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~New Character Introduced~
Lucas
Original Date of Post: 06/22/2008
Narrator: The Senior Prom! This night should be the most romantic night for any high school senior. Just as long as the music is decent, the theme is not stupid, and you actually have a date that doesn’t stand you up. For girls, it’s about finding the perfect dress. For guys, it’s trying not to get ripped off on the tuxedo. And of course, it’s all about showing up with a date. Brock, who has been alone for every single dance since he has entered high school…
Random Idiot: Hey, that’s not true! In episode 4-3 Sakura was his mystery date!
Narrator: That didn’t count! Now shut up and get out of here before I call the cops! Where was I? Oh yeah! This year, he is determined to find a date to the dance!
Brock: I won’t take no for an answer! This year will go down in history that Brock Harrison will get a date for his own Senior Prom. Mark my words, it will happen and it will be the greatest night of my life!
Ash: Okay Brock!
Brock: You don’t think I’m capable of getting a date, do you?
Ash: It’s just that you really have to step up your game and make an effort into not making yourself look like a pervert.
Brock: I can do that!
Ash: But if you do hit rock-bottom, there is one person you can take.
Brock: I’d be happy to take this sweet angel! Wait a minute! You said “one person.” I hope you’re not saying what I think you are saying…I’M NOT GOING OUT WITH HARLEY!!!
Ash: It’s merely a suggestion! Harley’s been rather moody since Tucker can’t go since he lives out of town and has term papers due soon.
Brock: You want compassion? Go to Marcus! I need females! (Marina walks up) I want something with lips, legs, breasts, and ass! Ugh! Hi Marina!
Marina: You’re a pervert! (She walks away)
Brock: Oh that’s real original! (She throws a book at his head)
Marcus: Oh God, you’re desperate for a date again!
Brock: This is the last dance of our high school days, so you realize how important this is to me. Say, how about you be a good friend and take Harley to the dance?
Marcus: Bite me Brock! I’m trying to find a girl to go out with me and I don’t want to look back on my Senior Prom and tell my future bastards that my date was a gender-confused male.
Brock: You think you have a chance of finding a date?
Marcus: I’ve had more dates to dances than you have.
Brock: Ha, Marisa doesn’t count! But I see where you’re getting that. You don’t think I can get a date too! Well, I’ll show the world that I can get a date for the Prom. (Brock walks off)
Marcus: He’s so obsessed!
Ash: Yeah! Five bucks says he shows up dateless and spends the night sulking.
Marcus: I say he won’t show up out of sheer embarrassment! (Marisa and Tracey walk up)
Marisa: You two are betting against Brock?
Ash: You just cannot lose with these odds!
Tracey: Put me down for five dollars saying that Brock gets tricked by a girl and goes to the date with false hopes.
Ash: I can see that happening. Good imagination Tracey! (Marisa sighs)
Marcus: Come on little buddy, you know you want to join in the bet.
Marisa: To be honest, I really think Brock is going to get a date this time. Although, I do have my belief that this date might be out of pity or a possible last resort!
Ash: Sounds like a pipe dream to me! Show me the money or shut up! (Marisa pulls out a five dollar bill) Now that’s more like it!
Tracey: Oh yeah, that reminds me! I hope you don’t mind but I put your application for Prom Queen in the box.
Marisa: Thank you Tracey.
Marcus: You’re conforming?
Marisa: That’s not your concern! Besides, I have no chance of being Prom Queen. I’m doing this for the hell of it!
Marcus: What are you talking about? People love you! You’re well-known since you’re Principal Oak’s assistant. Sure the job may have its ups and downs, but you’ve helped your fair share of people throughout the years. And you’ve shown nothing but care and compassion to everyone…except for me. (She growls) Okay, you’re nice to me! My point is that people do care about you and you’ll see the end result on Prom night.
Tracey: Don’t forget, I’m running for Prom King.
Marisa: Yeah, that’s true. It would be a real hoot if we ended up as King and Queen.
Marcus: I know you’re already picturing it in your head. But don’t put all of your eggs in one basket. I heard from a reliable source that Whitney is going out for Prom Queen.
