Scrubs

My Idea Of The Norm

My Screwup Too

So, this is the chapter everyone's been waiting for! You gasped when you read the title didn't you? "HOLY CRAP! MY SCREWUP TOO!? OH NO! AAAAAHHHH!" Yeah. That's you. After you read the title.

I'm taking VampireCello's advice. I'm gonna have a few guest characters show up from past episodes. However, I'm not gonna tell you who. Not necessarily Dan or Molly either, VC. Haha. I totally abbreviated your name.

Remember the episode of Scrubs when Perry and Turk are talking to JD about how a baby changes how you think, guys? JD said to Turk that he was gonna "drop some knowledge on his brown ass." Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

Disclaimer: Scrubs can dance if they want to. They can leave their friends behind. 'Cause their friends don't dance and if they don't dance then they're no friends of mine. SAFETY DANCE! I don't own Scrubs.

Elliot held up a giant, glow-in-the-dark witch, holding a goblin. Max examined it. She shook her head. "Frick..." Elliot mumbled. "This is so not fun anymore..."

Max smiled. "Sorry, friend. I just think a giant, creepy, glow-in-th-dark witch is alittle too scarey for a children's party."

Elliot looked at the decoration and suddenly jumped, as if just noticing how freakish it was. She sat it down, wiping off her hands like she'd touched something gross.

Carla held up a small jack-o-lantern shaped light that smiled happily with on lone tooth. "What about this?" she asked.

Max pointed to the cart a couple feet away from them. "Toss it in the cart."

Carla smiled proudly, tossing the pumpkin into the cart.

Elliot grimaced. "Show off..."

"What?" Carla stared at Elliot, almost menacingly.

"Nothing."

"Better be... 'Cause I'm from the block."

Max chuckled. "Block..."

"Hey, JD!" Turk called, fallowing his friend into Darryl's room.

"Sup, SCB?" he asked, checking Darryl's wounds.

"What are you being for Max's Halloween party?"

JD laughed, almost ignorantly. "As if you didn't already know my African American amigo."

Turk noticed Darryl give JD the slightest look, and then look at Turk. JD didn't seem to notice with Darryl pointed his way and mouth, 'He's white.'

Turk nodded. "Very white," he whispered.

JD looked up. "What?" he asked, confused.

"Nothing... Anyways, what's you're costume plan?"

JD rolled his eyes. "Dr. Acula! Duh."

Turk looked off, dazed. "Of course..." he mumbled.

"You can be Dr. Blackula."

Turk looked at him. "Dude, it doesn't work the same."

"Yes it does!"

"No, it doesn't JD."

"Yes it does! See, look..."

Perry looked up at the television. Being on-call kinda sucked. But, he didn't mind it too much. The hospital seemed to be running smooth anyways. He checked his watch. Ten fourty-seven. Okay. He should probably call Jordan... Nah, if there was an extream problem, she'd ring him.

Rich Girl. Why the heck hadn't he changed that pager song yet? He shook the thought away, unlatching the hook from a belt loop.

Carla's number. Elliot made Max angry. Max disappeared. Call ASAP.

What? He stood up. The quick thought of why they hadn't upgraded to cellphones made a quick appearance in his thoughts, then went away. He raced out the door, to the nearest phone and rang up Carla.

The ringing seemed to take forever.

Max missing. This was bad... But, then again, Max could probably take care of herself. She was tough. Like her...

"Hello?"

"Carla, what do mean Max disappeared?"

"We were checking out decorations at the party store, and her and Elliot were talking. Then all of a sudden, Max started yelling at her and she stormed off!" Carla took a breath befor sputtering out more of her story. "Elliot keeps saying she didn't do anything. But Max... She just... Exploded!"

Click!

Ah, well, there she was. "Nevermind Carla. She's right here."

"Really? Does she look ma-" He hung up the phone. Carla'd be fine. One hang-up wasn't a big deal.

He look towards Max. She was kneeled on the floor, holding her camera to her face. She snapped a picture of the several doctors and nurses walking through the hall. She looked at Perry for a moment. "Yo Per-Per," she said.

He sat down on the floor next to her. "Hey Max," he said.

"Carla told you I ditched her and Elliot?"

"Yeah."

"Elliot's fault..."

"Well..." he began, slightly uncomfortably." What'd she do?" Perry shifted on the floor. Max looked at him for a moment. "Oh, right. She's Barbie."

Max chuckled. She sunk onto the floor, and sat with her legs crossed, facing Perry. "Yeah she is."

"Wanna..." Ugh, he couldn't believe he was saying this! He swallowed. "Talk... about it?" He squeezed his eyes shut.

Max laughed again, snapping a picture of Perry. "Talking? Sure you're good with the big conversations, Per-Per?"

He laughed. "Not at all."

She shrugged. "Then it's cool."

"You sure?" he asked, looking at her oddly.

"Yeah, it's fine."

"Hm. You dad was never too hesitant to talk."

No doubt he saw the dropping of her face. And immediately knew he'd said the wrong thing.

"Yeah, um, about that..." Max said, scratching her head. "I've been sorta trying to be nice and ignore it. But um..." She stood up, gathering her camera in her palm. "As much as you guys really want me to be... I'm not Ben. I'm just... not."

Perry stared for a moment. It was weird. 'Cause he knew that befor he saw Max, he always saw Ben.

She half smiled at him. "I'm gonna go ahead and start on home. I know it's, like, eleven o'clock. But, I'm a tough gal. Kinda like Him." She winked and started off, a low whistle breaking from her lips.

He didn't exactally watch her walk away. He stood up, listening to her tune: I remember the sounds. Your November downtown. Iremember the truth. A warm December with you. But I don't have to make this mistake. And I don't have to stay this way.

Perry walked across the hall to the Nurse's station. He took hold of the lifted counter top and repeatedly smacking himself against the head with it.

If only I would wait.