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Bender, Brian, Claire and Bernia were all sitting in a circle on chairs. Brian had on Bender's sunglasses making funny faces trying to be cool. He then bursts out laughing along with the other three, making stomping noises with his feet by moving them fast. Bender lights a match from his teeth, then lights Claire up so she can take a puff. She coughs out the smoke and Brian and Bender laugh at her. Claire smiles and then tries again, Bernia blows out smoke and twists her head around as if she was lost and giggles. She, Claire and Bender look at Brian who blows smoke and then tries to eat it. The two girls laugh loving Brian's high side, he then starts talking in a weird tone.
Brian: (High) Chicks, can not hold der smoke! That's what it is!
They all laugh. Bernia looks at Brian like he was crazy.
Bernia: Oh, really?
Bernia takes a real long puff, passes it to Bender and then sits on Brian's lap. His shyness gone from sight, he grabs her waist with one arm. Bernia then asks for Brian to open his mouth and she blows the smoke into it. They both laugh.
Bernia: (To Brian) Does that answer your question about chicks holding their smoke?
Brian: (High) Ditto babe.
Claire: Do you know popular I am? I am so popular, everybody loves me so much, at this school...
Bender: Poor baby.
Brian motions for Bender to give him a hi-five. He does, but he ends up giving him one so hard they it sent Brian on the ground. Claire and Bernia burst out laughing. Andrew comes out of the foreign language room that's filled with smoke. He inhales another puff and then starts dancing. Runs to do a cartwheel, takes off his jacket and throws it, dives and dances like a madman. Swipes the American flag, stands on top of a view chair and then takes his white thermal shirt off and throws that. Everyone looks and cheers for Andrew, Brian whistles at him. Andrew dances back into the room, slams the door and lets out a scream loud enough that it shatters the glass from the door. Allison watches all this, as if she's not part of them. After watching them get high, she goes into a room, climbs on top of a table, gets on her knees. She then not only hugs herself, but even hums to herself.
Meanwhile with Vernon, he is looking through the confidential files in the school basement.
Vernon: (To himself) Mister, oh mister Tearney...a history of slight mental illness? Wooh, no wonder he's so fucked up!
All of a sudden, Carl enters.
Carl: Afternoon, Dick...
Vernon: Hey Carl, how you doing?
Carl: Good...
Vernon: Good. What's up?
Carl: Not much. What's happening, what are you doing here in the basement files?
Vernon: Oh, nothing, nothing here. I'm just doing a little homework here...
Carl: Homework, huh?
Vernon: Yeah...
Carl, not believing Vernon, laughs and comes over to see what files that he's looking at.
Carl: Confidential files...hmm?
Vernon: Look, Carl... this is a highly sensitive area and I, I tell you something...certain people would be very, very embarrassed. I would really appreciate it if, if, if, if this is something that,you and I could keep between us...
Carl: What're you gonna do for me man?
Vernon: Well, what would you like?
Carl: Got fifty bucks?
Vernon: What?
Carl: Fifty bucks...
Back in the library, Andrew, Brian and Bernia are laughing, Allison is hanging out over by the statue in the back of the library and Bender and Claire are sitting down.
Andrew: (To Brian) No, no man, no; you got a middle name?
Brian: Yeah, guess...
Allison takes interest in the conversation. As she speaks, she moves to sit next to the trio.
Allison: (To Brian) Your middle name is Ralph, as in puke...
Andrew, Brian and Bernia look at her in confusion.
Allison: ...Your birthday is March 12th, you're five-nine and a half, you weigh a hundred and thirty pounds and your social security number is 0-4-9-3-8-0-9-1-3.
Andrew and Bernia are impressed.
Andrew: Are you physic?
Allison: No...
Brian: Well you mind telling me how you, you know all this about me?
Allison reaches in her bag.
Allison: I stole your wallet...
She shows it and grins.
Brian: Give it to me...
Allison: No...
Brian: Please, give it.
Allison: Because you said please.
Allison gives it to him due to his politeness.
Brian: (Curious) Are you, like a theif?
Allison: I'm not a theif!
Brian: Sorry...I meant, uh, multi-talented.
Allison feels a little better, giving Brian a small smile.
Brian: You didn't uh...
Allison: Come on Bri, what's there to steal? Just two bucks and a beaver shot!
The trio's eyes widen.
Andrew and Bernia in union: A what?
Brian: (Mouthing to Allison) No! No! Stop!
Allison: He's got a nudie picture in there! I saw it, it's perverted!
Andrew: Alright, let's see!
Bender is brushing his teeth with one of Claire's cosmetic brushes.
Claire: (To Bender) Are these all your girlfriends?
Bender: Some of them...
Claire: What about the others?
Bender: Well, some I consider my girlfriends and some...I just consider...
Claire: Consider what?
Bender: Whether or not, I wanna hang out with them...
Claire: You don't believe in just one guy, one girl?
Bender: Do you?
Claire: Yeah...that's the way it should be.
Bender: Well, not for me...
Claire: Why not?
Bender didn't answer right away so he acts defensive.
Bender: How come you got so much shit in your purse?
Claire: How come you got so many girlfriends?
Bender: I asked you first...
Claire: I don't know...I guess I never throw anything away.
Bender: Neither do I...
Claire: Oh...
Andrew and Bernia are now looking through Brian's wallet with Allison looking on.
Andrew: This is the worst fake ID I've ever seen...