Marisa: WHITNEY? God, not this again! (Sakura walks up)
Sakura: Well, I’ll be sure to vote for you Marisa.
Marcus: Sakura! I was wondering if you would like to be my date for Prom.
Sakura: Well that’s sweet of you to ask Marcus, but I’m afraid I’m already taken.
Marcus: I’m starting to feel like Brock right about now.
Ash: So, who asked you this time?
Sakura: I’m going with Richie this time!
Marisa: Richie, huh? I thought there was something between you two and this confirms it!
Sakura: It's not like that! It's just that...
Narrator: Let’s freeze for a second! You see, it all started during an innocent little study session during midterms last month. They were in the middle of a big chemistry cram session and all of a sudden, chemistry starts kicking in if you know what I mean. And then they started making out and…
Sakura: AH! Shut up! Okay, now you all know!
Marisa: I didn’t know you two were…sexual!
Sakura: We’re not. It’s just an innocent, little relationship. We’ve just kept it under wraps for the last month. Hey, I’m not an open book like the rest of you!
Marcus: Damn it all!
Tracey: Since when are you so concerned about finding a date to the dance?
Marcus: It’s just that I don’t really want to be by myself for the Senior Prom. Even if it’s just with a friend, I would take it. As long as it’s a female!
Marisa: Okay, you’re starting to sound like Brock! (In another part of the hall)
Brianna: Any of you girls going to the Prom?
Laura: Isn’t it mostly for upperclassmen?
Brianna: Oh, that’s so old school! Nowadays, everybody goes to the Prom.
Dawn: I might. The only problem is that we don’t have dates.
Brianna: Good point! But of course Laura has been seeing Gary so that just leaves you and me to find dates to the dance. How you were able to bag yourself a senior on your first week is beyond me. (Zoey walks up)
Zoey: What’s going on?
Dawn: We’re deciding on dates for Prom.
Zoey: Really? You all are going to Prom?
Brianna: You better believe it. It’s a way to be noticed by the cute upperclassmen.
Laura: Isn’t it just a dance?
Brianna: Hardly! This is the dance where we can set a reputation.
Zoey: Who taught you that bull-crap?
Brianna: Erika.
Dawn: That sounds about right. (At lunch)
Drew: Hey you guys! Where’s Brock?
Tracey: Looking for a date.
Drew: And Marcus?
Tracey: Same as Brock. (May walks up) Oh God, what the hell is that?
Drew: That would be the lunch special! I swear the cook hasn’t been the same after he’s been struck by lightening. How are you feeling May?
May: I’m okay, I’m just friggin’ starving!
Misty: Oh the little mother needs to eat!
Marisa: How are things?
May: Fine! I went for an ultrasound the other day and everything looks good in there.
Ash: So do you know if it’s going to be a boy or a girl yet?
Drew: No, we decided that we want to be surprised when it comes out. And I don’t want any of you betting on our baby’s gender.
Ash: Okay fine.
Marisa: Just as well. Gambling is a bad habit!
Ash: You’re one to talk! You’re just as bad as Marcus when it comes to gambling!
Marisa: I’m just doing what I can until the day I become legal! (Whitney walks up)
Whitney: Hello everybody. (Marisa growls) Marisa, you’re going out for Prom Queen? I think it’s great that you’re coming out of your shell and show the school that you are more than just a nark. I hate to disappoint you but I will be crowned Prom Queen.
Marisa: Whatever you say.
Whitney: You’re not intimidated by my declaration? (Marisa giggles) And just what is so funny?
Marisa: Nothing.
Whitney: And Tracey, I’m glad you’ve decided to go out for King. To be honest, I’m surprised that you and Marisa have lasted this long in the relationship. Though, we shall see how long it’ll last after Prom.
Marisa: Now look who’s cocky! (Whitney walks away)
Tracey: You didn’t strike back!
Drew: Now that doesn’t sound like the Marisa I’ve come to know. What gives?
Marisa: Simple. I just didn’t see the point in arguing or comparing myself to her. I don’t find it necessary to make false declarations. I don’t care who wins the title as Prom Queen, as long as that bitch goes down in flames like the Hindenburg.
