feathers and mashed it into Darren's head. 'I hate you all so, so much.'
The resulting mess had taken so long to clean that by the time Darren showed up for their next shoot, everyone else was already there and mingling. Joey and Joe had a firm hold on Brian, keeping him well away from the Warblers (and Grant in particular). They were talking to Heather, who was staring between them with an expression of such confusion that Darren was sure they were messing around with their names again. And sure enough:
'Wait, I thought you were Joey,' said Heather, pointing at Joey, who sighed.
'No, I'm Joe. He's Joey,' he said, pointing at Joe while yanking Brian back. 'We're not twins Heather, it's not that hard to tell us apart.'
'I'm sure Darren introduced you as Joey though,' frowned Heather.
'No, I'm definitely Joe.'
'Yeah, and I'm definitely Joey,' said Joe. He looked so serious that she shook her head and began to apologise for getting their names wrong.
Elsewhere, Jaimee and Lea were having a very deadly looking conversation, with Cory and Naya trapped uncomfortably in the middle, obviously not wanting to take sides but at the same time unable to excuse themselves from the battle of the talents. Riker Lynch and Curt Mega were the only two Warblers who had abandoned the safety of the pack, both chatting to Meredith who had never looked more excited – Darren had the sinking feeling the three were exchanging embarrassing stories about him, a feeling that only intensified when they caught sight of him and burst into roaring laughter. Meanwhile, Lauren was hanging upside-down from the windowsill by her legs while talking to Chris, who was probably the only one at ease with her unusual position.
'Alright, now that Darren is here we can get started!' Ryan called. 'Get into your positions. And if you want dinner at an appropriate time, I suggest you stop mucking around.' Those final words were said with a particularly hard glare at the StarKids, all of whom immediately assumed innocent expressions that fooled no one.
Beside him, Darren heard Jenna moan: 'We're going to be here forever, aren't we?' He couldn't help but voice his agreement.
The entire cast quickly arranged themselves so that it was the Warblers and the New Directions facing off against the StarKids. This scene would be one of the final scenes of the episode. It was also one of the most uncertain scenes they would be shooting; Ryan had already informed them all that the scene may or may not be cut from the final edit, depending on how it worked out. Which meant that they may be putting in a lot of effort to act out a scene that wouldn't even be shown.
'Cut, cut, CUT!' Ryan bellowed. 'Joey, do you even know what your line is?'
'No, not really,' shrugged Joey. One of the ADs quickly hurried forwards, script in hand.
'Wait – I thought that guy was Joe,' whispered Heather, pulling at Darren's sleeve to get his attention.
'Please don't ask me,' Darren pleaded. 'Please.'
Beside him, Chris shook his head, an amused smile playing upon his lips, while Ryan turned to them all and ordered them back into position.
The scene ended up taking so long to film that they missed dinner. It was about ten by the time they'd finished, at which point Darren was just about ready to collapse into a deep slumber and never wake. But of course, Chris wouldn't let him just sleep on the ground. Instead, he was prodded out the door and towards the car park.
'I hope you know that this is all your fault,' Darren said as they neared his car.
'How is this my fault?' asked Chris, curious.
'If you hadn't told Ryan who the StarKids were, he'd never have become enough of a fan to invite them on set, and we wouldn't have missed dinner,' Darren hissed, listing out the points on his fingers. 'Therefore, this is all your fault.'
'Well, that may be the case,' shrugged Chris. 'But you should know that the amount I care about your convoluted theories ... is a percent equivalent to zero. Just sayin'.' Darren's jaw dropped, while Chris tossed him a smirk before all but flouncing away.
'Seriously?' he shouted after his friend. 'Seriously? That's your comeback?'
His only answer was the laughter echoing in the still silence.
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Thought it was about time Chris's inner StarKid started talking too ;)
Let me know what you think! Don't forget to see if you can spot all the references!
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