Brian and Bernia laugh.
Andrew: (To Brian) Do you realize you made yourself look sixty eight?
Brian: Oh, I know...I know, I goofed it.
Bernia: I'll bet you still look good at that age.
Brian smiles at her.
Andrew: What do you need a fake ID for Brian?
Brian: (Like it's obvious) So I can vote!
Allison looks up suddenly.
Allison: You wanna see what's in my bag?
Bernia: Sure, why not?
Brian: Yeah...
Andrew: Okay...
Allison looks at Bernia and gives her a full smile. Bernia returns it. Allison then dumps the contents of her bag onto the couch.
Andrew: Holy shit! What is all that stuff?
Brian: You always carry that much shit in your bag?
Allison: Yeah...I always carry this much shit...in my bag...you never know when you might have to jam...
Bernia: You know, Allison, I don't know you that well. But, I would like too. Why do you feel the need to, you know...find random things?
Allison: I'll do what I have to do...
Brian: Why do you have to do anything?
Allison: (With feeling) My home life is un...satisfying...
Brian: (Worried) So you're saying you'd subject yourself to the violent dangers of the Chicago streets because your home life is unsatisfying?
Allison: I don't have to run away and live in the street...I can run away and, go to the ocean, I can go to the country, I can go to the mountains. I can go to Israel, Africa, Afghanistan...
Brian looks at her and nods.
Brian: I guess you and I are in the same boat then. I don't blame you there.
Allison smiles. Brian looks to Bernia.
Brian: What about you, Bernia?
Bernia: I would travel to see my mother's home in Ireland, then see France and Canada which my father is. Traveling around the world is fun.
Brian: Andrew, you wanna get in this?
Andrew: What?
Brian: Allison says she wants to run away because her home life is unsatisfying, and I don't blame her one bit because it can get a little boring. Even at my own house.
Andrew: Well, everyone's home lives are unsatisfying...If it wasn't, people would live with their parents forever...
Bernia: He's right.
Brian: Oh, I know. I just wanna say that Allison, don't worry. You're not alone.
Allison gave all of them a smile.
Brian: Allison?
Allison: Yeah?
Brian: (Hesitated) Well, um, I was afraid to ask this. I mean it's kinda pointless bringing it up again from the middle of the day but um...you get along with your parents?
Allison looks at Brian for a moment but then looks down, she then puts the stuff she dumped out back in her bag.
Brian: Allison, No. I didn't mean to-
Allison: It's okay...I'm just gonna...
She gets up and walks away. Brian felt guilty.
Brian: I didn't mean to upset her. Great, she probably hates now.
Bernia: Shhh. She doesn't hate you. She's getting used to opening up.
Brian: And I'm getting used in not shutting up...
Andrew: Hey don't worry bout it. I'll go talk to her.
Andrew goes after Allison, leaving Brian and Bernia alone wit each other.
Brian: I'm a real dweeb am I?
Bernia shushes him again, stroking his cheek.
Bernia: Can I show you something?
Brian: Sure...
Bernia digs in her pants pocket and pulls out a picture of herself. Although she was much different. Bernia in the picture had curly hair, braces, wore geeky girl clothes and was a little pale.
Brian: Was that...you?
Bernia: Yep. I was way more much of a dweeb back then. Until, one day I got tired of the teasing and so on. Infact, one of Claire's friends 2nd in command, Yolanda Archibald was the main one that always tried to fuck with me. So, I changed myself. You ever felt like you loved yourself no matter what, but you don't like what you see?
Brian: Everyday. Story of my life...
Bernia looked at Brian sadly but then reached in her back pocket to pull out a ring and puts it on her finger.
Bernia: You see this?
Brian takes a look at the ring.
Bernia: My mother gave this to me to remind me that I'm always loved and to be strong no matter what. They helped me infact with my look as you see me now. This ring has brought me more luck and courage then I thought. Her mother gave it to her when she was a child, but even before then her Grandmother had it way before she did. I guess, it brought all of them luck.
Brian: How lucky was this ring?
Bernia: Well, it did make my mom meet my father. They were so in love. Now, it's liked they've lost that passion that they once had, you know? So mom gave it to me as a way for me to find the same passion of feelings they had. I want to se them rekindle that so bad but, what can I do?
Brian: ...Never stop believing...I haven't. Not until I've met you.
Bernia smiles at Brian and she then hugs him really tight, not letting go and letting the tears flow.
Bernia: (Crying softly) Thank you...so much, Brian.
He said nothing. They just let the moment sink in. Andrew was over to Allison.
Andrew: (To Allison) Hi, you wanna talk?
Allison: I don't know...
Andrew: Come on. Please?
Allison looks at him, silently crying.
Allison: We have problems...
Andrew: Oh, we do?
Allison: I'm to weird for people to understand and, no offense, but you do everything what everyone else tells you.
Andrew: No I don't!
Allison didn't say anything.
Andrew: Look, come on! At least tell me what's wrong? If this is about what Brian asked you, he didn't mean to hurt you.
Allison: I know. It's just that...
Andrew: What? Is it bad?
Allison stays quiet.
Andrew: Real bad?
Still no answer.
Andrew: Parents?
Allison: Yeah...
Andrew nods, knowing Brian was right.
Andrew: What they do to you?
Allison: They ignore me...
Andrew: Yeah...yeah...
They are now both silently crying.
