Chapter 2- It's All So 80s
Point Place, Wisconsin
September 2, 2003
9:30 a.m.
Point Place High School
(Go Vikings!)
One the first day of school the rumors began. Over the summer a lot of things had happened and now it was time for everyone to know what had happened to everyone. At first the rumors were small and expected. Thomas Lee had finally broken off with that slut Heather Manning. Trudy Hardern and Martin Masters were finally together. Richard Summers, the drummer for the best local band, had started to date Carly Hanson, head cheerleader, during the middle of July. Sam Smith and his band 'Youth of Today' had cut a small record with the help of Richard Summer's uncle. You know, the usual rumors about couples and what not. But, there was one rumor that wasn't normal. One rumor that had to be the worst rumor ever.
It was a well known fact that someone had called the cops and for the first time in the history of Point Place, the seniors only party had been broken up. The seniors, who all loved a good party, were all very pissed about the whole thing. And that had been when the rumors had started.
Ryan Harris had commented to his girlfriend, Wendy Black that he and the other senior football players had been forced to kick out five juniors and a little sophomore, due to the fact that one of them had made out with Heather, just before the party had been broken up. Wendy had passed this piece of information on to the junior cheerleading squad who had passed it on to the varsity squad. The varsity squad had passed it on to the sports team. And the jocks had pasted it on to the student council. The student council had passed it on to the kids in the honors classes. Who passed it on to the card geeks and the nerds. Who passed it on to the drama club. And the drama club passed it on to the freaks and baggy pants wearing kids. Who told the juvenile delinquents. So, the juvenile delinquents mentioned it to Jon Hyde, who told the basement gang.
And at 9:30 on the first day of school every kid at Point Place High knew that the senior party had been broken up by some juniors and a little tenth grader. And they all knew the reason-Wesley Kelso-King of the make out.
*
Parker Forman could feel the eyes of every teenager in his home class. All eyes were on him, glued to him. They all knew that he was friends with Holder and that he must have been one of the juniors at the party. They were all cursing him, there was no way they could get away with the senior party next year. Parker had been apart of ruining a very old tradition . They were all damning him to hell. He sighed and kept his eyes on the piece of paper before him. Great, he had math first period.
"Park," Chase whispered to the right of him. Parker glanced her way and felt himself smile. "you got math with Mrs. Allan first period?"
"Uh...yeah." He handed her his schedule and watched her look it over. Damn it if he weren't falling head of heels in love with the girl only known as Chase. It hadn't been on purpose or anything; it was just something that had happened.
It had come out of nowhere really. One moment she was just Chase and the next she was *Chase*. She was this woman. This pretty, smart, funny, charming woman. Parker couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but he was sure it was around July. She had come bouncing into the basement and had sat down on the top of the sofa. She had sat there in her short shorts and tiny shirt and she had watched TV. She had acted like it was normal. No big. But, it had been a big. A very big. Somewhere between eleven o'clock the night before and ten o'clock that morning she had become a woman. Not a woman in the monthly sense, because Parker was pretty sure that had already happened. No, Chase had become a girl he could see himself with. He had dreams about sex, sure. Those were the dreams he told Jon and Holder about. But, there were other dreams. There were dreams in which he and Chase were in love and did couple things. In those dreams, everything was perfect. Parker wanted real life to be like those dreams.
"Cool," Chase handed him back his paper. "four outta six." Parker's body had been moving, but he hadn't been paying attention to the words. He was off in his own world. "Parker?"
He blinked. "Huh? Oh, yeah, four out of six. Cool."
Chase just gave him this look, shook her head, and turned back to her own schedule.
The door to the classroom opened and Parker and Chase looked up in time to see Jon walk in. Their homeroom teacher, a young and petite woman named Mrs. Jones gave Jon a stern and angry glare. She began telling him that he was late and that being late on the first day was just going to put him in the habit of being late. Jon, for his part just brushed past her and took the desk in front of Parker. A few seconds later, Mrs. Jones groaned and went back to her novel.
"Hey," Jon said as he looked over his schedule and then put it in his back pocket. He'd make a point to go to a few classes every now and then. Mostly the classes with the cute teachers. "they all still hate us?" He glanced around the room and smirked at all the death glares.
"Yup." Chase simply answered.
"With the passion of a thousand firey suns." Parker added. Jon gave him a look and he lowed his head a little. "Sorry, been playing video games from Japan again."
