Meanwhile, Podcast and Phoebe rode their bikes from Spinners, to a small building that appeared to be deshoveled looking with shatter holes in the glass windows, a broken marquee that sported missing letters, and covered in cobwebs.
It was indeed the abandoned playhouse.
"Well, here it is," said Podcst, indicating the structure.
"You weren't kidding about the way you described it.
Everything is exactly down to the T," said Phoebe.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
"If you're into vintage structures.
I'm more into art deco.
One question though.
How are we going to get in?"
Podcast looked around for few moments, when he spotted an object.
"Bingo," he said, pushing a large, wooden no trespassing sign away from the front door.
Behind the sign though was a lock, securing the door handles tight.
"Now, how do we get in?
Do have a hair clip or bobby pin we can use as a key?" Podcast asked.
"No, but I got this," said Phoebe, as she opened her backpack, and pulled out a green colored substance that was inside a mason jar.
Cocking an eyebrow, podcast asked, "What's in the jar?"
"Not sure.
I found this in the fridge in my grandfather's lab.
It's either expired jell-o, old salad dressing, some kind of punch, or a mystery mixture."
She opened the jar and carefully pour some of the green liquid onto the lock, which melted the metal within seconds.
"That worked," chuckled Podcast.
"Guess it was mystery mixture," said Pheobe, as the two carefully entered the playhouse.
Back at the dance, Trevor excused himself to the restroom and clean off the soda Lucky splashed on his face.
"This is really not how I planned this night," he sighed, as he looked in the mirror.
At that moment, Gary entered the bathroom.
"Hey Trev.
Having a great time?" Gary asked Trevor, while grabbing a paper towel.
"Alright I guess.
A bit confusing though," Trevor replied.
"How so?"
By now, Gary soaked the towel, and was cleaning something off his shirt.
"I'll tell you one thing, bean dip and light colored shirts don't mix.
I should've listened to your mom's advice and go with a darker colored shirt," he said.
"Wish my issues were as simple as yours," Trevor sighed.
Once he cleaned up, Gary turned to Trevor and asked, "What's the problem?"
"I really don't know how to say it.
It's all complicated," Trevor replied.
"I'm a teacher.
Trust me, I'm up for any question."
"Well, Lucky and I were picked as the top couple here at school, but she doesn't feel comfortable with the status, so she's trying to make it look like we're breaking up.
Yet, she likes me and wants to prove to her dad I'm a good guy.
A quizzical look came onto Gary's face and a few moments later said, "So, Lucky is pretending to hate you even though she likes you?"
"Yes.
How did you figure that out?"
"I've been there.
Don't forget, I was 15 years old myself."
"So what do I do?"
"Well, be polite, charming."
"I did in front of her dad, and it worked.
But, here, it doesn't fly much."
"You do have a bit of a situation.
"Ya, think?"
"Well, it does hurt to try it here.
"Uh, how do you think I ended up in here.
I offered her something to drink, and she threw it at my face."
Gary thought for a few moments, before he had an answer for Trevor.
"Tell you what.
Try to be the way you behaved in front of Lucky's dad here at the dance.
Make her feel special, treat her like gold.
And if you do any slip-ups, I'll let you know," he said.
"I guess I can give it another try.
Ok then, thanks Gary," answered Trevor.
"Anytime buddy."
Trevor responded by rolling his eyes a bit from the comment, as he left the restroom.
Once he stepped out of the restroom, Trevor looked around for Lucky.
A few moments late, he found her with her friends by the stage.
Trevor decided to put his plan into motion.
He walked up onto the stage to the DJ and asked for a favor.
"Say buddy.
Can you do something for me and play a song that I dedicated for a girl?" Trevor asked.
"Sure man, that's what I'm here for.
What do you have in mind?" asked the DJ, who was a young man who looked to be just a few years old than Trevor.
"Well, I was thinking of a slow dance type song."
"Coming right up.
And who's the special girl's name you want me to dedicate to?"
"Lucky."
The DJ made a slight face and then said, "I've heard odder."
Trevor thanked the DJ for the favor and walked off the stage.
Once he did, Trevor was met by Christian, Sean and Max.
"Dude, what happened?" asked Max.
"Didn't you guys see what happened when Lucky threw the drink at him?" asked Sean.
"We did bonehead.
We're asking what happened afterwards," Christian replied.
"It's cool guys.
I got some advice, and hopefully, things will go smoother," Trevor replied.
"Alrighty everyone.
We're going to slow things down now, with a song dedicated to a "Lucky" girl by Trevor S," said the DJ, as he pressed a key on his laptop and a slower, softer song began to play through the speakers.
Trevor approached Lucky.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"You said one dance, and I figured this is the best time," he answered.
But before he could get a chance to make a move, Lucky ran off.
Trevor tried to catch up to her, but Lucky made her way into the ladies room, knowing that there was no way he was going to try to get in.
Especially with his mom and Gary standing close by.
As he headed back to his friends, Callie stopped her son.
"Trevor, is everything alright?
What happened?" she asked.
"I tried some advice that Gary told me and it backfired," Trevor replied.
She then turned to Gary and asked, "What exactly did you say to him?"
"All I told him was to treat her special.
I didn't think he was going to jump into dedicating a song to her," said Gary.
"Mom, it's OK.
Gary was just trying and I thank him for, but, it seems that everything I try to do doesn't seem good enough," said Trevor.
"Is there anything we can do to help?" asked Callie.
"Thanks, but I think I'm just gonna hang out with the guys till the end of the night and wait for Lucky for me to take her home."
"Well, if you need us, we're here."
"Thanks mom."