Misty: Oh…the humanity!
May: Well she’s back! Tracey, why on earth did you decide to go out for King?
Tracey: I just wanted to do it for the hell of it.
May: Oh, just imagine if you two were King and Queen! It’s so beautiful! I think I’m going to cry. (Tears up)
Drew: Hormones again! (Outside)
Ash: Where the hell is Brock?
Richie: I think he’s trying to look for a date for the Prom. I say he’s going to come to the dance with a blow-up doll.
Ash: Care to make a bet?
Richie: You're betting against your own best friend?
Ash: All of us are! The bet start at five dollars. You give me the money and I’ll put you down.
Morrison: A blow-up doll? That’s the best you can come up with? (Pulls out a five dollar bill) Put me down for him going to the dance with his mother.
Ash: His mother?
Morrison: Oh come on! Have you seen Brock’s mother? What a babe!
Richie: You are just sick and wrong.
Ash: Maybe so, but his bet is pretty good compared to some of the others that I got.
Richie: I can’t believe that in just one month, we’ll be leaving this school.
Ash: Unbelievable! It’s actually amazing that I’m passing all of my classes and so I’ll be able to graduate with my class. (Morrison sighs) Hey Richie, I hear you’re going to the dance with Sakura.
Richie: (Sighs) And I bet that stupid narrator told you I was giving her a blow-job or something else that’s completely false!
Ash: What’s a blow-job? (All groan) Well I’m glad you’re going out with Sakura. (Marcus walks up) How goes the date hunt?
Marcus: No good! This sucks!
Ash: Marcus, I will tell you this. You are a sweet guy with a personality to boot. Honestly, you have a better chance at finding a date than Brock.
Marcus: Speaking of Casanova, how’s the bet going?
Ash: Let’s see, I got you, me, Tracey, Marisa, Misty, Sakura, Richie, and Morrison in and hopefully one of us will be right.
Marcus: Well, I’m going to hang out in the theatre for a little bit. I’ll see you guys later. (In the theatre)
Erika: Where the hell could she be?
Grace: Will you calm down Erika! Look, I’m sure Kelly will be here soon. She’s probably in another classroom working on something important.
Erika: Maybe you don’t realize how important this is! This is our LAST performance together in high school! We promised Principal Oak that we would sing at Commencement and God-damn it we are going to sing together!
Grace: Take a chill pill! You and I are going to the University and Kelly will be going to the Community College nearby. It’s not like we’re going to be going to a different planet. We’ll still see each other when we get a chance. And I know how important this is for you and the group.
Erika: It’s just that we’ve been together for seven years. Now that we’re graduating high school, I'm just uncertain about many things.
Grace: We’ll figure out something when the time comes. For now, let’s just take things one step at a time. (Marcus walks up)
Marcus: Hey ladies!
Erika: Marcus, could you do us a big favor? Could you find Kelly for us and tell her that she’s late for rehearsals?
Marcus: That’s no problem. (He walks away) I wonder where she could be. (Soft crying) Huh? Sounds like it’s coming from the tool room! (Opens the door) Huh? Kelly, is everything okay?
Kelly: MARCUS! Oh um, yes! Everything is fine! Don’t worry about me! I just came here to sit and think.
Marcus: Well from the outside it sounded like you were crying. Are you feeling alright?
Kelly: Not really. I mean, would you feel fine if your boyfriend dumps you right before the Senior Prom?
Marcus: I guess I wouldn’t know any of that because I don’t have a boyfriend and I never will. (Kelly giggles) There, I got a little smile out of you. And second, I really don’t have to worry about heartbreak as of now since I don’t even have a girlfriend.
Kelly: Well, I guess I kind of feel better talking to you. I don’t know what it is, but you do have a way with making people feel better.
Marcus: That’s what Marisa always tells me, although she has her own funny way of telling me that. (Kelly giggles) Huh? Say Kelly, since you’re free for the dance, I was wondering if you would like to be my date.
Kelly: You mean it! This isn’t a trick?
Marcus: No trick! I’ve been looking for somebody to go to the dance with.