Chase ran a hand thru her hair and looked at her friends. "It's all Holder's fault."
Jon was about to agree and call Holder a few chose words when the intercom came on. Someone's clear voice began to speak and everyone looked at the big white box over the door. "Would the following students please report to the office, Vista Forman, Parker Forman, Wesley Kelso, Jon Hyde, um...first name is Pez, I'm sorry I can't read the last name, and uh, Ms. Chase."
The three teens exchanged a look before getting up and heading to the first floor and the office.
*
It all reminded Vista of a cop show. Two people standing on one side of the table and she sitting on the other side of the table. The lights were on low and there was a fan blowing behind her. The principal and vice principal stood across from her and they both sort of glared. Mr. Bolling, the principal would be the bad cop and Mrs. Blake, the vice principal would be the good cop. Mr. Bolling sort of leaned on his desk and stared into her green eyes.
"Ms. Forman, your a very bright girl. I think we all know that if your parents had allowed it, you could have skipped more then just one grade. You could have skipped three or even four grades. That must have been very hard for you. Having to stay in a grade that was below your talent." He leaned in closer. "Wasn't it?"
Vista shrugged. "Um, not really. I enjoy being in high school. Besides, it allows me to be closer to my brother and friends."
"Yes, your older friends. You must be always trying to fit in with them." Mr. Bolling leaned back a bit. "Must be hard."
Again Vista shrugged. "Not really. I mean, they've always been my friends and he's always been my brother." She moved a bit in her chair. "May I ask what this is all about?"
Mrs. Blake smiled a sweet and kind smile at Vista. "Vista, someone pulled a bit of a prank this morning. Someone or someones spray painted a word on the gym locker of," she took a moment to look down at a list in her hand. "Thomas Lee. We have people who claim to have witnessed one of your group near the spray painted locker. Ryan Harris, Larry Charleston, Doug Epps, Fred Grove, Scott Fargo, Devon Kent, and Mashad Campiti. They think you and your friends might have done it as pay back for something they did to all of you. The seven of them claim to have seen you and your friends here before school began, as well. That's why we have to question all of you."
If Vista cursed, she would have. Those losers had framed them! Those stupid jocks had messed up a locker to get her and the others in trouble just because they had broken up their dumb party? Well, they could forget her tutoring them in anything! She sat a little straighter and cleared her throat. "Mr. Bolling, Mrs. Blake, I can honestly say I had nothing to do with this little prank. Perhaps the person that did this awful thing is simply reaching out? Perhaps this poor soul is trying to make a statement about the way they've been treated by those boys? I really can't say. Maybe if I were allowed to see the lockers or talk with the student, then I might be able to give you a reason." she shrugged a little. "But, at this moment I really can't tell you anything about the prank."
The two adults exchanged a look. They both looked back at Vista and then back at each other.
*
"You're a bit of a...the other students think of you as a bit of a loser. And, I'm sure the football team as teased you a bit." Mr. Bolling glared at Parker. "Must be hard. You must have been looking for a reason to get them back. A way to get them back."
Parker folded his thin fingers together and sighed a little. "Mr. Bolling, Mrs. Blake, I can honestly say I had nothing to do with this little prank. Perhaps the person that did this awful thing is simply reaching out? Perhaps this poor soul is trying to make a statement about the way they've been treated by those boys? I really can't say. Maybe if I were allowed to see the lockers or talk with the student, then I might be able to give you a reason." he shrugged a little. "But, at this moment I really can't tell you anything about the prank."
Mrs. Blake and Mr. Bolling exchanged a look. His sister had just said the same thing. They looked at Parker and they both gave him a nice and 'we-believe-you' look.
*
Mrs. Blake brushed the hair out of her face and looked deeply into Holder's eyes. "Mr. Kelso, Mr. Lee told us that he kicked you out of the party because you were coming on to his girlfriend. That must have made you angry. You, liking a girl, her having a very popular boyfriend."
Holder held a hand up. "Whoa, Mrs. Blake, whoa. I don't like Heather. You don't have to like someone to make out with them. I was just talking to her. It's the nice thing to do after you make out with someone." He added the last sentence with a considered tone.
"Uh-huh, but, you were angry. You had to do something! You did something after that party, didn't you Mr. Kelso?!" Mr. Bolling leaned his lamp toward Holder's face. "Didn't you?!"
