Authors Note: Hi, thank you for the reviews! This took me a while to do as I had to decide on what family to do. Oh yeah, in this story since the shooting and plane crash never occurred, Lexie was the one who went to Africa as she and Mark were supposed to go together but they got into a huge fight over Sloan at the end of S6. Addison returned and she & Mark had an affair, then she had their daughter. Also since I liked the S8 episode "If then" and the implication, I'm gonna pretend that Cristina had an affair with Jackson for a while as Alex had an ongoing affair with Arizona, (still does) then Owen had an affair with Amelia when he suspected Cristina was cheating on him. In this story, Izzie never had the tumor so she and Alex didn't marry, and Denny never died and they married. OK almost forgot- here is the kids:
Grey- Shepherd:
BAILEY, ELLIS, ANTHONY, MAYA.
Grey-Sloan:
BRIAN, MARIA, LAYLA.
Mark and Addison's daughter:
KAITLYN.
Keepner-Avery:
SAMUEL, ISSAC, CASSIE.
Yang-Hunt:
ELI, ZOE, DAVID, TRENTON.
Wilson-Karev:
BENJAMIN, NATALIE, DYLAN.
Robbins- Torres: (their kids are from artificial insemination/invirto insemination)
STELLA, ANDREW, ALONZO.
Duquette-Stevens:
JAMES, SCARLETT, CHLOE.
Authors Note #2: Three more things, I decided this chapter will be about Lexie and Mark. I changed the living situations: they all live where they do in the show as of beginning S6. I'm also pretending that the first episode of the show took place in 1992.
FADE IN: INT. KITCHEN- 7:30AM (Wednesday)
(Maria is on the phone, ad-libbing, "What are you going to wear?" Lexie is at the toaster. She crosses to the pantry. Brian enters, running. He crosses in front of Lexie and exits into the utility room. Lexie ignores him, crosses, and sets the cereal on the table.
MARIA: I'm serious. He'll still like you.
LEXIE: (calling off) Breakfast!
(Lexie crosses to the refrigerator and takes out a gallon of milk. Maria, still talking on the phone, crosses to the table and grabs a handful of cereal. Brian enters from the utility room, carrying his shoes. He crosses, sits in a chair, and starts to put on the shoes)
LAYLA: (O.S) Mom! Mom!
(Maria crosses to the toast)
MARIA: He is such a dog! Any jam?
LEXIE: No.
(Lexie crosses and starts putting sandwiches in bags)
LAYLA: (O.S) Mom!
(Maria continues talking on the phone as she eats toast. Layla enters and throws a bag of books on the floor)
LAYLA: (CONT'D) Mom, where's my Social Studies book?
LEXIE: I sold it.
LAYLA: Mom.
LEXIE: It's on top of the TV.
(Layla heads towards the living room)
MARIA: (into phone) ...Okay I'll see you at school. Yeah, bye.
(Layla exits. Maria hangs up the telephone, crosses to the cupboard, and starts pulling out cans of food)
BRIAN: Mom.
LEXIE: What?
BRIAN: I got a knot in my shoe.
LEXIE: Wear loafers.
BRIAN: Come on, Mom.
LEXIE: All right, give it here. (helps get the knot out)
BRIAN: Can I have pie for breakfast?
LEXIE: No, that's contaminated. Go sit down and eat your breakfast, now and don't spill your milk today neither. (Brian sits at the table) Here you go.
(Lexie tosses the shoe to Brian. Maria exits to the utility room. Mark enters; dressed for work)
MARK: Is there coffee?
LEXIE: Mark?
MARK: Yeah?
LEXIE: Isn't there coffee every morning?
MARK: Yes.
LEXIE: In all the years we've been married, has there ever been one morning when there wasn't any coffee?
MARK: No.
LEXIE: Then why do you have to ask me every morning if there's coffee?
(Mark stares at her a beat, then)
MARK: Is there toast?
(Lexie laughs and crosses to the table with the toast. Mark goes to the coffee maker and pours a cup. Maria enters and goes to the pantry)
LEXIE: What's going on with you?
MARIA: Mother, this is very important. Our school's having a food drive for poor people.
LEXIE: Well, tell them to drive some of that food over here.
MARIA: Mother!
LEXIE: Two cans. That's it.
MARK: Don't touch that creamed corn.
(Telephone rings)
MARIA: I'll get it!
(Maria races to telephone. Layla enters, carrying her art sketchbook. As she passes Brian, she smacks him on the back of his head with the book)
MARIA: (answers phone) Hello?