Kelly: I will Marcus! (She kisses him on the cheek) Oh God, I better meet up with the girls before they burn me at the stake. I’ll see you later! (She walks out)
Marcus: Oh yeah, I rock out loud! (After school in the courtyard)
Tracey: I hear Brock is going out for Prom King.
Marisa: Dear Jesus, is he that desperate for a date that he would stoop to some popularity contest? (Sighs) I said that and yet we're going out for the same court.
Tracey: I will admit that it is a stretch for him.
Marisa: The one thing about going out for Prom King and Queen is that barely anybody is going for the title since most everyone went for Homecoming court and don’t bother with Prom. Plus, only four boys and four girls can get in. (Marcus walks up)
Marcus: And those four boys and girls have been chosen! For King, we have Joshua, Brock, Gary and yourself Tracey.
Tracey: Sorry that you already lost your bet. I mean if Brock is going out for Prom King, he will show up.
Marcus: Tell me about it! But as I was saying, for Queen, we have Whitney, Erika, you of course little buddy, and I rather not say this last name.
Marisa: Why? Who else is running?
Marcus: Before I say who it is, I have to ask, is Principal Oak or anyone else in the administration a chronic pot-smoker? I only ask that because Harley is running for Prom Queen.
Tracey: Harley? (Imagines slow dancing with Harley) I think I’m going to be sick!
Marisa: It doesn’t seem too bad!
Tracey: Not that bad?
Marisa: Times have changed. People are more tolerant about a gay boy going out for Prom Queen and I certainly have nothing against that. (Erika walks up)
Erika: It’s horrible! This is just terrible!
Marcus: What’s wrong now Drama Queen?
Erika: Harley? Going out for Prom Queen? It’s the most God-awful thing that could possibly happen!
Marisa: Erika, it’s not that bad!
Erika: Look girlie! I’m not homophobic! I have nothing against gays! But when it comes to Prom Queen, it’s every GIRL for HERSELF! (She walks off)
Marcus: I knew she was going to react like that. Oh yeah, I got a date.
Marisa: Oh Marcus, I knew you could! Wait, who is it?
Marcus: I’m going with Kelly!
Marisa: Kelly? She's quirky, she says absurd things like you...My God, she’s perfect for you!
Narrator: The days were passing on by and Brock was still desperate for a date. He’s tried begging!
Brock: Please, go to the date with me.
Narrator: He’s tried bribery!
Brock: I got a $50 bill in my pocket!
Narrator: And it was finally the day before Prom and there was still no luck for him. Yes, it looks like Brock is going to be alone for yet another dance.
Brock: Hey shut up!
Narrator: Oh, sorry!
Brock: No date, this sucks! Even Marcus has a date! How sad is that? (In the hallway)
Ash: Okay you guys, there’s one more day until Prom. Any last minute bets?
Richie: I think we’ve got everybody.
Laura: Mind if I put in? I’ll say that he’ll start hitting on the younger girls at the dance as soon as he walks through that door.
Ash: Sure thing Laura!
Dawn: You guys are unbelievable! I can’t believe you would bet against your own friend.
Ash: It’s just a friendly wager Dawn. Besides, I’m surprised that you would have these feelings. I’m wondering if he actually hit on you.
Zoey: I know he’s been doing it to a lot of us. Him and his younger, idiot brother!
Laura: That’s still no reason to drag Forrest to the girl’s bathroom and give him a swirly!
Zoey: I didn’t get caught and he has too much pride to admit that he got out-done by a girl.
Dawn: Oh yeah! I have a date!
Zoey: You do?
Dawn: Well, he doesn’t go to this school. But, I’ve known this guy since we were little kids. I called him up a couple of days ago and asked him to go. (Zoey sighs)
Brianna: That’s nice! I’m going with Wally. I wonder what it is that makes him so cute.
Dawn: My guess would be the green hair, like with your infatuation for Drew. Zoey, you never told me who you’re going to the dance with.
Zoey: I’m just going to go by myself. I’m really not interested in obsessing over a date.
Marisa: I like that about you Zoey. A dance is not about showing up with the greatest arm-candy in the world. (Whitney walks up)
Whitney: I don’t know Nark! I’ve seen you at all of the dances and each time you seem to have come with a date. (Marisa scoffs) Getting scared?