Holder looked from Mr. Bolling to Mrs. Blake, a nervous expression on his handsome face. "I...uh…I, I, okay, I'll say it! I went home and I listened to my boy band CDs." He lowered his face in shame and cried a little. "Are you monsters happy? I used to be a fan of boy bands! When they were big, I bought all the CDs! Are you happy now? Are you?!"
Mr. Bolling cleared his throat nervously. "My, this is awkward."
*
Jon leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, staring straight at the two of them. So, they were being blamed for defacing a locker as payback? Did they honestly think he'd use something so. So 80s? "You know what I think? I think this has something to do with the government. Oh yeah, reward the guys who can throw a ball and let the others fall. I didn't deface any locker. You want to know what I think? I think you two are just looking for a fall back guy so the government doesn't come in here and take money away from the football team. They'd do it to, if they thought the jocks weren't getting enough respect." He nodded to himself. Yeah, that had sounded good.
Mrs. Blake and Mr. Bolling exchanged a nervous glance.
*
"Piz," Mrs. Blake began slowly. Things just kept getting worse and worse the more they talked to the group. She didn't want Piz reacting badly or telling them something they didn't want to know. "we have seven people who claim to have seen you and your friends on school groups early this morning. Thomas Lee's locker was defaced early this morning. Would you know anything about that?"
Piz looked from one to the other and back again. "You two, trying to keep my people down." She shook her head slightly and shook a finger at them. "Always trying to keep my father's people down. This is just another way to do it." She got up and walked over to the door. "Well, I have just one thing to say to you two. Good day." She opened the door and started to leave.
"Piz-"
Piz whirled around and glared. "I said good day!" She walked out and slammed the door behind her.
Mrs. Blake sighed. It just kept getting worse.
Mr. Bolling sat in his chair. "That went well, don't you think?" Mrs. Blake just groaned.
*
Chase sat in her chair, and glared at the two adults. For the last three and a half minutes she had just sat there, glaring at the two of them. Oh, they had both tried to talk to her, but she wasn't having it. She just sat there, arms down to her said, glaring. Mr. Bolling seemed a little nervous and Mrs. Blake just seemed annoyed.
*
In the lobby of the office there was a sofa. Parker, Chase, and Piz sat on the sofa. Vista sat on the top of it, her legs in between Chase and Parker. And Jon and Holder sat on the two arms. They were all waiting for their principal and vice principal to come out of the office and tell them their fates. Sure, they had all been at school before the school had been opened, but they hadn't spray painted a gym locker. They had just gotten there early so they could hang out in Holder's van. And, yes, Holder had been in the boy's locker room, but he swore up and down that all he had done was use the restroom.
The door to the office opened and they all snapped to attention. Mr. Bolling gave each of them a once over before talking. "Wesley, you were seen in the locker room shortly before the locker was defaced. The rest of you were all seen near the locker room and you were all here early. So, Mrs. Blake and I have talked it over and decided that until one of you comes clean, you'll all be forced to spend the day in the library. And if none of you come clean by 2:30, your parents will be called."
"Why don't you just punish Holder and let us all go to class?" Parker suggested. The others, minus Holder, nodded in agreement.
"Because, Wesley may not have spray painted the locker. All of you had cause, all of you were here, and all of you were seen near the locker room. You'll all have to stay in the library till someone cracks." Mrs. Blake answered with a sigh. "Now, let's go." As they all got up and began to march upstairs, Mr. Bolling pulled Vista off to the side. "I hope this doesn't change how you play in the quiz bowl games this year." Vista blinked at him before running to catch up with the others.
*
In the library, which looked like it had come out of one of those '80s movies, the basement gang sat. They all sat at a large, oak, table and tried to figure out a way to get out of the mess they had been framed into. Parker sat at the head of the table and leaned forward in his chair, if it were up to him, they'd still be in class and he'd been making damn sure he got a seat next to Chase in all the classes they shared. Piz sat on his right, every now and then she'd glared at Holder. She was blaming him for the whole thing. Not only was she stuck in the library all day, but she was also without candy, something that she would not easily forgive. Holder sat beside Piz, he didn't get the way everyone was so mad-they did have a whole free day to just hang out. Jon sat at the other end of the table, sunglasses on, face in a sports magazine. Chase sat beside him, she glared at Holder. Thanks to him, she'd spend the whole day just sitting around. Well, at least Parker was with her. Vista sat beside Chase, her only thoughts were that this whole thing could go on her record and that she was all ready in trouble because of the weekend before. It really couldn't be worse.
