In which Angel and Lizzy aren't blind to pop culture but Margo is the real meme queen, George is a confused millennial, Alex and James don't get it but that's okay.

Disclaimer: I own none of these references. Most of them are just common knowledge but if any of the vines, memes, whatever are yours, don't hesitate to tell me and I'll remove it from this chapter. Also, Lawrence and George are very much based of real teachers. *sigh*

JUST TO CLARIFY-

Herc is still Irish, Laf is French and Jewish but that'll be touched on later, Alex, James and Rachel are Latino, that's been mentioned, Ronnie, Daisy, George and Lawrence are African-American, Cole is Italian (specifically Sicilian), Aiyana is Cherokee (look, I just liked the name, no shade to Piper- full shade to Rick.), the Schuyler/Sky sisters are different ethnicities- adopted- but again, I haven't touched on that yet. I have to save some plot points. Woody is the whitest white boy. I haven't decided about the rest of them.

ALSO UNRELATED BUT I MET SOMEONE NAMED HERMAN AND LET OUT A PTERODACTYL SCREECH BECAUSE AVPM IS MY LIFE.

They decided to take a break (and get awayyyyyyyyy-run away with us for the summer, let's go upstate) after the end of That Would Be Enough and reconvened with the Warrington's in George's classroom.

"HELLO GORGEOUS PEOPLE! WE HAVE RETURNED FROM BEING BLESSED WITH THE BEAUTY OF OUR QUEEN PHILLIPA SOO'S BEAUTIFUL VOICE!" Margo screamed.

"Tallmadge, you're back!" The former General rushed to embrace Bridget and gesture wildly to three other people (ignoring Margo entirely). "I can't believe-"

"I know! Uh, this is Cole Bagnoli, Woody Hull and Aiyana Strapps. They used to be Caleb, Abe and Anna respectively." Cole (who was...by his features and last name, probably Italian), Woody and Aiyana (who was clearly Native American) waved.

"Wait!" Angel scowled. "Is everyone from the 1700's at this school?"

*crickets*

"Great! I should have just accepted that invitation from Yale."

"No." Rachel shook her head quickly. "Yale is mostly the 1500's. Pretty sure King Henry the 8th and all his wives are there..."

Angel moaned, dropping her head into her hands.

"Great."

John chuckled at that, dropping into a random chair and leaning back.

Awkward silence fell around the room because when have teenagers and young adults ever not been awkward?

"Well, if you guys have nothing to do, you can help me grade stuff!" Lawrence offered. "Not you, James, you'll sneak a good grade onto your own papers."

James cursed under his breath.

"Can someone read this out loud?" The older Warrington brother passed a paper to Lizzy.

"Lawrence! Stop exploiting them." George scolded.

"CAN SOMEONE READ IT?!" Lawrence said again because older siblings do be like that sometimes.

"No, I cannot." Lizzy said seriously.

"YO WHADDUP, MY NAME'S JARED?!" Aiyana screeched, leaning over to high-five the girl. "Omg, Eliza Schuyler knows vines?!"

"Uh yeah, I sure hope it does!" Angel smirked at her adopted sister. "We're not clueless about those. I'm Angel. Angelica Schuyler. Nice to meet you."

"Did you just call her an it?" James blinked in confusion.

"Well yeah." Herc rolled his eyes at his roomate. "ROAD WORK AHEAD, James. Like, seriously, what the _, Richard?"

Rachel blanched at his language. "Excuse you? Ugh, never mind. That's Herc Morton, he was Hercules Mulligan, that's John Lawrence, you should be able to figure that out. Alex Hash, his brother James, Edward, Lafayette, Margo Sky- Peggy-, and I'm Rachel, George's wife. I used to be Rachel Faucette."

Aiyana gasped and her and Bridget both began bowing to the woman. Rachel laughed gently.

"Woody?" Bridget's eyebrows scrunched together suddenly. "You good?"

"Why do you have a steering wheel in here?" Woody blurted out, walking over to grab it and inspect it.

"I'm in ma mum's caaaaaaaar." Laf stage-whispered, the fake Scottish accent mixing with his natural French one and sounding...um...yeah...