BRIAN: Mom!
LAYLA: He started it.
BRIAN: Did not.
LAYLA: You little creep.
BRIAN: You pig face.
LEXIE: Knock it off, you too. Stop it. Get away. Get away.
MARK: Listen to your mother.
LEXIE: You heard your father.
(Layla and Brian stop fighting. As Maria talks, she reaches around Lexie for some cereal)
MARIA: (into phone) Julie, don't tell him that.
LEXIE: Get off the phone.
MARIA: Mom...
LEXIE: Now.
MARIA: (into phone) I got to go. Bye.
(Maria hangs up and exits)
BRIAN: Dad, you know what would be really good for breakfast?
MARK: What?
BRIAN: Pie.
LEXIE: (to Mark) Tell him no.
MARK: No.
(phone rings)
LEXIE: Oh, hi. I looked in the mirror and I'm getting boobs. Maria can't talk now.
(Lexie hangs up and walks to the table. Layla sits looking at her sketchbook)
LAYLA: Oh, my god. I was supposed to give you this.
LEXIE: What is it?
(Layla pulls a folded piece of paper out of her sketch book and hands it to Lexie)
LAYLA: It's a note from my art teacher, Mrs. Christen. You got to meet with her at 2:45.
LEXIE: Today?
LAYLA: Uh-huh.
LEXIE: Why do you always wait until the last minute to tell me these things?! I've got a life too, you know. It's not like I have nothing to do.
LAYLA: I'm sorry. What do you want me to do, throw myself off a bridge?
LEXIE: Yeah, and take your brother and sister with you. (school bus horn honks. The kids scramble, gathering their books. Lexie quickly shoves sandwiches, apples, and chips into the brown paper bags) You kids didn't even brush your teeth.
BRIAN: We don't have time.
LAYLA: We'll miss the bus.
(Lexie hands Brian and Layla the brown bags)
BRIAN: Bye.
MARK: (still reading) Bye.
(Layla and Brian exit on the run. Lexie goes to the table)
LEXIE: Quick. They're gone, change the locks. (notices Mark staring at the butter) What is it?
MARK: I really don't want to pick.
LEXIE: What?!
MARK: I can't stand it when people leave toast crumbs on the butter.
LEXIE: Well, what difference does it make? You're just gonna smear it on your toast.
MARK: It ain't right. You don't like it when people leave jelly in the peanut butter jar.
LEXIE: Well, that's sickening.
MARK: Same thing.
LEXIE: Is not.
MARK: Fraid so. Fraid so.
LEXIE: Is not. Oh it is not. Oh, alright, here. (She scrapes the crumbs off the butter and pushes it back toward Mark) Nice, fresh butter. Knock yourself out.
MARK: I love you, darlin'.
LEXIE: I love you, too. (car horn honks) Save me that detergent coupon. (calling off) Maria! (goes to Maria's lunch bag and notices the sink) Mark!
MARK: What?
LEXIE: The sink's backed up again.
MARK: I'll plunge it right after breakfast.
LEXIE: I don't want you to plunge it, I want you to fix it now.
MARK: You got it, Babe.
LEXIE: This is the third time this week. You got to fix it today.
MARK: Absolutely.
(Maria enters, carrying books, two cans of food, and a new, red backpack)
MARIA: Mom? My backpack just fell apart.
LEXIE: I just bought it yesterday.
(horn honks)
MARIA: Mom, please. You gotta take it back.
LEXIE: Alright. I'll do it after work.
(Maria kisses Lexie on the cheek)
MARIA: Bye.
(Maria grabs her lunch bag off the counter and leaves)
LEXIE: Goodbye. (Sits at the table. During the following, she picks up a piece of leftover toast and dunks it in Mark's coffee) Could you meet with Layla's teacher today?
MARK: I can't do it today babe. I'm putting in a bet on a solo surgery. If I get it, Me and the guys go out to lunch, this afternoon.
LEXIE: How about this backpack? Can you exchange that? Could you fit that into your tight schedule there?
MARK: It's either that or fix the sink.
LEXIE: Okay, fix the sink. I'll do everything else. Like I always do. I'll have to get off an hour early, lose an hours pay, totally rearrange my whole schedule. But I don't mind.
MARK: Are you ever sorry we got married?
LEXIE: Every second of my life.
MARK: Me, too.
LEXIE: You are? Really?
MARK: Nah.