The librarian, Mrs. McGee was in her office and had told the teens that they were to sit still and be quiet. Something they weren't about to do.
"First of all," Parker began, waving his hand in a circle motion. "I can't believe they think we'd do something so dumb and '80s. I mean, when Darth Vader killed Luke's aunt and uncle did he-"
"I've told you to cut that "Star Wars" crap!" Jon cut in. "So cut it." Parker just gave Jon a pointed and angry stare.
Piz moved around in her chair. It was ten in the morning and she hadn't had any type of candy since breakfast and that had been three hours ago. Man, did she need a little something. "Does any one have any candy?"
"Yeah," Holder reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pack M&Ms. "here you go, Pezzy." Piz took the candy, tore it opened, and greedily rushed over to another table to eat it.
The others watched her for a few seconds before looking away.
"Uh yeah, moving on, someone here is going to have to say something. I cannot have this whole thing on my record." Vista told the others. "I want to be the first president of the United States with a clean record."
Jon gave the younger girl a disgusted look. "You can't be president, man. Your to pure to deal with the aliens and the drug money."
Holder chuckled. "Aliens like ET. He was a cute little guy. Not like Alf." He looked back at Piz. "Piz hates Alf, don't you?"
Piz looked back at the table. "He haughts my dreams. Fuzzy little son o' a bitch." She went back to her candy.
At eleven o'clock, not much had changed. Jon was still at the table, only now he was reading a magazine about cars. Piz and Holder had moved to the table next to that table and were playing a game with a penny. Vista sat on one of the sofa's nearby, she was in the middle of a horror novel. Chase and Parker sat together in the stacks.
Parker and Chase sat side by side and quietly talked to each other about everything that was going on.
"This sucks. This really has to be against the rules." Parker was saying. "Can they really keep us in here till someone cracks?"
Chase shrugged. "It's high school." she said by way of an answer. "It's sort of their job to do this kind of thing to us."
Parker thought about it for a minute before nodding. She had a point. "You are so smart. No wonder I," he looked at her and stared at him. Her unusual gray eyes staring into his brown eyes. Parker quickly laughed, made a small hand gesture and looked at the stack of books in front of him.
"No wonder I? What were you going to say?" Oh God, why couldn't she let it go? "No wonder you what, Parker?" She moved her body a little, so now she was sitting cattycorner to him. "Well?"
"I, uh, you know, Chase, um, what I was going to say was...was, I-"
Chase groaned, clearly having become annoyed. She stood up. "Whatever." With that she walked away.
Parker looked after here. "Stupid." He muttered to himself. "Stupid."
The penny slid between Holder's long fingers and across the table to Pez's small hand. She got the penny and let it slide back across the table. Either was really sure the rules of the game and both were sure there were no rules. However, if someone were to ask later they'd both say there were tons of rules and Holder would say he won while Piz would say she won.
Jon pulled up a chair and sat between them. He put his hand on the table and stopped the penny. Holder let out his girly noise that he used when he was shocked or upset. Jon just rolled his eyes and put the penny in his back pocket. "Listen, I've decided that we're being framed and that we should get those losers back. I say we sneak out of here and give those assholes something to really be mad about."
"Sounds good, man." Holder took another penny out of his back pocket and let it slide across the table. Piz caught it and put it in her pocket. "But, uh, how are we going to get past Mrs. McGee?"
"Our little distraction." He moved his neck to look at Vista, who was on a sofa behind the table. She looked at him over her book and glared. "She'll distract Mrs. McGee long enough for us to sneak into the locker room and do something really bad to Thomas Lee's locker."
Holder turned his body and gave Vista his award winning smile. "Do it for the team."
"Oh yes, Vista." Piz joined in. "You are so good at distractions."
Vista glared at the three of them. She put her finger in her book, so she wouldn't lose her place. Carefully, she stood up and with her other hand dusted off her pants. "No." She told them before walking toward the stacks.
Jon, Piz, and Holder all sighed and then in unison turned their attention to the other table and to Chase. Chase just looked at them.