Marisa: I’m just fine. (She giggles)
Whitney: That new upbeat attitude of yours is scaring me. See you at the dance or as I call it, my crowning glory. (She leaves)
Ash: Not even one smart remark! It’s almost as if you let her walk all over you.
Marisa: It’s no big deal. (Walks away)
Ash: That was weird. Normally, she would tear Whitney a new one. Oh crap, Brock’s coming! (Brock walks up) Hey buddy! How’s the search going?
Brock: Lousy! At least there’s a silver lining! If I get crowned Prom King or even Prom Prince, I’ll still get to slow dance with the Queen or Princess. And the good part of it is that you get to vote for two out of the four nominees. Even if it means dancing with Erika or Whitney or even Marisa, I don’t mind at all.
Misty: What about Harley?
Brock: Please! Like if Harley can win! That’s a laugh! (Brock walks off)
Dawn: (Whispering) Put me down for five bucks saying that he hits on one of the Prom Queen nominees. (That night at Brock’s house)
Brock: Grace? What are you doing here?
Grace: Hi Brock. Listen, I know I’ve always given you the cold shoulder every time you tried asking me out. Since this is the last dance of our high school days, I was wondering if you would like to be my date for Prom.
Brock: You really mean it? This isn’t some sick trick? You didn’t lose a bet, did you? Anything like that!
Grace: Nothing like that. I don’t have anyone else to go with and I don’t really feel like going to the dance by myself.
Brock: I’LL TAKE IT!
Grace: Okay then! (Thinking) What did I get myself into?
Narrator: Finally, it was the night of the big dance and everybody was getting their last minute arrangements set for the romantic evening ahead. The girls were busy getting their hair done, while the boys were getting their tuxedos and setting up some dinner reservations. That night, some of the freshmen came to the dance early.
Zoey: I must say the school does a good job with the dances. I was impressed with what they did for Homecoming, but this is pretty swanky.
Brianna: What did you expect? Prom is the most romantic night of the year. And another thing, why the hell are you wearing a tuxedo? Shouldn’t you wear a dress?
Zoey: What the hell? Are you my mother? I’ll wear whatever I want!
Brianna: Suit yourself honey! Would you be a dear and find us a place to sit Drew?
Wally: My name is Wally, remember?
Brianna: Just do it if you want to live to see tomorrow! (Dawn walks in) Well that must be Dawn and her date. Hello Dawn!
Dawn: Hi you guys! I want you to meet my date Lucas. Lucas, this is my friend Zoey. I’m sure you remember Brianna.
Lucas: Nice to meet you Zoey! (Zoey glares at him) And Brianna, nice to see you again!
Brianna: (Whispering) Nice choice Dawn! I thought that there was something between you two in middle school. Now my hunch is accurate!
Dawn: (Whispering) It’s nothing like that! (Laura and Gary walk in)
Brianna: There you are Laura!
Laura: Oh sorry, we went to dinner with Marisa and Tracey. Dawn is this your date?
Dawn: Yeah, this is Lucas.
Gary: Come on Laura; let’s find a table to sit at. (Marisa and Tracey walk in)
Tracey: I guess we find out tonight. Are you nervous?
Marisa: Not at all. (Gasps) Is that? It is! (She runs to the DJ) Mary, it is you!
Mary: Marisa, it’s been a long time! How are you?
Marisa: I’m doing fine! But what are you doing here?
Mary: Well Principal Oak hired me to be the deejay for the evening and the next thing you know, here I am. (Tracey walks over) I take it that he’s your date!
Marisa: Yeah! Mary, this is Tracey. Tracey, this is Mary. Back in freshmen year, she was the office aid who taught me everything.
Mary: Nice to meet you Tracey. (Leans over to Marisa) He’s a hunk, keep a hold of him! Well, back to work for me. If you have any requests, just give me a holler! And halfway through the night, I’ll be the one who announces Prom King and Queen. (A little later)
Ash: Hasn’t Brock shown up yet?
Richie: We haven’t seen him.
Sakura: We all bet on the most obvious, possible scenarios. So somebody’s got to win the jackpot.
