I decided to move my Author's Note, or at least respond to reviews, up here. I feel like I haven't talked to you guys as much lately, and that's totally my fault. So, I'm going to respond to some of the reviews!

7RedCards: I always planned on putting Molly in! She's one of my favorite characters and I knew I just had to put her into this story. She appears earlier on in chapter 7 at the airport with Javier when he gives her sister, Hilda, her medicine back. She has a pretty big role as a side character in this story and I think you'll like where her arc goes. Also, her sister and parents (Tim and Helen) are a-okay and you'll see plenty of them soon.

Somebody: Yep, Nick is so awkward. Given his behavior in Season 2, I'm thinking he's the total opposite of Luke when it comes to the ladies, but Molly must see something in him.

DizzyTerror: Yay, I'm glad you're into Nick/Molly (Nolly?), too! I've kinda been shipping them since mid-Season 2, which was nearly three years ago, so now I guess I'm the captain of this ship. Both of them deserve a happy ending!

Now, onto the chapter!


There are two things you must know when you begin your time at Stone Mountain: one, share your locker with your friend! If you decide to keep on visiting your locker throughout the day, you'll never make it to class, and if you carry all your books you'll look like a freshman. Never look like a freshman. So, if you got a buddy near one of your classes, throw your books in their locker and vice versa. It's better than running to the other side of the building every period. Two, know the lore of the school.

There has been a lot of stuff happening over the years that have become inside jokes or larger than life stories, repeated more fictitiously every year for the new kids. There's never a dull moment at Stone Mountain. Like when Jordan Callaghan was caught smoking weed in Mr. Smith's class, or the time where Jessica Kelly and Brandon Geoffrey had sex in the bathroom of the teacher's lounge, or the time the chess club hired strippers after they won a tournament…

Yep, never a dull moment at Stone Mountain, and Duck loved every minute of it. It was his second year as a high school student- he was no longer a dreaded freshman- and this was going to be the best year yet! He didn't have to worry about fitting in, college, or any other stressful shit! Duck had his own group of friends, his buddy Gabe was going to be coming in as a freshman, he picked easy courses, and was having a blast playing varsity baseball. Life was great!

At least, that's what he thought. Then, Gabe had to go off and get himself drafted onto the team straight out of eighth grade.

Now, it wasn't Gabe's fault that Stone Mountain picked him up; Duck knew that. The younger boy graduated from middle school with a shit ton of scholarships from a dozen or so other high schools in the area- all of them for baseball. The kid was a natural. But, what made him so special wasn't his skills; though Gabe adamantly denied it, the probable reason why these schools wanted him was for his name only. Having the nephew of the most famous, beloved baseball player of the decade on their team, representing them, was a huge deal. Having said nephew be on their way to being just as talented as their uncle, winning them championship after championship? Even better!

Duck had remembered the controversy and complaints among some of the other guys when Gabe first joined them. Someone- especially an incoming freshman- being able to get onto the team without trying out had never happened before. They all had to work their asses off to get on, so Duck expected some flak. There were rumors that "Gabe couldn't actually play" and that "Javier pressured the administration to sign him up on the roster," which were laughable. Please, Duck had seen the kid play, and he was a natural. Gabe was one of the few players out there who could hit home run after home run without as so much breaking a sweat, sometimes scoring three in one game. Name one other person who can do that…

You can't!

Now, their team had always been good (they were the varsity team, duh!), and they won plenty of games before Gabe Garcia came along, but they were never really noticed. No one cared about the baseball championships except for maybe a select few, and the administration was certainly not one of them. Everyone mostly invested their time and energy into the football team. You didn't have cheerleaders dancing, mascots running around, and huge, over the top pep-rallies held whenever they got a trophy. No, it was always the football team that got the special treatment. Maybe other teams wanted to have Stoney the Mountain Lion hanging out with them…

That was the thing with Stone Mountain, if you weren't the football team, you weren't getting anything from the administration. You needed money to replace some bats? "Sorry," they'd begin, not even looking you in the eye as they all filed their paperwork, "but we're on a budget." Duck would've believed them if they weren't spending thousands upon thousands renovating the football field (basically a stadium at this point) and dutifully obeying to the team's every beck and call. Come on, it's so unfair they get a soda machine in their locker room! If the baseball team asked for one they would be laughed right out of the office.

