Sorry for the long wait. I never moved out with my boyfriend like I was going to. Now we are no longer together. My computer crashed and I lost my job. Well I now have a new computer and a new job. So I will try to update more. Well here is the next chapter.

Chapter 7

Firefly: How about we get right to it?

Hunter: That sounds good.

Randy'S ROOM

He's sitting on the edge of the bed buttoning his shirt. He sighs deeply and fall back on the bed.

SCHOOL. HALLWAY

Mickie is at her locker during a passing period. A GIRLFRIEND comes up to her.

Candice: I'm really sorry about your brother.

Mickie: What're you sorry for? I have to live with the trouser snake.

Candice: No, I mean I heard he's really sick.

Mickie: Who said he's sick.

Candice: A whole bunch of people. They said he's like on the verge of death.

Mickie stares incredulously at the girl.

Candice: This guy in my biology class said that if Ferris dies he's giving his eyes to Stevie Wonder? He's really sweet isn't he?

She smiles and exits. Mickie cocks her head in bewilderment. She kicks her locker shut.

Shawn's ROOM

He's in bed on the phone.

Shawn: A sample of my blood was sent to Atlanta to the Center for Disease Control. I don't know, man, I'm bricking heavily. (point to the phone) Freshman. (to the phone) Did you see Alien? When the guy had the creature in his stomach? It feels like that.

SCHOOL. HALLWAY

A FRESHMAN BOY is on the pay phone. A couple of his BUDDIES are standing at his side waiting anxiously for news.

Todd: Goddamn! Are you kidding?

Coach: What?

Todd: Did you see Alien?

Coach: No.

Todd: You never rented the video cassette?

Coach shakes his head, no.

Todd: Oh. He's really wasted.

Cody: (to the Coach) Who's he talking to?

Coach: Shawn Michaels. You know him?

Cody: (excited) Yeah. He's getting me out of summer school.

Todd: Anyway, I appreciate you letting us know how you're doing. We gotta split. (pause) Huh?...Yeah, sure. Hold on.

Coach: (to Cody) Shit. I hope he doesn't die. I can't handle summer school.

The boy snatches a passing GIRL.

Todd: Did you see Alien?

Maria: Yeah, why?

He hands her the phone.

Maria: Hello? (pause) Who? (pause) Hi, Shawn. How's your bod? (jaw drops) Oh, my God! You're dying? Is it serious? (pause) Shiit! Are you upset?

Hunter: I feel like some thing should be said about all this but I don't know what.

Firefly: I was wondering how long we could go with no interuptions.

Hunter: Sorry but they are all idiots if they believe that.

DEAN'S OFFICE

Vince is comparing his computer monitor to hard copy. His SECRETARY is standing over his shoulder.

Vince: I don't trust this kid any further than I can throw him!

Victoria: With your bad knee, you better not throw anybody, Vince.

Vince stares at her for a long beat.

Vince: What's so dangerous about a character like Shawn Michaels is that he gives the good kids bad ideas. The last thing I need at this point in my career is fifteen hundred Shawn Michaels disciples running around these halls.

Victoria: He's very popular, Vince. Sportos, motorheads, geeks, sluts, pinheads, dweebies, wonkers, richies, they all adore him.

Vince: That's exactly why I have to catch him this time. To show these kids that the example he sets is a first class ticket to nowhere.

Victoria: (impressed) Ooo. You sounded like Dirty Harry just now.

Vince looks up at her with a proud smile.

Vince: Really?

He unconsciously does an Eastwood squint.

Hunter: That is an insult to Clint Eastwood.

Firefly: Just can't help yourself can you?

Hunter: Nope.

Shawn's HOUSE

It's a glorious late spring day. A florist's truck drives past the house.

Shawn's ROOM

He's on the telephone. As he speaks he does a little MacPainting on his MacIntosh. A Modigliani nude.

Shawn: Randy, if you're not over here in fifteen minutes, you can find a new best friend. I'm serious, man. This is bullshit, making me wait around the house for you.

Randy's BEDROOM

Randy's back in bed.

Randy: I'm sick. I feel like shit. Why can't you leave me alone?

Shawn's VOICE: You're not up for some good times? It's a beautiful day. It's almost summer. If this was Hawaii, we'd be surfing.

Shawn's ROOM

He's growing weary of Randy's wimpishness.

Shawn: You want to stay home and try to have the shits? Try to barf? Try to feel worse?

Randy'sVOICE: I don't have to try.

Shawn: Be a man. Take some Pepto Bismol and get dressed. You're boring me with this stuff.

The other phone line rings.

Shawn: Squeeze you buns for a second. I got another call.

He puts Randy on hold. He clears his throat and answers the second line. He sounds like he's on his last breath.

Shawn: H--hell-o?

OFFICE BUILDING. DOWNTOWN

A LaSalle Street office tower.

Ric's VOICE: Shawn?

Ric's OFFICE

He's behind his desk. Nice office. Two windows. Herman Miller desk and chair.

Ric: You sound miserable.

Shawns' VOICE: Really? Darn! I thought I was improving.

Ric: Were you sleeping?

Shawns' VOICE: I was trying to do some homework.

Hunter: Don't lie Shawn.

Firefly: That is it for the day.

At that everyone leaves.

So there it is. R/R.