Misty: Well, if he doesn’t show up then that means that Marcus wins.
Marcus: Did somebody say my name? And did somebody mention me winning a bet?
Ash: Hang onto your underwear, nobody won yet!
Morrison: Well where is he? The pressure is killing me!
Ash: What are the flowers for? You don’t have a date!
Morrison: I still have high hopes that Brock will show up with his mother and she’s one good looking babe!
Misty: You sicken me!
Kelly: Oh, I think that’s him! (Everyone turns around) It looks like he’s alone.
Tracey: Wait a second! (Brock walks in with Grace hand in hand) He actually got one!
Richie: Did anybody even bet that he was actually going to have a date?
Ash: Unfortunately!
Marisa: That’s right! I did! Don’t doubt my intuition! Enough talk, give me my money!
Brock: Hey guys! (They walk over)
Ash: Brock, you actually got a date?
Brock: Yeah and for the record, she asked me out. It may be out of desperate pity, but I’ll take whatever I can get. Isn’t that right Grace?
Grace: Um, sure!
Marisa: I love being right!
Brock: What does she mean by that?
Ash: Nothing! Hey you two look great! You kids have fun now! (Harley walks in)
Misty: Wow, Harley looks kind of pretty. It still feels kind of creepy that he’s going out for Prom Queen. But of course, there should be no discrimination. Just like if there was a lesbian who wanted to go for Prom King. (May and Drew walk in)
Drew: Sorry we’re late, we kind of took our sweet time at dinner. So, did Brock show up?
Ash: Don’t bother asking about it! Marisa cleaned us out!
Narrator: Prom night went off without a hitch. All of the happy couples were on the dance floor having a great time, even Brock and Grace. Zoey on the other hand just sat at the table sighing. But something did happen with Zoey…
Forrest: Zoey, you’re looking very pretty tonight.
Zoey: Get lost mini-pervert!
Forrest: Hey come on! Cut me some slack. I’m a different person from Homecoming.
Zoey: Bull-crap! You’re still a disgusting little pervert and you’ll always be one just like your older brother!
Forrest: Can I at least have one dance with you?
Zoey: Beat it!
Forrest: Fine you stuck-up bitch! I didn’t want to dance with a chick in a tuxedo anyways.
Zoey: Idiot! (Later that night)
Mary: I know you all are anxious to know who your Prom King and Queen are. I know! But first, it’s time to crown our Prom Prince and Princess. Now men, you’ll be crowned by Miss Agatha and gir…Um, the rest of you will be crowned by Principal Oak. (Applause) Your Prom Prince is…Brock Harrison! Come on up here! (Miss Agatha crowns Brock)
Brock: (Thinking) This is my lucky night!
Mary: And your Prom Princess is…Harley (microphone feedback) Huh? (Applause)
Oak: Not again! (He crowns Harley)
Brock: (Thinking) I strike that last statement from my head!
Mary: And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for. This years Prom King title goes to…Tracey Sketchit! Give a round of applause for your Prom King! (Applause) And finally, the Prom Queen! (Miss Agatha crowns Tracey)
Marcus: (Whispering) Please let it be Marisa!
Whitney: (Thinking) Please let it be me! I can’t lose!
Mary: Marisa (microphone feedback) son of a (microphone feedback)
Marisa: I won? I WON! Holy crap! (Applause)
Mary: Congratulations Marisa and to all the rest of the court. (Principal Oak crowns Marisa) And now, as part of this great tradition, the King and Queen and Prince and Princess will share in one slow dance. (Playing Mary J. Blige’s Be Without You)
Chemistry was crazy from the get-go
Neither one of us knew why
We didn't build nothing overnight
Cuz a love like this takes some time
People swore it off as a phase…
Tracey: My Queen!
Marisa: My King! (Thinking) This is the life! It doesn’t get much better than this! (Whitney glares at her) Huh?
Harley: Come on Brock, we’re supposed to be dancing now.
Brock: Dance with yourself! I’m out of here! (He walks off the dance floor)
Harley: But Brock! (Everyone gasps)
Misty: Did you see that?