The football players were treated as celebrities; everyone knew them by name, they dated the hottest cheerleaders and could do no wrong. So many nerds and freshman tried to kiss ass to get noticed by them- it was so sad. Oh well, Duck and his group may not have been popular, but he could sleep well knowing that he didn't prey on lower classmen girls and probably wasn't going to be an alcoholic before thirty like the star quarterback, Cameron Jones. That guy was a total asshole; he had this stupid fucking facade where he was this 'boy scout' who helped old ladies cross the street and worked at soup kitchens on Fridays. If you were on the other teams and crossed his path, you knew it was an act. The point guard on the basketball team, a senior named Jordan Carter, was raising hell last year with allegations that Cameron was pressuring his freshman sister to send him nudes. Now, Duck never really talked to Jordan much before he graduated, but Felix did. Either Jordan was really, really good at photoshop or Cameron was creeping. Given his several unfortunate encounters with Cameron and the other girls who had the same experience, Duck believed the latter.

Though he had evidence, and there was plenty of it, the administration brushed it under the rug. That's what always happens with schools- pretend it never happened, hope to God this shit never leaks, and then act surprised when the news eventually comes out and the scandal is worse than it would be if they had solved the problem in the first place. Oh well, they got to win that football championship and jerk each other off for being the best in the state again. Please, give him a break! The other Stone Mountain by the end of the city- the one with the pirates- probably didn't tolerate this!

Cameron Jones was untouchable. The guy could burn down an orphanage in front of their faces and the administration would pin the blame on someone else. It must be nice dating Jaime Johnson, the hottest girl in school. Truthfully, Duck could have cared less about Jaime; she was pretty, yeah, but so are a bunch of other girls in the school. So many of his teammates got so weird about her- they'd drop whatever they were doing if she so much looked in their direction. Duck never really cared about dating anyone, though. Still, the day Jaime Johnson noticed them would be the day pigs fly.

Well, the pigs never flew, but they were finally noticed. You could thank Gabe for that. Poor bastard; he hated the spotlight. He'd freeze up if anyone was giving him attention- even his parents made him stammer and sputter with a "good job, son!" Imagine how he reacted with over two hundred pairs of eyes staring down at him, watching his every move at the first baseball game of the season.

Yeah, it didn't go very well.

It wasn't as bad as, say, Joey asking Jaime out, but it was pretty bad. The reporters for the school and local papers were there, snapping pictures and itching for the game to end just so they could get their juicy interview. Gabe tried to ignore them, hoping they would move onto one of his teammates, but who wants to hear from Duck? Who wants to hear from Felix and how he failed his final? Those guys don't matter! Whether Gabe liked it or not, he was the leading actor in this production. Everyone else just had supporting roles. Only five minutes into the game and Gabe was already beginning to sweat as their cameras flashed loudly behind him. The spectators lost their minds when he walked out onto the field and waved timidly. Christine Bremer, the hottest girl in the sophomore class, was swooning. Normally she was drooling over one of the clowns on the football team. It hit Duck at that moment while sitting in the dugout, that nothing was ever going to be the same.

There would be no more small hang-outs at each other's houses, or going out to the ice-cream parlor together, or even having a team so close anymore. They were family. Most of them had known each other since grade school; these assholes were Duck's first friends after moving up from Fort Lauderdale when he was ten. Now… Now, they were on their way to becoming the football team- groupies, attention, and praise would become just a part of life. More kids would be inspired, want to be around Gabe, or get close to his uncle, and join the team. The tight-knit family would be pushed aside by the newer, younger faces, the passion for the sport would be lost, and the team would be a husk of what it once was.

Once a sophomore like Christine, who would normally never date anyone younger than sixteen and older than twenty-five, drools over an incoming freshman, it's over. You can't go back. Seeing Cameron Jones' face darken- his mocking grin vanish- as he held an oblivious, cheering Jaime tighter scared all of the other boys shitless. The varsity baseball team was now the football team's biggest rivals in just a span of a few hours, whether they were ready or not.

The best case scenario would be that Gabe lost. As horrible as it sounded (because who wants a friend to fail?), if he made a fool of himself, the interest in him would die, and the team would be able to go on with their lives. Hey, he'd even be left alone, though suffer some humiliation. It even seemed it was going that way for a while, so for a second, they all sighed in relief.

But, no, Gabe had to save it with a home run and hit it right out of the park.

Goddamn it, Gabe.