LEXIE: Okay, me neither then. Hey, who would you married if you didn't marry me?
MARK: Lex!
LEXIE: Come on, who?
MARK: No one.
LEXIE: Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't. Who? Just time. I swear I won't get mad. I know, Sophia Morrison.
MARK: Are you kidding?
LEXIE: I'm not gonna get mad. I just want you to tel me the truth. I swear I'm not getting mad. Just tell.
MARK: Annie Dixon.
LEXIE: Annie Dixon, that old slut?
MARK: She had great toes.
LEXIE: Toes?
MARK: Yeah. She used to sit there and cross her legs and dangle her shoe off the end of her toe. Drove me crazy.
LEXIE: So you were gonna marry her for that?
MARK: Yes, Ma'am.
LEXIE: Well, why didn't ya?
MARK: Well, The morning I was gonna propose, I took her over to this little coffee shop, a real quiet out of the way-place. Just as I was about to pop the question, she smeared toast crumbs all over her butter. That was it. I got up, I left. I didn't even pay the check.
LEXIE: You think you're pretty cute, don't ya?
MARK: Pretty much. I'm McSteamy.
(Lexie laughs and gives Mark a playful shove. Screen blacks and opens up to the hospital)
LEXIE: Richard, I got to get off an hour early.
RICHARD: I can't do it. We're 200 surgeries behind our normal.
LEXIE: But I gotta, Richard. It's really, really important. You have to understand my position.
RICHARD: Well, you have to understand my position.
LEXIE: I got to go to the school and talk to Layla's art teacher.
RICHARD: Lexie, Here at Seattle Grace Hospital, we are a team. I'd like to make us a winning team. All the players are equally important. The running guards are more important than the pulling guards. Pulling guards are no more- -
LEXIE: Yeah, I got it. It's like the big old quilting bee.
RICHARD: A what?
LEXIE: You know. Where all the barefoot women on the prarie get together you, and they stitch this one incredible quilt. And no one patch is anymore important than any other patch kinda thing, you know.
RICHARD: Uh-huh.
LEXIE: Well the woman sewing this patch has to get off an hour early today, Chief.
RICHARD: Look, Lexie- -
LEXIE: I'm looking, Richard. Come on. Give me a break..
RICHARD: All right, I'll give you half an hour and it's coming out of your check.
LEXIE: Well, there goes the Lincoln town car.
(Maggie approaches her dad)
MAGGIE: Hey, Dad. Can I have a day off?
RICHARD: (fatherly) No!
(Lexie walks to the cafeteria to find all the ladies eating Ramen noodles and Spring Rolls)
IZZIE: Was Richard giving you a hard time, again?
LEXIE: No. He's giving me that old football speech of his, you know.
IZZIE: Oh yeah. The running backs are no more important...
(The other women join in)
ALL: ..."than the pulling guards..."
LEXIE: Yeah, that old thing. Oh, I just love it when a guy talks sports. It does something to me. The only thing that's more exciting than that is when Mark talks about hydraulic jacks and snow tires.
AMELIA: You can joke all you want. You got yourself the ideal man.
LEXIE: Oh, "ideal," huh?
AMELIA: Sure. I'd give anything to have a man like Mark. He stays home, he never runs around on you-
CRISTINA: (interrupting) He has a daughter with Derek's ex-wife.
AMELIA: (ignoring her) He's good to the kids, and he's hygienic.
LEXIE: (grabs a spring roll and dunks it into sauce) Well, Amelia, you think he came that way? It's all these years of fighting that made him like this.
AMELIA: You're so full of it.
LEXIE: I'm serious. A good man don't just happen. They have to be created by us women.
AMELIA: You think you know everything.
LEXIE: Well I do know everything, Amelia. A guy is a lump. Like this spring roll. (Lexie picks up a spring roll) Okay. So first, you got to get rid of all the stuff his mom did to him. (She teas off two pieces of the spring roll and tosses them off) And then you got to get rid of all that macho crap they pick up from the beer commercials. (tears off another piece and tosses it) And then there's my personal favorite... (tears off a large piece of the spring roll) the male ego. (She pops the piece in her mouth and chews. Some women cheer, others groan)
As everyone gets up to get more spring rolls, Lexie's sister, Meredith, enters, punches in and sits at the table)
LEXIE: Hi, big sis.
MEREDITH: Hi, Lexie...
LEXIE: What?
MEREDITH: You realize that most people use only two percent of their mind's potential?
LEXIE: That much, huh?