Sakura: I cannot believe what Brock just did! Harley was on his very best behavior and he refuses to dance with him.
Misty: Well I guess he just showed his true colors. (Whitney walks by)
Sakura: Looks like Whitney just showed her true green color right now. (After the song)
Marisa: Brock, you are pretty unbelievable right now! Why didn’t you dance with him?
Brock: I’m not dancing with any homo!
Tracey: I will say that I was happy that I ended up with Marisa. And before, I made peace and decided to dance with anyone I get paired up with. But what you did was absolutely stupid and very cruel!
Grace: Brock, I am severely disappointed in you!
Brock: Not you too!
Grace: YES ME! You know before you were crowned Prince, I started to think differently about you. But after that little display, I want nothing to do with a homophobic pervert! I’ll spend the rest of the night as a single.
Brock: Great, dateless again. Unless. Hey Zoey…
Zoey: Don’t talk to me you homophobe! I’m in no mood! (Brock groans and walks away) Jerk!
Marisa: Speaking of jerks, where’s that jerk who kept bragging all week?
Sakura: Last I saw, she went running into the bathroom crying.
Marisa: Hmm. Excuse me, I’ll be right back!
Sakura: You don’t think she’s going to find Whitney and gloat is she?
Tracey: Nah. Marisa wouldn’t do that…At least I don’t think she would. (In the girl’s bathroom)
Marisa: Whitney, are you in here? Whitney?
Whitney: Go away!
Marisa: I just want to talk to you for a minute. (She opens the stall)
Whitney: I suppose you came here to gloat. Well go ahead, I deserve it!
Marisa: No, that would be wrong of me. There must be some other reason why you ran off crying when you saw me and Tracey dancing.
Whitney: It was nothing. It’s just seeing you two dancing, it kind of made me realize something. I never told anybody this but I used to have a crush on Tracey.
Marisa: As did several girls.
Whitney: Yeah, but I got this crush about one week before you two started to go out. I guess after that, I started to get jealous of you. I remember that Tracey and I were doing a science project together and after the assignment, I guess it sort of happened. I was all ready to confess to him that next week. But when I took a turn in the hallway, I saw you in Tracey’s arms.
Marisa: I had no idea you held this against me. I had no idea that you had the same feelings for Tracey as I did.
Whitney: I guess it was never meant to be. Me and Tracey! I shouldn’t have held Tracey’s decision against you this whole time. I’m sorry Marisa. I’m just sorry for every thing that I've done to you.
Marisa: You can’t blame yourself for being jealous. Hey, I was jealous of Tracey’s ex-girlfriend Daisy. I still can’t stand that blonde-haired ditz!
Whitney: Daisy Waterflower? Oh my God! What a whore!
Marisa: You said it! (Whitney giggles) I’m glad you’re feeling better. Come on; let’s enjoy the rest of the dance.
Whitney: So, I’m forgiven?
Marisa: As long as you forgive me for dating Tracey for the past year, then I’m fine. (Quietly) That and for hiring Butch to streak the hallway and kiss you.
Whitney: What was that?
Marisa: Nothing! (They leave the bathroom)
Tracey: Girls, are you all okay?
Marcus: That’s odd! No ripped clothing, no black eyes, no messed up hair, no pissed off expression! What the hell happened?
Whitney: Nothing.
Marcus: Ugh! Somebody better start explaining or I’m going to lose my friggin’ mind!
Marisa: We just had a civilized conversation between two friends. (Whitney gasps) We came to an understanding. Isn’t that right? (Whitney nods)
Tracey: Now that’s what I like to hear. I’m glad you two made up! (Whitney blushes)
Whitney: Thank you Tracey. You’ve got yourself a nice girlfriend. I can see why she loves you and you love her.
Tracey: Huh? (Jamiroquai’s Canned Heat plays)
Whitney: Come on, let’s start dancing!
Marisa: Uh, right! (On the dance floor)
Tracey: So everything is resolved?
Marisa: Yeah, pretty much. I can’t help but notice that everybody feels so tense. What happened while I was in the bathroom with Whitney?
Tracey: A lot of people are pretty mad about what Brock did to Harley.
Marisa: Where’s Brock right now?