He wasn't even excited about hitting it. His shoulders were slumped and his head was down as he walked to the bases before coming back to the dugout. The crowd thought he was being sarcastic and pulling their legs like good ol' uncle Javi because they lost their minds. Like, full out standing ovation. Mr. Wilson, their principal, came out on the field and gave a speech, declaring that this was a "new era for Stone Mountain."

Funny, if Gabe was not related to anyone special, would they even be there to watch the game? Probably not.

Christine Bremer didn't waste any time introducing herself to the younger boy; she gave him her phone number, went on and on about how impressed she was, and then they made out. Yeah, it escalated pretty quickly. Thankfully, Duckie was there to control the situation before things got too crazy. Let's not be exactly like uncle Javi, okay? Their romance was destined to be tragic- anyone with a half a brain could see what was happening- except for poor, naive Gabe. Christine was one of those girls who usually dated guys to gain something. Now, Duck wasn't bashing in any way; manipulating idiots to get what you want probably makes you crazy smart! God, he would not want to fuck with her. But, Gabe was one of those idiots, and it was pretty sad to watch his friend be played like a damn fiddle. She was so desperate to meet uncle Javi that it wasn't funny. On one of their few dates, when Gabe took her to their usual hang out at the mall, Duck counted every time she brought up Javier. Literally, every conversation she started, and everything she said, was all about the MLB player.

He thought that he was crazy-making stuff up- until Sarah commented on it. She's always able to notice the littlest, seemingly insignificant things. Becca was too busy trying not to murder Gabe to care. It got real old, real quick seeing the couple display their... affections for one another pretty publicly. For that single week, all of Gabe's post on Twitter and Instagram were just pictures of the two and long rants about how much he adored her. She did the same to play along. Duck was ready to block them both after Christine posted that stupid fucking picture of Beauty and the Beast captioned "every beauty needs her beast" and tagged him in it. Talk about gag-inducing!

It made the inevitable breakup so much worse (and hilarious). He was so in love with her and he just couldn't comprehend how this could happen. Dude, all the signs were there; you can't blame anyone but yourself for being too stupid not to notice. They all warned him, too. Gabe nearly decked Harry for telling the truth. Becca had a field day playing that Kanye West song on the drive to the mall. "Wow!" She said sarcastically, a shit-eating grin on her face as she turned up the volume on the radio, "you really are just like your uncle!"

Though they were only dating for a week (maybe not even), it hit Gabe hard. Really, really hard. Like calling one of them in the middle of the night while sobbing in his bathtub hard. Now, Duck had felt bad at first- it was the kid's first girlfriend, and he wasn't sadistic like Becca, but there's a point where you draw the line. You gotta draw that line in the sand and say "enough." You can't keep tolerating being woken up at two in the morning to hear your friend break down because his ex posted a picture with her new, older, more attractive boyfriend. Sometimes, the best love is tough love. He drew that line when Gabe started crying in the mall because he passed by Victoria's Secrets, and apparently, that was Christine's favorite store. Hey, that place may remind you of your ex, but you're giving people passing by the wrong vibe. They didn't need to be put on a list, thank you.

The whole team was worried that it was going to affect Gabe out on the field. If the guy's up at in the early hours of the morning stalking this chick's Instagram, odds are he's not sleeping, and if he's not sleeping his head's not in the game, and if his head's not in the game… Well, then they're all fucked. They couldn't brush this off by saying that Gabe sucked all along and let the hype die because Stone Mountain knew that he was good. They were too invested now to just give up, and the student body would think of them as jokes. It was just like the glee club all over again!

God, it would be the end of the team if they became like the glee club!

Desperate times call for desperate measures, and that's where Clementine came in. If Gabe needed another girlfriend to play well, Duck was willing to scour the ends of the earth to find him one. All of the guys were. It was easy to find a girl- they just needed to find one that could be able to stomach Gabe for more than five minutes. Now, that was the hard part. Duck, at this point, hadn't seen Clementine in years when he stumbled upon a tagged picture of her on Instagram. When he was new in the neighborhood, the little nine-year-old had been the first one to introduce herself and offer him a chance to swim in her big pool. While she seemed sweet, Clementine became a mischievous, little hell-raiser when the adults were no longer paying attention. The last time they interacted was five years ago when she had put a bug on his pillow after his family invited her to the cabin to fish. Oh, she was definitely perfect for Gabe- they were two birds of a feather. Assholes got to stick together.