MEREDITH: Last night, Derek and I went to this incredible seminar.
LEXIE: What was it this time, "DARE TO BE A MILLIONAIRE"?
MEREDITH: "See it and Be it!"
LEXIE: Be what?
(Meredith sits down and grabs a ramen noodle cup)
CALLIE: HI, Meredith.
MEREDITH: Hey, Callie. Lexie, This guy, Doctor Gerenimo, he teaches you how to tap into the hidden treasures of your unconscious mind.
LEXIE: He does, huh?
MEREDITH: Yeah, it's so simple. He goes, 'If your mind can conceive it, and your heart can believe it, then you can achieve it'
ARIZONA: Achieve what?
LEXIE: Oh, big sis here, went to another one of her and Derek's 'incredible' seminars.
ARIZONA: Oh.
MEREDITH: Great. It was great.
ARIZONA: Maybe I should go with you two to one of your seminars.
MEREDITH: 'See it and Be it' That's the one you should go to, Arizona. This will change your life.
ARIZONA: I'd love to change my life.
MEREDITH: Well, you can. For only $30- it's a one-night course. What you get are get are the basics of visualization.
ARIZONA: Visualization?!
MEREDITH: You use your mind's potential to get anything you want. You want a brand-new car? All you have to do is visualize it.
ARIZONA: Well, that sounds easy enough.
LEXIE: Well, maybe you're on to something here Sis.
MEREDITH: Yeah. You, get out of here.
LEXIE: I'm serious. I'm visualizing a clean house. Kids who don't talk back, a husband who waits on me hand and foot. Your kids never talk back to you and Derek always waits for you. You have the perfect family.
MEREDITH: (happily) Yeah, I know. You can have that.
LEXIE: Right, and we're all getting in Arizona's brand-new car and we're driving up to this beautiful mountain road to go to the countryside to visit the nut barn.
(Screen dissolves to: INT. CLASSROOM- 3:00PM. Mrs. Christen is at her desk, preparing to leave. She carries a briefcase and a sports bag with a squash racquet. Lexie enters, out of breath)
LEXIE: Hi. Are you the art teacher?
MRS CHRISTEN: Yes. I'm Mrs. Christen.
LEXIE: Hi. I'm Layla's Mom.
MRS CHRISTEN: Oh, I'd given up on you. You're fifteen minutes late.
LEXIE: I'm really sorry. I'm a doctor. I got here as fast as I could.
MRS CHRISTEN: I don't think we can do this today.
LEXIE: What?
MRS CHRISTEN: I have another engagement.
LEXIE: What, you're gonna go play tennis?
MRS. CHRISTEN: Squash. Could we do this another day?
LEXIE: No. I had to get off from work an hour early and lose pay, then I got caught in traffic.
MRS. CHRISTEN: All right, we'll do it today. Have a seat. (Lexie sits down on top of a desk) Layla has been demonstrating behavioral problems.
LEXIE: What does that mean?!
MRS. CHRISTEN: She's been barking in class.
LEXIE: (confused) Barking?
MRS. CHRISTEN: Like a dog.
LEXIE: Well, did you tell to stop it.
MRS CHRISTEN: I did.
LEXIE: Did she stop it?
MRS CHRISTEN: She stopped.
LEXIE: What's the problem?
MRS CHRISTEN: I feel this barking is an aggressive manifestation of a deeper internal problem.
LEXIE: Huh?
MRS CHRISTEN: Now, let me explain. We have found out that when behavioral problems arise in the classroom, it usually indicates a problem at home.
LEXIE: Uh-huh.
MRS CHRISTEN: How would you describe your relationship with your daughter?
LEXIE: I'd say it's typical.
MRS CHRISTEN: "Typical"? Not special?
LEXIE: Typical.
MRS CHRISTEN: Do you feel like you spend enough time with your daughter
LEXIE; You mean like "Quality Time"?
MRS CHRISTEN: Yes. Do you spend any free time with Layla?
LEXIE; Well. I have three kids, two step-daughters, and I work so I don't have any free time.
MRS CHRISTEN; See, now, that maybe be the problem.
LEXIE: (pissed) Mm-hmm. I think the problem is, that there is no problem.
MRS CHRISTEN: Your daughter barks.
LEXIE: Our whole family barks.
(Screen changes to kitchen. Lexie enters and sits next to Brian. Holding up the pie and the spoon. Brian has pie crumbs, and a gob of pie filing in the corner of his mouth)
LEXIE: Brian. Do you know anything about this?
