Turns out Martha wasn't the only nerd who had memorized the entire script to The Princess Bride. Ram and Kurt were pretty good at acting out a lot of the scenes almost word for word.

They'd found a couple microwave bags of popcorn and The Princess Bride buried at the bottom of the movie basket ("because of course they'd have it" Heather had said, and they did).

I never thought in all my life I would be watching The Princess Bride with the three most popular girls in school while the star linebacker and quarterback take turns enacting romance scenes with a girl who's made fun of for her weight. I think Ram wanted Heather to be Buttercup because she's blonde, but then decided Heather was too scary to fight for her. Martha knows the lines anyway. I think we've chucked more popcorn at them than we've eaten. Let's just say Kurt and Ram are in football and not drama for a reason.

The movie ended and Kurt, Ram, and Martha took a bow while Heather threw a fist full of popcorn at them. "You suck! I want my money back!" she jeered (Veronica suspected she was more trying to find an excuse not to eat the popcorn).

"As you wish!" Ram giggled and got more popcorn thrown at him.

"Hey pick that up!" Veronica scolded. "You're going to have to clean up the mess you made."

Heather stuck her tongue out but started to sweep up the popcorn. "Well that didn't even kill two hours," Heather complained as she dumped the floor popcorn in the trash. "Now what?" she asked Heather and Heather, who were still in the loveseat and had refused to gut up as Kurt and Ram pushed it back in place.

"We could go outside?" Kurt suggested, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Veronica thought he'd started to look antsy towards the last thirty minutes of the movie. "Ram and I, we didn't do our workout yesterday."

"There's not much you could do," Heather said wrinkling her nose and finally getting up. "Not that I could see. I guess you could do pushups with us sitting on your back."

"It's be better than nothing," Kurt shrugged. "Ram and I will be going back into football senior year and I don't want to spend all summer…"

"Yeah I get that, I go back into drill squad," Heather muttered crossing her arms.

"Fine, I guess," Heather sighed, still in the chair. "But I'm going to have to ask for sunscreen first."

"The redhead does not tan," JD snickered, earning him a sharp glare from her.

"Neither does the blonde," Heather added raising her hand. "SPF 1000 please."

"Come on Heather, I'll get your back," Heather offered, elegantly rising from the loveseat and straightening out her skirt.

"We're not waiting on you," Heather said opening the door outside. "Kurt, Ram, looks like you're going to have to warm up with me and Martha."

"Well I don't know about me, I think I'll just watch," Martha flushed.

"Nah, if I can bench press Kurt, you'll be a piece of cake," Ram waved her off, Martha flushed even deeper.

"You coming Veronica?" she squeaked.

"Sorry, Veronica's a vampire due to her lack of going outside all her life," Veronica answered. "She incinerates in the sun quicker than the redhead."

"JD spontaneously combusts upon the removal of his trench coat," JD said when Martha turned to him.

"You'll spontaneously combust if you go outside with your trench coat on in this heat too," Heather remarked before walking outside. Ram and Kurt followed, and after a second of internal debating, Martha.

It's the second day and everyone's already stir-crazy. The movie was nice, but it only lasted an hour and a half and no one wants to spend all day watching movies anyway. They're all going outside now to watch Kurt and Ram exercise (without their shirts on, trust me it'll get to that). Well, JD and I aren't, and Heather and Heather have gone off to get sunscreen. JD by the way…

Veronica looked up at him from where he was now sitting across the couch from her. "So Kurt said I have a cute ass," Veronica said grinning.

"Where the hell did he get that idea from?" JD asked back, smiling mischievously.

"I think it was the shower sex," Veronica teased, "great way to look at someone's ass you know, being naked and all."

JD rolled his eyes, "You didn't actually have shower sex, quit teasing."

"I didn't have shower sex?" Veronica fake gasped.

He snorted. "You'd have to take your trench coat off."

"Ah yes, the spontaneous combustion, how could I forget?" Veronica crossed her arms.