He didn't tell her about the plan because no way would she have gone, but everything was going great. After a day talking to her, Gabe would be like "who's Christine?" Clementine was way better looking than her!

Sometimes, things fall apart. One minute, there isn't a cloud in the sky, and then all of a sudden there's a hurricane heading your way. Gabe still played fine, thankfully. All was well in the world until the freshman had to open his stupid fucking mouth and reveal the whole plan.

But, it's fine. Duck knew that in the end, he was a selfless hero simply doing the best for his team. He would take the L for those assholes. The left side of his face was raw from having the ever-loving shit slapped out of him, but it was for the greater good.

Jesus died on the cross to save everybody and Duck got beat up by a small, petite teenage girl and humiliated on WorldStar to save his team. Beat that, Kanye!


"So, what flavor of ice cream do you like, Clem?"

"Oh, could I get a water ice, please? Cherry?"

"Of course, sweetheart! Here, I'm going to order- you kids find a place to sit, okay?"

They were in a local ice cream parlor. The Garcia's would meet with them in a little bit; Javier's girlfriend was holding them up. Apparently, she has to have a three-hour power nap or else she's miserable for the rest of the night. So, they were all stuck outside their van waiting for her to wake up. Models are weird. It left Duck alone with Clementine, and while he was mad as hell at Gabe, he'd rather not be stuck alone with her.

He thought Becca was scary when she got mad, but Clem was something else. She could, and probably would murder a man. Yo, Javi's girlfriend better wake up soon, or he's a goner!

As soon as Kenny walks away, Clementine's smile drops into a scowl. Her piercing, light amber eyes stare into Duck's soul. The teenage boy lets out an uneasy laugh before motioning her to a table in the corner of the room.

"You're still mad, I see," he begins as Clementine plops down on a chair. Her eyes never leave him. "Well, I really am sorry..."

The girl tapped on the table and Duck gulped when her eyes narrowed. "I hate liars."

"Look, I know it wasn't cool to do that to you," he put his hands up, "and I'm sorry-"

"There's a but," she replied.

Damn, she was good.

"Yeah," Duck sighed, running a hand through his hair, "there's a but. There's always one, isn't there?" His attempt to make her smile fails. "Trust me, I didn't want to do it-"

"Jesus, get on it with it."

"Alright, alright, jeez! No need to bite my head off! You see, I was going to tell you what happened before you decided to slap box me." Okay, he needed to stop himself because at this rate they were going to reenact Rock'em Sock'em Robots again. "The baseball team is kind of in a rough spot right now."

"I don't understand, you guys were playing fine today."

Duck waved her off. "It's not about playing well… Actually, yeah it kinda is, but there's more to it."

"So, you didn't just bring me to help you win a stupid trophy?" Her brows furrowed.

"No, Clem, the reason I brought you here was because I thought you could save our team," Duck began in a hushed tone and leaned forward. This was a conversation only they needed to hear. "We are a train about to go off the rails- it's already happening- and it's not going to be pretty when we crash."

Clementine's anger is turning into curiosity as she cocks her head to the side. That's good! Not wanting to murder him is great! She bites her lip and glanced around the room. "Are you guys, like, in trouble or something?"

"Huge trouble."

"Like, people are going to get arrested or die trouble?"

"Well, I mean, our team and social lives could die," Duck said.

"This is about Gabe, isn't it?"

He nodded. "If anything, it's about Javier. Gabe's just as much of a victim here as the rest of us… We weren't really noticed by Stone Mountain before Gabe joined. Yeah, we had our pep-rallies here and there, but no one really cared about us-"

"Until they had the nephew of an MLB player on their team…"

"Exactly!" Duck cried, "that's exactly it!"

"How is that a bad thing, though?" Clementine asked, now playing with the menu on the table. The blue, laminated paper reflects the LED lights on the ceiling right into his eye. "Don't you guys, like, want to get noticed?"

"Not really, no," he replied. Sports movies may have had this grand idea that every team wants to win the gold, make it big, and beat the football team, but that's not real life. "I like being irrelevant, thank you." Duck sighed. "The school's invested in us, the student body is watching every little thing we do, and if we fuck up it's over. We'll become the new glee club!"

"The glee club?"

Ah, the glee club. They were a small, modest club made up of about twenty people who sang Broadway songs after school. Mostly consisting of theater nerds, they didn't bother anyone and no one bothered them; they were in their own bubble. That all changed though when that TV show came out a couple years ago. You know, the one about the high school kids with more drama than the Kardashians singing shitty covers of shitty pop songs? Duck was never into it- he was too young when it was at it's prime- but the students were.