BRIAN: About what?
LEXIE: About this pie. Did you eat it?
BRIAN: Nope.
LEXIE: Not even a nibble?
BRIAN: Nope.
(Lexie scrapes the gob of pie filling off Brian's mouth with her finger)
LEXIE: What's all of this?
BRIAN: Dirt.
(Lexie licks her finger)
LEXIE: It tastes like blueberry dirt.
(Lexie gives Brian a playful shake. They both laugh. Layla enters through the front door, wearing a baseball glove. Her clothes are dirty and grass-stained)
LAYLA: (Triumphantly) Mom. Guess what. I struck out Alford Schartz nine time. He threw his ball at me and started crying. The idiot. (grabs a diet cream soda)
BRIAN: Mom?
LEXIE: What?
BRIAN: Can I go over to Timmy's?
LEXIE: No. You can't go noplace for the rest of your life. (Layla comes back into the kitchen. Soda in hand) Come here, you.
LAYLA: What?
LEXIE: Well I talked to your art teacher today.
LAYLA: Oh, Mrs Christen, 'The Bitch.'
LEXIE: Yeah, You're a real jokester, all right. (TV audio clatters) Turn that down! (TV audio stops) She says you've been barking in class.
LAYLA: Yeah.
LEXIE: Well, what do you wanna do want to do that for what?
LAYLA: Mom, she is so boring and mean. IF I don't bark, I'll fall asleep.
(Maria enters from the living room)
MARIA: Mom. Did you get my backpack?
LEXIE: (indicating the counter) Yeah, it's over there.
MARIA: Okay, thanks.
LEXIE: I mean it, Layla. You need to knock it off and I'm serious. No more barking.
LAYLA: But everyone makes fun of Mrs Christen.
MARIA: Mom, this is blue.
LAYLA: Hey, I'm talking to Mom.
MARIA: Well, so I am.
LAYLA: Shut up.
MARIA: Don't tell me to shut up.
LAYLA: Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. You make me want to puke.
MARIA: You are so immature. When are you ever going to grow up?
LEXIE: Stop it, you two. Knock it off! (to Maria) You are gonna use that bag until you're thirty.
MARIA: Oh, great. I'm just gonna look like a freak, that's all.
LAYLA: What else is new?
MARIA: Shut up. (takes a diet cream soda and goes to the living room)
LEXIE: This is why some animals eat their young. (indicates Layla's things) Now look. I want you to take all your stuff up to your room. Right now.
(As Layla is taking her stuff upstairs, Mark enters through the back door)
MARK: (takes a diet cream soda) Hi, Babe.
LAYLA: Dad, I struck out Alford Schartz nine times.
MARK: Yeah, I saw that in the sports page.
LAYLA: Dad-
MARK: And something about him being your boyfriend.
LAYLA: What? He is not my boyfriend.
MARK: You always strike out the one you love, Mrs. Schartz.
LAYLA: He's not my boyfriend. I can't stand him.
MARK: (looking in the fridge singing) K-i-s-s-i-n-g.
LAYLA: Be quiet!
(Layla exits)
MARK: First comes love, then comes marriage... Did you get any beer?
LEXIE: It's on the counter
MARK: Thanks, honey. You're a peach Then comes Starky in a baby carriage. (goes to the counter and pulls a can of beer off a six-pack) Hey, this is warm. (A beat can be heard) Ah, that's all right.
LEXIE: Mark?
MARK: Yes?
LEXIE: How come that sink ain't fixed yet?
MARK: I'm gonna get right on it. Aww, check this out. (unwraps a wooden figure) A genuine, handcarved figurehead.
LEXIE: Uh-huh. Yeah.
MARK: When I get the boat finshed, I'm gonna slap this baby right on the front.
LEXIE: Oh, you are, huh?
MARK: Yeah. Ain't it a beaut? I can't believe Dylan was gonna throw this out.
LEXIE: What were you doing over at Alex's?
MARK: Me and Denny went over there on our break to help him work on his truck.
LEXIE: You said you were gonna do a solo surgery today.
MARK: Wel, I didn't win the bet as the guy bled all over the table.
LEXIE: So you had like the whole rest of the day off?
MARK: No, I didn't have the whole rest of the day off. I was busy making contacts.
LEXIE: With what, Alex's truck and a six-pack?
MARK: Oh, come on, Lexie.
LEXIE: Oh, come on, Mark.
MARK: I was hoping to get a little more work my way. I got my last two solo surgeries from betting.