"Heard it's terrible for your overall wellbeing, exploding an all." He pretended to sound concerned.

"Side effects may include death," she quipped without thinking.

"Everything's side effects include death," he deadpanned, Veronica let out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding. "What did Fleming ask you?" his question caught her by surprise, she hadn't been thinking about that at all.

"If I liked everyone, same question she asked everyone else," Veronica told him uncertainly.

JD's asking about Dr. Fleming, I can't tell if he's talking about me or himself finally.

"I have a feeling your questions were different," he replied smoothly.

There it is, he's aware I'm watching him, of what I think. Or what he thinks I think.

"Possibly, why would you think that?" she asked carefully, he still sounded playful.

JD's always so hard to gauge, why does he sound so natural about this? Does he really think I'm that nosey?

"Your reaction to Heather last night mainly, and your tendency to… equivocate," he named off.

"So you've noticed that," she confirmed, he was looking at her like when they'd first met, soft but inquisitive. "Am I even allowed to tell you that? Confidentiality and all."

He shrugged, "That's for the therapist, we can choose to tell each other whatever we want."

"What do you want me to tell you then?" she cocked her head to the side, examining him for anything else but he gave nothing.

"Okay lovebirds, get a room!" Heather suddenly interrupted their conversation. "Preferably Veronica's because it actually has a door."

Veronica whipped her head about to glare at her.

Making a joke about JD not having a door? The hell Heather? What's your damage? You're so aware, why would you say something so flippant?

"Sleeping your way through everyone, aren't you?" JD chuckled, drawing Veronica's attention back to him. He seemed unaffected by Heather's comment, though Veronica knew that meant absolutely nothing.

"Please, you didn't actually have sex with Kurt and Ram, they didn't even have sex themselves." Veronica could feel Heather's eye roll.

"Are you coming Veronica?" Heather inquired, holding up a bottle of sunscreen.

"And miss Kurt and Ram without their shirts on?" Veronica joked.

"It'll be very," Heather promised, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder (Heather crossed her arms indignantly and walked out).

"What's the SPF on that sunscreen?" Veronica asked, taking the bottle.

"One-thirty-five," Heather answered. "I still wish there was a pool though," she sighed wistfully, following Heather outside.

Guess I'm off to "ogle" at Kurt and Ram's muscles, looks like I'm going to have to leave you here.

"Me too," JD said, after Heather had left. Veronica looked at him as she started applying sunscreen to her arms. He was looking at the spot Heather had been standing at.

"Are you coming?" she asked.

"Would it be a good idea?" he shot back.

"Kurt and Ram will be shirtless, if that wink meant anything," she tried to sound lighthearted and not worried.

"Who would want to miss that?" he was smiling again. She wanted to say he was faking it but didn't want to bet on it.

JD had managed to fine a small sliver of shade so he didn't spontaneously combust by taking his trench coat off or keeping it on. Heather was sitting in front of Kurt and Ram doing splits Veronica could only dream of doing. Martha was on Ram's back (to her delight) while Veronica, Heather, and Heather had all piled onto Kurt despite his protests. "I can't bench press three hundred pounds yet! Get off Heather!" he said laying face first in the grass.

Heather grumbled something indignant but climbed off and sat next to Heather. "Five!" Ram called triumphantly.

"You got a head start!" Kurt accused as she started doing pushups.

"How many can you do?" Heather questioned, bending over Kurt's shoulder as if to try to look him in the face.

"Fifteen," Kurt responded, gritting his teeth.

"Twelve," Ram corrected, as he finished.

"What's the difference?" Veronica inquired idly.

"A lot," Kurt said pointedly, sitting up on his knees. "Twelve Kurt." It sounded like he was telling a small child the number of cookies they were restricted to.

"Maybe we should do some yoga?" Heather offered. "I could teach yoga."

"I don't do that," Veronica pointed to her splits as Kurt counted to twelve.

