"Let's get out and stretch our legs", Britta quietly told to Abed and Troy, who were in the backseat sleeping. Britta got out and stretched her arms into the air. Britta had been driving for almost four hours and had to stop at a gas station to get something to drink to refuel her. Troy and Abed slowly got out of the car, the sun blinding them.

"Ah, me eyes", Troy whined inaudibly as he covered his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"I need to go release the Kraken", Abed said, stretching, pointing to the general area of the bathroom.

Britta smiled a slightly happy smile as Troy and Abed walked off to the gas station. "Britta? Britta Perry?" a male voice asked behind her. Britta slowly turned her head towards the voice, her smile fading as her head turned. It was the voice of her first and most serious crush, Harrison Parlance III.

Harrison Parlance III is a dreadful, darkly handsome man and the typical rich, snake-like playboy, who never really had to work. He is the heir to the Parlance fortune, worth an approximate five hundred million dollars and had recently been in the news on account of him crashing his speedboat into a beach house along the California coast while intoxicated.

"Heeeeeeey", Britta said, in a sweetly fake voice, as she leaned against her car.

Harrison smirked craftily, "How long has it been since the Greendale Country Club dance?"

Britta held her breath—her mouth gapping open—in thought before saying in a cracked voice, "Ten—thirteen years?"

"Wow", Harrison said, studying Britta as if she was an ant, "and you've really grown up."

Britta bit the inside of her cheek to keep her from blushing, "Well, everyone looks horrible when they're teenagers", she said slowly as she could, wishing that Troy and Abed would come back.

"I wasn't", he said promptly and unkindly, "I was star of the lacrosse team, prom king, and valedictorian. Handsome, dashing, the star of every girl's eye."

"Ah, yes, you're right", Britta hissed coldly and rolled her eyes noticeably, "because you are perfect and I'm not"; Britta paused and then quickly added, "is that why you stood me up at the dance?"

Harrison smirked a callous smile and said, condescendingly, "Well, I didn't think that the two hundred bucks your mother paid me was enough to take a total dog to the social event of the season."

Britta squeezed her hands into a fist until her knuckles turned white, but somehow stared at Harrison with an intense, chilly gaze and said to him, as calmly and frigidly as possible, "Anyhow, I'm glad that you didn't take me out", Britta grinned despicably, "I just didn't have any idea how to tell you that five hundred dollars that your mother and the three hundred dollars that my mother gave me wasn't enough for me to go out with you."

An icy silence soon enveloped the two before Troy leisurely and quietly walked over to Britta and asked her, in a child-like voice, "Britta, may I please have some money to buy some nachos?"

"Yeah sure", Britta told to Troy as she pulled out her eco-friendly wallet from her jacket, while still intently staring at Harrison. She pulled out a twenty and handed it to Troy, "But, would you mind buying me a green tea please", she said sweetly while smiling at Troy.

"Yeah, sure, and thank you", Troy muttered walking off to the gas station, but not before giving Harrison the evil eye. Britta placed her wallet back in her jacket and focused her stare back at Harrison.

"Is that your boyfriend?"

"My, my, my...is that jealously I hear?" Britta asked, beaming a smile.

"No it isn't, I just didn't figure you as the type who would teach daycare."

Britta smirked, "He's just a friend, dear Harrison. He, I, and another friend are going to Comic-Con."

Harrison hesitated before asking, "May I call you when you get back to town?"

Britta knotted her brows in confusion, "Didn't I hear that you just got married to,—who was it? Alison Jacobs?"

"And?" Harrison appeared to be genuinely confused as Britta continued to stare at him before he sighed and said with an uninterested tone, "We got married last summer, but, lately, she's been a real buzzkill ever since she miscarried."

Britta's mouth dropped in shock at Harrison, "I don't think"—she noticed Abed and Troy at the cash register—"it would be such a good idea if you called me." Abed and Troy came out of the gas station carrying two bags full of junk food. "Look", Britta started, gently, and pointed to her car, "I gotta go."

Britta and Troy got into the car as Abed, with his head tilted in thought, examined at Harrison, and quickly asked, "Do you have herpes?"

"What?" Harrison said, biting his bottom lip in alarm.

"You have some blisters around your mouth, that you tried to cover with make-up, poor job I say, while your lymph nodes in your neck are unusually enlarged, and you're sweating heavily even though you're wearing thin clothes and it's not hot which means that you just recently got herpes", Abed said coolly.

"I...I don't have herpes, sir, and I advise you to watch your tongue", Harrison stammered out before motioning to Abed and saying to Britta, "Britta, baby..."

Abed quickly got into the car, as Harrison stumbled back in order to let Britta pull out and, also mainly, because he was stunned. "Harrison, we really have to go. Can't be late to see Sherlock or heads will roll. Bye-bye Harrison", Britta said, holding back laughter, as she pulled out, drove out of the gas station parking lot, and continued to head southwest towards California. They only got three miles or so before Britta's face broke into a giddy, mad grin and started laughing. "Oh my gosh, Abed", Britta giggled out and then said in her normal voice; "I can't believe you said that to him. Y'know he's worth about half a billion dollars."

"Troy told me that handsome guy was bothering you and making you mad so I decided to show him what happens if he messes with you", Abed said as Troy handed him a bag of popcorn.

"Yeah, we got your back, Britta", Troy said as he took out a sour worm and plopped it in his mouth.

"Well", Britta said, trying to hide a smile and a blush, "thank you both so very much." Abed obnoxiously opened the bag and Troy grabbed a handful of popcorn. "Hey!" Britta said sharply, "you two better not make a mess in my car or I'll kick both your asses and both of you will have to clean my car out."

"Yes, mom", Abed and Troy said together, sarcastically, which made Britta blush heavily and smile.