"BROOM BROOM!" Herc chuckled, resisting the urge to yell 'BRAH' instead (no one would have let him live that down.)

"Get out me car." John fake-scowled.

"Awwwwwwwwww." Lizzy and Aiyana (and if that wasn't friendship goals, Margo mused, nothing was.) pouted in unison.

"What are they talking about?" Alex mumbled.

"I don't know." James shrugged. See, here's the thing: when you're from a poor town on an island where's not good wifi and your foster father's a single carpenter who doesn't have that much income...you don't exactly spend all your time watching vines.

"Oh man, have I got stuff to show you two." Edward chuckled, wrapping an arm around Alex's shoulders. He'd been lucky enough to move to New York at the ripe old age of 6.

"We will upgrade you to galaxy brains." Margo promised. "Then you can both be the cat and not the screaming woman."

Suddenly, Cole gasped, sitting straight up.

"What's wrong?" John frowned at him.

"W...W...W..."

"Yes?" Alex shrunk back, almost fearing the answer.

"WHAT ARE THOSE?!" The Italian finally exploded, pointing at Lawrence's bare feet.

"That's a foot." George blinked.

"No." Woody practically wheezed. "It's an avocado! Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks!"

"Don't you mean FRE-SHA-VACA-DO!?" Angel grinned.

"I mean, all these vines are astronomical." Margo giggled. "Like, 500% better to listen to than Kahoot music."

"I wouldn't go that far." Alex, who had played Kahoot plenty of times in high school interrupted.

"Kahoot music's pretty great." Edward agreed.

"I've never heard it."

Everyone stared at Aiyana in shock.

"Aight, Imma head out now." The Cherokee girl muttered, tucking a long lock of braided brown hair behind her ear.

Margo sighed. "Even meme royalty must fall sometimes."

"Why can't you people talk about normal things?" George groaned. "Like...I don't know, your favorite season!"

"I like autumn." Herc offered. "Also, September is when Hogwarts starts so..."

"IT'S SEPTEMBER AND I'M SKIPPING THIS TOWN!" Bridget yelled, punching the air. Herc blinked in confusion.

"YEAH, IT'S NO MYSTERY, THERE'S NOTHING HERE FOR ME NOW!" Margo added instinctively.

"I've gotta get back to Hogwarts!" That was James.

"I've gotta get back to schoooooooool." Alex.

"I've gotta get back to Hogwarts." Edward.

"When everyone thinks I'm cooooooooool." Cole.

"Huh?" Lizzy blinked.

"It's only the most totally awesome opening song in the history of musical theater." Margo rolled her eyes at her sister, who lightly smacked the back of her head.

"Even better than the boss Zefron poster in Dumbles's office." Alex told his wife (ex-wife? But they weren't divorced...ugh, this was confusing). "But not as great as red vines."

"Yeah." Cole nodded, reaching over to high-five the founder of Caleb Brewsters precious Coast Guard (even Cole could roll his eyes at how his former self had been obsessed). "Cuz red vines are super-mega-foxy-awesome-hot. Like Cho ChaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAANG!"

"Well, I don't FIND this surprising." Bridget winked.

"Um, anyway...uh...um..."

And now they were back where they started with nothing to talk about.
Because such is the life of a teenager/young adult/tired millennial.

"But seriously." Angel held up a hand. "I'd rather be in the Hunger Games than Hogwarts."

"Angel...you okay?" James asked with uncertainty, staring at her.

"Yeah. Just super tired of Rowling's twitter account."

"Oh honey, I'm with you." Aiyana snorted.

"Well, is anyone actually going to read the paper out loud for me?" Lawrence snapped.

"Oh yeahhhhhhh." Lizzy nodded. "Sure."

Welp, worst chapter + ending I've ever written. (And that's saying something o_0)

I JUST REALIZED THERE IS NO PLOT HERE.
JUST 20 PEOPLE FACING INTERNAL STRUGGLES.
OH NO.

This is disappointing.

Meh. Bye beautiful readers (please review, they are my only motivation.)