The clock was ticking slowly and sweat started to drip down on the forehead of the assistant manger of Strickland. "Hank, will you continue with the meeting, please?"

Hank came back to reality, "Oh, sorry Mr. Strickland." He stammered as he tried to continue on with the meeting, only to clumsily drop the papers from his wet hands. Hank has been under a lot of stress lately. He had to keep helping out in paying the bills more and more since Peggy had lost her job.

Finally the clock struck five and Hank was still covered in sweat. Mr. Strickland gave a glare and sighed, "Hank, we'll pick up with this meeting tomorrow, please don't act like this again. You're usually so calm when it comes to stuff like this."

"Sorry Mr. Strickland…" Hank said with his head down as he began to pick up the sweat covered papers. He needed some air or he thinks he just might pass out.

Bobby began to run out of breath after jogging for only a few minutes. He was out of shape and he knew it. He has been trying to lose weight for over a few months now and barely dropped anything. "Must…Keep…Going…" Bobby tried to speak as here kept running out of breath. He began to jog again, he only made it half a mile last time, and this time he was going for a full mile. It wasn't long before he ran out of breath again. "Damn…Only…Five…Yards…" He spotted a DQ up ahead and licked his lips at the thought of a chocolate ice cream right now. He quickly ran up to the DQ, forgetting about himself being out of breath. When he got there, he was about to go in when stopped by Clark.

He wheezed a before he spoke, "Hey Bobby, I saw you running." He wheezed again, "now you getting an ice cream? You're such a fatass."

"I'm a fatass? You're about the same weight as me. I say that we are pretty much tied." Bobby said with confidence as he quickly tried to avoid Clark, but the blond shoved Bobby before he turned around.

"Don't care me a fatass, asshole..." He said in his lazy tone of voice, as Bobby made no attempt to shove back and quickly turned his back. Clark grabbed Bobby's shirt and turned him around. "Don't turn your back on me, fatass..." Clark said once again as he shoved Bobby again. This time Bobby shoved Clark back after having enough of Clark. Clark gave a punch into Bobby's chest. Then knocked him to the ground where Bobby was suffering from constant blows.

Peggy was almost finished with dinner and grunted as she looked at the time. "It's almost six and neither of the two is here yet!" She shouted to herself, as Ladybird perked up from the sudden rise in volume heard in the house. Peggy turned the oven to a low setting and slumped on the couch with a sigh. "These two are always late; do they think I do not have problems of my own?" She asked to herself as she opened the drawer and dug into the pile to pull out a carton of cigarettes. "Hank's stash…" Peggy thought to herself, with an evil grin as she took out a cigarette from the box, and searched for a lighter. She searched all over the drawers and tossed things a side; then dug around in the kitchen, tossing more and more things aside. "Damn…" Peggy thought as she couldn't find a lighter. "What kind of house doesn't even have a lighter?" Piggy questioned to herself as she really felt like a smoke right now. She grabbed her keys and headed outside to find a lighter for the smokes, before she was about to go out of he mind.

Hank desperately took a smoke break before leaving to his house. He knew that he had quit, but it has been stressful and smoking seems to the only thing that is keeping him calm right now. He dropped the cigarette on the ground and put it out with his foot before leaving to his truck. "Bye Enrique." Hank said, as Enrique waved while inhaling another smoke from his cigarette. Hank got in the truck and drove off from Strickland. It wasn't long till he got a call on his new cell phone that was coming from Bill. Thinking that it was just useless, he didn't answer, just kept driving. After a few times, Hank finally gave in and picked up, he didn't want to be an irresponsible drive, so he just put it on speaker, and tossed his phone on the seat, when it landed softly. "Hank here, what is it, Bill?"

"Hank, I have some great news! A celebrity is currently at the local bar, and she is smoking hot! She is going to be here for only a few days, so you might want to come here, now!" Bill studded with excitement after each sentence.

"I have to go home, Bill. I don't think it well matter if I go or not. Hank told while driving calmly on the road, with a little anticipation of actually wanting to see the celebrity.

"Please Hank, the celebrity is hot! I just learned her name, which is-"Bill couldn't be heard as an erupted cheer came from the background. "I got to go, Hank. Bye!" A dial tone was heard, and Hank thought for a moment, then turned his truck around and headed for the bar.

The phone rang at the Souphanousinphone's house, as Connie picked up with a deep voiced being heard from the other line. "Hello?"

Connie immediately recognized the voice, "Oh, hey Joseph. What's up?"

"Umm… I am wondering if I can get some tutoring from you. You know, for the retake of the Official State test?"

"Oh yeah, they said their results screwed up when they were recording it in to the computers. Sure, Joseph, I can tutor you."

"Great! Can I start tonight?" Joseph happily asked at the thought of actually spending an evening at Connie' alone.

"Sorry, Bobby and I have a date tonight, so tonight won't work. I can help you tomorrow afternoon, right after school, though; Okay?" Connie reasoned.

"Oh…Okay…" Joseph gloomily answered as dial tone was heard from the phone. He slammed the phone on the receiver and grew angry. "Bobby… If I weren't friends with you, then I would've made sure you had what you deserve. Connie doesn't deserve a fat piece of crap like you…" Joseph angrily thought to himself as he went to his room and stared out into space. Closing his eyes, imaging what it will be like if Connie and he just touched lips. Even for a second would be worth it to him.

When Connie walked towards her room, about to practice her violin, she noticed a strange smoke that was visible through her window. "Huh, I wonder what that is a bout…"

Bobby was walking down the street, bruised, black-eyed, and limping as he face a thrashing from Clark. "I can't go on a date with Connie looking like this." Bobby thought, as he tried to head home while still limping. Then fell from being in enormous pain. "Damn it!!" Bobby yelled, echoing throughout the air, as he got up while groaning in pain. He was almost home, and he was relieved as he can finally put ice on his sore body. He saw some smoke in the distance, and the sound of sirens came rushing from behind Bobby, and fire trucks past Bobby. "Huh? I wonder what that what's going on." Bobby quietly asked himself as he limped towards his home.

A/N: For those who don't know who Clark is (I had a hard time remembering him myself) he is that chubby blonde kid with the pony tail who is usually a bully at the school.