Vista found her older brother banging his head against a book in the middle of the stacks. She gently took the book from him and sat across from him. "Hi,"
"Hey, I blew it." He moved his long legs up against his chest. When he had been younger sitting that way had always made him feel a little better. Vista copied him. When she was younger she had done the same thing. That also made him feel better. "I know." Vista said simply.
That had caught him off guard. His brow became knitted in confusion. "You know what? You know something?"
She giggled that cute little giggle of hers. "I know you blew it, you just told me." she flick her wrist. "I also know what you blew. You blew it with Chase. You said something you shouldn't have said." Vista rested her chin of her knees. "I'm supposed to be this big genius, so I'll tell you straight-you like her and she likes you." Her brother's brow became even more knitted. "She told Piz a couple of weeks ago. She told Piz and I quote: "Parker's cute and sweet and funny and he has those great hand gestures. I sort of wish he'd ask me out or something." Yeah, and then Piz told Holder, who mentioned it to Jon, who told me in passing. Now brother, I'm telling you. The circle is completed."
Parker raised his eyebrows. So that was how everyone always knew everything about each other! No one in that basement could keep their mouths closed. "Go in peace, Parker." He looked at her, a little confused. "Go talk to Chase, dumb-ass!" Parker quickly got to his feet and rushed out of the stacks. Vista smiled a little, opened her book, and began to read.
When Parker walked back to the tables he found that only Chase was still there. She was sitting at one of the tables, flipped through a sports magazine. He took a chance and took the chair across from her. Parker cleared his throat loudly and Chase went on flipping through the magazine. He cleared his throat again and she didn't look up. Parker groaned.
"Parker Forman would just like Chase to know he's sorry for getting her annoyed earlier." He finally stated in his 'Mr. Movie-Phone' voice.
Chase laughed a little and looked at him, the magazine forgotten. "What was that? Was that your Mr. Movie-Phone?" Parker sort of shrugged. "That was awful. Your bad at that."
"Thanks, so glad we're friends." He looked at her and again, he couldn't help but smile. She smiled at him. Parker shook his head a little. "Uh, where's everybody?"
Chase rolled her gray eyes heavenward. "Jon came up with this stupid idea. He thinks that he and Holder should do something to Thomas Lee's locker because he "framed" us into getting in trouble. And I think we all know that it was either Jon or Holder that did something to that stupid locker in the first place. So anyway, they snuck out of here and headed to the locker room and Piz is distracting Mrs. McGee in her office."
Parker nodded to himself. Yeah, that sounded like them. But, if Holder or Jon had really messed up the locker and they had been forced to spend a whole day in the library...he looked at Chase, who was smiling at him. Well then, he'd be very thankful.
Mrs. McGee was a kind and middle aged woman who had spent her whole adult life taking care of children and working in one labara or another. She enjoyed helping children find the joy in reading. Well, usually. She sat at her desk, her small color tv playing a soap. She had been watching and enjoying it, till Piz came in. It wasn't that she mind the company, it was sort of welcomed. It was just, Piz was a strange little girl who always went on about candy. It freaked Mrs. McGee out and the librarian really wished the girl would just go away.
Piz sat on the edge of the desk and was in the middle of some story about something that she and the Kelso boy, Hyde boy, and Forman boy had done years ago. "We all took the bath together," Mrs. McGee perked up at that. "but Jon did not like it." Piz had a dreamy, happy look on her face. "I don't know why, I enjoy bathing with friends." she looked at the librarian, a knowing smile on her face. "They can reach places you can not."
Oh, this was way better then a soap. "Um, why didn't he like it?"
Piz shrugged a little. "I don't know. We had rubber ducks and everything." She paused thoughtfully. "But, I remember that he kept going on about seven year olds being to old to take baths together. And about how I am a girl and they are boys and it wasn't cool. Whatever, buddy. There were rubber ducks."
Mrs. McGee's face fell a little. "You were seven? I thought you were talking about now."
Piz gave the older woman a disgusted look. "Mrs. McGee, you are a pervert." She hopped off the desk. "I no longer feel okay sitting next to you. I don't care what Jon and Holder asked me to do, I can not sit by you anymore."
"Wait a minute, what did Mr. Kelso and Mr. Hyde ask you to do?"