"You don't need to be able to, it's just stretching," Heather explained, moving from the splits so crisscross.

"I'm down," Heather of course agreed.

"Sounds like a good idea," Ram nudged Kurt after he was finished.

"I guess," Kurt muttered.

"Great!" Heather hopped up eagerly, everyone slowly followed suit.

Veronica looked over at JD, who obviously had no plans to join them. He had a laid-back posture like he didn't really care what was going on but she knew he was watching them closely and probably with some amusement. She wished she were over with him instead, notebook in hand. Veronica tried to watch him back out of the corner of her eye but at one point he managed to slip away without anyone else noticing. He returned about ten minutes later with a tray of something colorful laid out on it.

"Popsicles!" Martha observed rushing over.

"It took you ten minutes to get popsicles?" Veronica raised an eyebrow.

"No scissors," JD wrinkled his nose and handed her her notebook.

"That's stupid," Heather commented, taking a yellow one and handing a red one to Heather. "We're lucky they didn't take our shoelaces."

"Does this mean that if we want more it's going to take another ten minutes?" Ram complained as he finished his now melted popsicle in one gulp, getting an agreed mumble from almost everyone else who had finished their popsicle except for Heather and Kurt.

"I'm sorry but a popsicle is not worth my ten minutes of my time or dignity," Heather said, adjusting her hat for what had to be the eleventh time since they'd been outside. Somehow she'd managed not to dye her lips the color of her popsicle unlike everyone else. "I wish we could leave because I'd absolutely kill for a Slurpee right now."

Does JD look like the kind of person to actually kill someone over a Seven-Eleven Slurpee, I don't know, maybe it's just because his lips are purple from his popsicle. Kurt hasn't even eaten his which is now totally melted. He's looking at it like it holds the answers to the universe.

Ram noticed his friend and lightly tapped him on the shoulder, snapping Kurt out of whatever trance he'd been in.

I bet it's still more insightful than Dr. Fleming.

Notes: Hey! This is probably what a more normal updating schedule will be like, long and at random times. I was also a little distracted writing out another part before I forgot what I wanted to do. Good idea? Who knows. So, a lot of you (and by a lot I mean two but it's more than I'm used to), have commented saying they're interested in seeing Kurt's anxiety which actually makes me really nervous. I don't want to write something that's inaccurate or misrepresenting, but now that I know there are people reading this who have anxiety who want to see a good depiction of that in a character they like I really feel the pressure not to mess up. And I'm not saying this to guilt trip anyone, I hope it doesn't sound like that, I just think I need to take a moment to address Kurt and his anxiety and how that's going to be shown.
So obviously Kurt doesn't have anxiety like Evan Hansen, it's not terribly visible up front. On top of that Veronica's kind of self absorbed, she doesn't have the insight that Heather does, she wouldn't really notice the smaller cues and associate them with anxiety. So most of Kurt's anxiety is in his head and Veronica doesn't have access to his thoughts. What I tried to do in this chapter is try to present some of those cues, like he's really antsy and fidgety, he's thinking about returning to school/football season without practicing all summer. It's also why Ram is so amendment that he only do twelve pushups, so he wouldn't push himself too hard.
Also, I have low-key anxiety, I guess. My anxiety is where I bottle everything up and I don't tell anyone so it'd probably be really hard to tell initially with me that I have it. And since that is what I have, that is a lot of what I'm going to be giving Kurt, this repression of emotions until it becomes overwhelming and just thinking of certain things almost triggers an anxiety attack.
Which Veronica will probably become witness to eventually.
But yeah, that's my feelings/explanation on Kurt, it's probably way more than you're going to get from Veronica for a long time. Please comment, you guys are so sweet, I love talking to you. I love discussing your thoughts and opinions, I am also more than happy to answer questions. Thank you so much! P.S. JD's line about spontaneous combustion, I wrote that before I remembered what happened at the end (you know). I just thought that was something you'd find funny.