Tracey: He went outside to escape the lynching mob. (Nearby)
Joshua: It’s so nice that Tracey and Marisa got to be King and Queen.
Erika: It may have been cute, but I wish that it could have been us! (Joshua groans)
Narrator: It was near the end of the dance and some people decided to call it a night and left. Many have decided to stay until the very end. Right in the middle of a dance song, Brock came back inside, causing his friends to go straight to him.
Sakura: You’ve got nerve staying here at the dance after what you did.
Richie: Hold it Sakura! Brock, did you have time to think things out? (Brock nods)
Brock: I know what I have to do! (A slow song comes on)
Mary: Okay folks, it’s time for the last slow song of the night. So get close to the one you hold dear and enjoy.
Brock: (Thinking) I know this should set things right again. (He walks over to Harley)
Harley: Brock!
Brock: Hi Harley! Would you like to dance? (Harley blushes)
Harley: You really mean it? (Brock holds out his hand) Thank you Brock! (On the dance floor) I feel so happy that you came around.
Brock: I’m sorry Harley. I know I was a real jack…
Harley: Don’t spoil the moment with unnecessary talk. Let’s just enjoy this.
Misty: That’s sweet.
Sakura: Yeah. I’m sorry that I ever doubted him.
Ash: Oh I give up! There’s no way anybody could have predicted that! (Tracey kisses Marisa on the cheek) Boy, you two have been all lovey-dovey all night.
May: What do you expect? They are Prom King and Queen after all. It’s just so beautiful I could cry! (Starts sobbing)
Drew: Oh please don’t start crying May.
Tracey: Looks like even the freshmen are having a great time too.
Wally: I had a nice night!
Brianna: Me too Drew! I mean Wally! (Wally sighs)
Dawn: This was a great night. Thanks for coming with me.
Lucas: I’m glad that you invited me. (They look into each others eyes) Dawn. (They go in for a kiss)
Dawn: Wait! Lucas, there’s something you need to know. The only reason why I asked you to this dance was because I wanted to cover up something.
Lucas: You lost me.
Dawn: I don’t want people to know the truth yet…But I think you at least deserve an explanation. (She whispers)
Lucas: Whoa! Really? (She nods) I can understand how you might feel. But seeing as your school would actually allow a homosexual to be Prom Princess, I don’t think there would be any objections to your choice of lifestyle. So you’re really a…
Dawn: Yeah. I hope you’re not that disappointed.
Lucas: Not at all. I’m glad that you’ve made a decision so early in life. (They walk off the dance floor) I wish that you find true happiness. Well, I have to get back home. I’ll see you around Dawn. (Zoey walks up)
Zoey: Where’d Lucas go?
Dawn: He had to leave.
Zoey: Lucas seems like a very nice guy.
Dawn: Yeah, he and I were the best of friends all through middle school. (Yawns) Well it’s been a long night and I’m going to head on home. I’ll see you on Monday. (She leaves)
Zoey: So long. (Sighs)
Narrator: After the last slow song of the night, Brock returned to his friends from the dance floor with an arousing applause. They praised Brock for the fine work that he did to make up with Harley. Even Grace has forgiven Brock for what he has done tonight. And now for something completely different!
Kelly: I had a really great time tonight Marcus.
Marcus: Me too.
Kelly: You know, you act like such a perfect gentleman…I’m surprised that you’ve been single for most of high school.
Marcus: Well you know, most of the girls go for cute boys. Me, I’m just very average looking.
Kelly: Well I think you’re cute!
Marcus: Well thank you. I guess this acne cream my mom bought me is actually working! (She kisses him) Whoa! Was that a goodnight kiss? Or... (She kisses him again) Oh I get it! (They make out)
~*Preview*~
Marisa: We are finally approaching the final days of high school. It feels so surreal. It feels like only yesterday we were just freshmen entering Pallet High. Now many of us face difficult decisions like getting accepted into college and saying goodbye to those we love. And while some relationships may begin, there might be some on the brink of ending. Next time on Romance 101, Chapter 45...See you next time!
Song(s) used
*Be Without You by Mary J. Blige
*Canned Heat by Jamiroquai
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