She was caught like a deer in headlights. "Ask me to do? They did not ask me to do anything!" she laughed. "You...you are a crazy pervert, lady! That is way worse then just being a pervert." Piz started to move toward the door to the office and then bolted out of the office and into the library.
Mrs. McGee followed. She looked around, Parker and Chase were talking quietly at a table, Vista was reading in the stacks, and Piz was standing by the computers. "Where are Mr. Kelso and Mr. Hyde??!" Everyone just looked up at her.
*
It was nearly noon and everyone in the whole school, minus the gang in the library, were at lunch. Jon and Holder had no problem sneaking into the boy's locker room. They made their way to the second row of lockers and quickly found Thomas Lee's locker. In red paint the word 'Kosher' ran across the top of the locker. The word was also misspelled 'Cosure'. Holder giggled to himself but Jon was anything but happy. He turned around and glared at Holder.
"Holder, were did you learn that word?" Holder began to speak, but Jon just put up a hand. "No no, it's to early in the year. You'll do much stupider things later. I shouldn't get angry so early. You spray painted the locker, I should have known."
"Yeah, and I totally put my dirty underwear inside it! I rule!" He pumped his fist in the air. Jon hit his friend in the arm. "Ow, damn! What did I do?"
"First, your gross. Second, you..you made us spend nearly three hours in the library. I didn't even know we had a library till today. The only good thing that could come out of this is that maybe Forman and Chase finally started getting somewhere." He grabbed Holder by the eye. "Come on."
"Ow, damn it, Jon. Where in the hell are we going?!"
*
Mr. Bolling sat across from Holder, his angry face on. Of course, Mr. Kelso had spray painted the locker. None of the others would have used that word and misspell it so badly. His parents would be called and he'd be forced to paint over the word. Problem solved. There was just one thing he wanted to know. "Mr. Kelso, you do understand what you did was wrong? Why did you do it? I'd say getting the party broken up would be enough."
Holder gave his principal a 'duh' look. "Dude, Thomas Lee's girlfriend made out with me. I always pull a prank one the boyfriends of girls I make out with. It's what I do. A calling card, really." Mr. Bolling just blinked at him. "You know, so they know their girlfriend made out with Wesley Kelso."
"Uh-huh, well, I'll call your parents-"
"You have the number."
"-And your friends can go to their other three classes. You, however, will spend the rest of the day painting that locker. I suggest you come up with something really good to say to your friends. I'm sure they'll be very upset with you." Holder just smiled.
*
Three minutes later, Holder and Jon were back in the library. Holder had just finished telling them the story about what he had done. Needless to say, no one was really that happy with him. The all stood in front of him, arms crossed over chests and angry glares in their eyes.
Piz was the first to speak. "You son o' a bitch." Candy would not easily forgive this one.
"Yeah," Chase joined in. "we could have gotten in real trouble."
"Man, who writes Kosher? Do you even know what that means?" Parker wanted to know.
"Trouble, I don't mind, but I have a new found disgust for you and your whole health habits." Jon added.
Vista was glaring at him. She lunged for him, but Parker and a laughing Jon held her back. "You stupid ba...that could have gone on my record! How--you--you--your such a dumb-ass!"
*
The next day, Parker and Jon hung in the basement. Jon sat in his usual chair and Parker sat in the middle of the sofa. They were watching an old repeat of 'Sliders'', but they weren't really into it. Every now and then Parker would look at Jon. It was getting on the boy's nerves.
"What, Parker?"
"You told my sister what Holder told you. Chase likes me back."
Jon didn't take his eyes off the tv. "So?"
"So, I think we both know what that means-your a big old gossip who likes my little sister." Parker grinned from ear to ear. "It's so cute, we can go on double dates!"
Jon laughed as he got up. "Funny. I don't think we'll be going on any double dates anytime soon. You can't even ask her out. Guess, Vista and I could go on a date alone." he was walking toward the side door. "I could borrow Holder's "love van" and we could park..." he let the rest of it fade as he walked out the door.
Parker stared after his best friend for a second. Could Jon really like Vista? It had been meant as a joke, but...he suddenly loss his train of thought as Chase came down the stairs.
She went over to the sofa and sat next to him. Parker put his arm over the back of the sofa. Somewhere between the first act and the second act, Chase moved closer and closer to Parker, till finally she was pressed against his side. Chase looked over at him. They smiled at each other before turning back to the tv. The two of them stayed that way for the rest of the show.
the end