Apparently, people are really, really into mashups of Katy Perry and Nirvana. Becca and Sarah were freshmen when it was huge, and the latter had joined the club. Everyone and their mother was signing up for it. The administration saw the dollar signs and pushed it everywhere. There wasn't a day where they weren't announcing merchandise or concerts. The original theater nerds, the tight-knit family that built it from the ground up, were pushed out. By the end of 2012, the original twenty students were now two hundred and thirty wannabe idols, cheerleaders, jocks trying to get in their pants, and weird kids. According to Sarah, they didn't even sing; they just argued over what songs to do.

It was a miracle they lasted as long as they did, but all good (terrible) things have to come to an end. Eventually, the show died, thankfully, and they all had moved on to grander, more organized clubs. Singing and dancing out your feelings was so five years ago! Werewolves, murders, and haunted hotels were all the rage today! Seeing that no one gave a shit about the club anymore and that the theater nerds refused to go back, Stone Mountain pulled the funds. On August 26th, 2016, the glee club was officially defunct and no one gave a fuck. Everyone was sick of the club after constantly having it shoved in their faces for four years.

Clementine's nose crinkled, her eyes narrowed. "I don't understand how you could wind up like them," she replied. "You guys don't sing-"

"No," he face-palmed, "no, it's not about that. It's about the investment the school put into it. All these random guys are trying to get on the team, the administration is breathing down our necks, and if we fuck this up we're going to lose all of that!"

"But isn't that what you want? You're confusing me."

"We want it, but if we lose the administration decides to pull our funds we're done. That's it- the end of varsity baseball as we know it."

"They wouldn't disband the team," Clementine said.

"Oh, really? The wrestling team thought the same thing!"

Kenny comes over with their ice-cream and puts it down on the table before going back to Katjaa. "Thank you," the girl calls out before beginning to eat. "Who cares about wrestling?" She asked in between spoonfuls of her water ice. "Baseball is, like, America's pastime."

"Trust me, they'll pull the funding if we're phased out. These new guys are signing up just to say they played with Javier Garcia's nephew and try to kiss his ass. Once the interest dies, they'll join some other club, and there will be no one left who cares," Duck replied.

Clementine licked her now red stained lips and rolled her eyes. "You know, if you had just been honest and told me all of this before, I would've been okay with it, dumb ass. I thought you were just trying to hook us up because you were being gross." She frowned. "I'm sorry for slapping you… I got aggro, and that wasn't cool."

"It's fine, I guess. I mean, your hand is probably permanently branded on my face, but it's fine." Was he passive-aggressive enough? "I'm on WorldStar now, so I guess that's cool."

"What's WorldStar?" The younger girl brow's furrowed as she took another bite of her water ice.

"Ah, geez… It's…"

The door to the parlor opens- the shopkeeper's bell echoes throughout the store- and the Garcia's walk in. Mariana's happily rambling what she wants to her father, who looks like he's ready to commit murder, at a rapid-fire pace. Kate's constantly glancing over at Javier with a hint of jealousy as he publicly displays his affection to his girlfriend. Oh boy, if David didn't notice this he was either stupid, ignoring it, or maybe a little bit of both. Then there was Gabe, strutting in like the most confident, cocky motherfucker in the world, before sitting down beside Duck.

"Hey," he said as Duck let out a groan, "you got something on your cheek there."

"Fuck you."

Gabe gasped and put a hand to his chest. "Wow, rude much?"

Clementine rolled her eyes and shoved more water ice in her mouth. To be quite honest, she had forgotten how good it tasted. It had been four- close to five- years since she ate one. When she went down the shore or to Savannah, her parents would buy her a cup of it all the time. It didn't mean much to her then, but, well, you always appreciate the little things when they're gone.

The stool beside her squeaks and she turned to see Mariana grinning at her. The ten-year-old is holding her own ice cream, a mix of chocolate and vanilla, in a waffle bowl. "Hey, Clementine!"

"Hi, Mariana," Clementine greeted her with a smile. "How're you doing?"

"Better now that I have my ice cream." Mariana leaned forward slightly and examined the other's hat. "Wow, it looks pretty good… Your hat, I mean. Though, your water ice looks pretty good, too."