LEXIE: Well, maybe they can bet you your next wife.
MARK: Maybe.
LEXIE: Ooh! What would I ever do without you? You just sit there and drink your beer, hubby. Ill fix the sink myself.
MARK: The hell you will. I'll fix the sink Lexie.
(Lexie goes to the living room. Mark follows her)
LEXIE: Oh, talk is cheap, Mr. Fix-it.
MARK: Fixing the sink is a husband's job. I am the husband.
LEXIE: Yeah and I'm the wife. So, it's my job to do everything else, right?
MARK: Oh. Don't give me that
LEXIE: (grabs the plumber) Oh, well it must be true. I put in ten hours in the hospital, now I come home and put in fourteen hours. (Layla enters from the kitchen) I'm running around like a maniac, taking back school-
LAYLA: Mom, where's the tape?
LEXIE: In the bathroom. Third drawer. (Layla exits) ...backpacks. Talking to teachers and everything and you don't do nothing.
MARK: Woah! Hey, I do plenty around here.
LEXIE: Like what? Clean the gutters.
MARK: Yeah and? What's the point here, Lexie? There is no point her, okay? No point.
LEXIE: The point is you think this is a magic kingdom where you just sit up here on your throne.
MARK: Oh, yeah?
LEXIE: Yeah and you think everything gets done by some wonderful wizard. Poof! The laundry's folded. Poof! Dinner's on the table.
MARK: You want me to fix dinner? I'll fix dinner. I'm fixing dinner.
(Mark opens up several cans)
LEXIE: Oh. But honey, you just fixed dinner three years ago.
MARK: Think I can't cook. I can cook. I'm cooking.
LEXIE: Yeah. And I'll spend the rest of the night washing up the dishes.
MARK: Hey, I do the dishes.
LEXIE: When?
MARK: Thursday, 6:45 P.M.
LEXIE: (notices Mark is struggling with the cans) We can't have a big bag of corn for dinner. I'll do it. Oh, let me do it. It's easier.
MARK: See? I try to help.
LEXIE: Well, you better try a big harder. You know what? You better come down off your throne right now and start helping me out 'cause I'm getting fed up.
MARK: Well, I got a royal news news flash for you.
MARIA: (O.S) Mom, Dad! Layla cut her finger off! (enters)
(The living room)
LEXIE: What happened?
MARIA: She cut herself with the scissors.
MARK: Let's see. Oh, okay come on. Let's go.
MARIA: Take her to the emergency room. She needs a tourniquet!
LEXIE: Shut up, honey.
(Back to the kitchen)
MARK: I'm just gonna wash this off first, okay?
LAYLA: Ow.
MARK: It's okay. It's gonna be okay. We just got to keep your finger above your head.
LAYLA: But it hurts.
MARK: Yeah, honey. Try not to think about your finger. Think about something else.
LAYLA: I can't.
MARK: Yeah, you can. Think about a flower.
LEXIE: Flower?
MARK: Yeah, close your eyes. Go close them. (Layla nods) Now, think about a really pretty flower. It's out in the middle of the field, and the sun's shining on it. Can you see it?
LAYLA: No!
MARK: Forget about the flower- think about the demolition derby.
LAYLA: What about it?
MARK: Remember how that yellow station wagon got clobbered?
LAYLA: Yeah, that was neat.
MARK: Yep and then two guys sandwiched him and slammed him into a wall.
LAYLA: Yeah?
MARK: Mhmm and then Ricky Tornado came full speed and tore the guy's rear end off, flipping him.
LAYLA: Yeah, that was a blast.
MARK: OK, Bub. You're all finished.
LAYLA: I am?
MARK: Yep.
LAYLA: I didn't even feel a thing.
LEXIE: Pretty cool, Huh?
LAYLA: Yeah, thanks. (Runs off)
LEXIE: Are you hungry?
MARK: Not really.
LEXIE: Great, I'll fix dinner.
MARK: Great.
(Time lapse)
LEXIE: (hands him his plate) Here you go.
MARK: Oh, thanks, Babe. Honey, feel this. You won't believe how smooth it is. Run your hand along with it. Feels good, huh?
LEXIE: (flatly) Yeah, I'm trembling with excitement.
MARK: Just think. When you and so are retired, we're gonna be crusing the Caribbean on this baby.
(She laughs and screen blacks)
Authors Note: Sorry the took so long. I was suffering from writers block and this took forever for me to complete. Review and give me ideas please, thanks!