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Jess? She lives in his apartment five out of seven days a week, and that's her childhood love, Jess? Jess is her Connie? Guy's mind filled with thoughts of them, and he could picture the two of them as little kids, ice skating hand in hand, as he and Connie did. But she knows nothing will happen between them anymore, right? Right. Right, just keep that in mind, he told himself repeatedly.

"Oh." Guy gave out a nervous laugh. "Jess. That's cute. You guys must've been cute."

Parker shrugged. "My mom sure thought it was."

"Oh!" Guy sat up finding his loop hole to change the subject. "You were on the phone before, were you talking to your mom?"

Parker smiled. "Mm-hmm, that was Mama."

Guy couldn't help but smile along, since Parker's smile was so contagious. "You look happy, your smile, it's like a little kid's smile."

"Mama makes me happy." She smirked. "I told her you guys finally got here."

"What did she say?"

Her smirk faded and she blushed. "Nothing important."

Guy lightly threw the pillow at her. "Really, what did she say? You can tell me."

Parker looked at the pillow and mumbled, "She asked if I thought you were as cute as when I watched you on TV."

Guy knelt down so he could see Parker's face. "And you said yes?"

Parker pretended to frown, but a smile crept in. "Shut up."

"You think I'm a cutie." He sat on the edge of the bed she was lying down on and leaned against the wall.

"Shut up. Hey, what class do you have tomorrow? When's your birthday? What are you gonna major in? Hm, Guy, hmm?" Parker was talking as fast a Gilmore Girl, and Guy just shook his head.

"A business class. January 15th. Major in business, and minor in sports announcing."

Parker nodded. "Sports announcing, sounds fun. You'll wish you were out there though."

"I will, but at least I can be by the game."

"Why don't you just play hockey?" Parker grabbed the bright blue pillow and hugged it.

"My mom wants me to have something to do really well in, you know, to make money. Hockey can end, but a job would be there for me. "

"Same. Mom wants me to work real hard, one of the reasons she let me stay here. I'm in NYU on scholarship, and I gotta work. She wants me to have a better life than she did."

"What about your dad?" Guy cocked his head to the side.

"Don't have one anymore. Well, there is one, but ya know how dads leave, then fall off the earth."

"My dad left, too. It's just me, my little sister, and my mom. It's better that way."

"Agreed."

Both stopped talking and let the silence fill the air.

"We should do this every night. Just talk."

"Agreed," Parker replied with a nod.

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"Oh, I LOVE Friends!" Cooper and Fulton were sitting on the couch and talking about various TV shows. "It cheers me up whenever I feel like crap."

"Dude. I so wish I was Chandler." Fulton was facing Cooper as she sat. Indian-style, facing him.

"Because people think Chandler is gay?" Her right eyebrow rose.

"Yeah," Fulton replied sarcastically. "Because he's so freaking funny. Plus, he has the lasting marriage, unlike Ross, and, well, Monica is really hot."

Cooper nodded her head. "That is true. Aw, dude, we should so watch. Parker hides her seasons under the bed so Maxwell can't steal them for months. C'mon, we'll go get them."

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"Could I be wearing any more clothes?!" Cooper yelled a line from one of the Friends episodes, opening the guest room door to see Parker asleep on the bed, and Guy sleeping sitting up, leaning against the wall. "Ha, oh, my God," She looked at Fulton trying not to laugh.

Fulton rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Kids."

Cooper covered her mouth and quietly walked up to the bed, got on her knees to dig through the stuff Parker hid under there, and she grabbed three seasons, handing them to Fulton. They tiptoed across the room towards the door. "Oh wait." Cooper grabbed her 35mm camera off the night table next to the bed she slept on, and took a picture. "They'll want it, even if they end up hating each other, or nothing happens at all."

Cooper ran to the couch, and Fulton followed. "Hey, where's Guy? Jesse said he called him but Guy didn't answer," Luis asked Fulton as he walked past the counter where Luis and Portman were sitting.

"Sleeping on the bed with Parker." Fulton walked past the two.

Luis nodded with an impressed face on. "Only the second night he's known her. Very nice, Guy, very nice."

"He doesn't actually mean they're sleeping on the bed, like, sleeping on the bed, right?" Portman asked Luis, who chugged water.

"Oh, no. It's Guy. He's probably sleeping on the edge of the bed or something." Luis spun the cap onto the water bottle.

Portman nodded and spun the quarter in front of him. "That's what I was thinking."

"What about you? Do you have a girlfriend back home?" Cooper asked Fulton as she ate the chocolate-and-vanilla-in-the-middle kind of pudding.

"Me?" Fulton pointed at himself. "Nope. I just had this best friend. Always on the brink of going out, I guess, but we never did."

Cooper looked into her cup of pudding. "Those suck a lot, the whole best friend thing. Just because you know you can do something, and that there's something there, but you don't want to ruin the friendship." Fulton and Cooper sighed. "It's a killer. What's her name?"

"Tammy." Fulton smiled slightly just saying the name. "She was one of the first Ducks, but she stopped playing. She's more of a figure skater. Twirling in a way that it makes your own head hurt and you wonder how she does it, yeah, that's more of her thing."

Cooper looked amused. "You must really like her, the way you talk about her, your tone of voice, the way you stare at the ground. You really like her."

Fulton's face turned pink. "Yeah, I guess."

"It's okay. I won't tell anyone. You can still be Mr. Bash, who growls, pushes people into walls, and farts in people's faces with no mercy."

Fulton chuckled. "Sounds good. Portman's more of the one who farts in people's faces with no mercy, though."

Cooper stuffed more pudding in her mouth. "Oh, my mistake."