She took off her hat; the large, obnoxious autograph was barely visible. "Yeah, you did a good job getting it out," Clementine replied. "Thanks again."

Duck and Gabe are still ignoring each other. Clementine can't help but be slightly concerned as the two boys both eat their ice cream, arms crossed, and refuse to even make eye contact. Jesus, when the world had ended, tensions like this could tear a group apart. She had seen it happen personally. Mariana notices her uneasiness; a reassuring smile grows on her face as she nudges her shoulder. "Hey," she began, "they get like this all the time. Trust me, in five minutes all will be well again. Guys are weird like that… They don't hold grudges."

Sure enough, not even a minute later, Gabe turns to the other. "You up for a game of Overwatch tonight?"

Duck hesitates for a moment, making an almost inhuman groan, before sighing. "Yeah, sure, why not. It depends on what time we get back, though."

"Dude, you'll be up anyway, come on."

He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess you're right… Is Becca playing?"

"I think so," Gabe pulled out his phone. "I'm going to text her and see if she wants in."

Clementine didn't know what Overwatch was, but she didn't really care. She was absolutely fascinated how they could hate each other one minute but then be friends again the next. You couldn't afford to be that forgiving before… She couldn't afford it. Teenage boys, though, were truly fickle creatures.

It was almost as if the events of the last few hours never happened. Duck and Gabe were happily chatting away about their 'mains'- whatever that meant- like Tracer, Diva, and Soldier 76. From what she could gather, the two played with a bunch of other people nearly every night. Clementine didn't play a lot of video games; when she was younger she loved this series called Kingdom Hearts, but she hadn't touched her old PS2 in forever. All this video game talk was foreign to her.

"Hey, my dad talked to Pete and he said you can come down to the cabin next Friday," Duck said while munching on his cone. "Make sure you bring some games with you."

"Should I bring, like, a rod or something?"

Duck shook his head. "Nah," he replied, "Pete's got you covered. He's got some of Nick's old stuff in the shed."

Pete? Nick? The names are eerily familiar, and Clementine's ears perk up, but she brushes it off as simply a coincidence. There were tons of people named Nick and Pete… No way could it be the same ones she knew.

Then again, she hadn't of expected to encounter the Garcia's, Jane, Troy, and Kenny either.

"Is Luke coming?"

Wait, nope, this was definitely her old group. Holy shit. This was getting creepy…

Duck cringed. "Listen, about Luke," he put a hand on Gabe's shoulder. "I'll tell you in the chat tonight, but you're not going to be a happy camper."

"What? Oh God, did he finally die from liver failure?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "No, no, unfortunately," Clementine could hear him mutter the last word under his breath.

"Hey, kids," she nearly jumps out of her seat when she hears David's voice come out of nowhere. Clementine whips her head around to see him towering behind her. "Finish up. We're leaving in five minutes."

Gabe nodded. "What's the game plan?"

"I don't know. Kenny's talking about going to the pharmacy-" Thank you, Kenny, Clementine thought. "Kate wants to hit the bookstore, and your uncle and Jess really, really want to go to that baby boutique." The older man glances around the room before putting a hand near his mouth and whispering with a grin. "I think you guys are going to have a baby cousin."

Gabe and Mariana's jaws nearly hit the floor. The little girl squealed and did a happy jig in her seat while Gabe was in shock. Clementine stared at Duck, who was frozen, still in mid-bite of his cone. Perhaps, the Javier she knew during her time in the New Frontier would have made a good father, but this douchebag? No way, that poor baby didn't have a chance with Javi and his air-headed girlfriend as their parents.

Tragic.


A/N: It's weird watching teenage boys argue. One minute they hate each other and then the next everything is fine again. Gabe and Duck are presumably no different. They also totally play Overwatch.

So far, we've had two casualties so far in this series.

- The Glee Club: Everyone in my school joined that club when Glee was at it's peak. I remember the show being okay, like, it wasn't great but not horrible, but I can't see Duck being a fan of it. Jaime and Sarah, though? Yeah, they probably were super into it before other shows like Teen Wolf and Pretty Little Liars came out. Poor Jane probably had High School Musical and all those other songs stuck in her head for years afterwards. Clementine doesn't even know what any of the shows mentioned are except for High School Musical... God, that's so sad.

- Duck's pride

RIP.

Is there going to be a mini Javier roaming about? Dear God I hope not... You guys will just have to find out next time.