Pilot

Pilot is the first episode of season one of Santa Barbara State. It will be released on July 16, 2015.

Plot
Tyler, Eric, Minnie, and Victoria attend a beach party on their first night of college, and try to help Eric get his first kiss.

Episode
Students are nervously emptying their belongings from their cars, and bringing them to their dorm rooms on move-in day when they hear an announcement in a slightly slurred voice over the intercom

“Hello students, this is your Dean speaking. And I would like to welcome you to Santa Barbara State University. Freshmen, don’t be nervous. We are here to welcome you into our family. Good luck!”



A nerdy student with glasses, and brown hair clumsily trips on his way to his dorm room, and drops his belongings. “ Ugh, not a good start to college. Well, at least since I’m the first one here I get the choice of which bed I want. ” He throws his suitcase on the bed, and thinks to himself “ God, I’m scared. From a small suburb just outside of Seattle to a place like Santa Barbara. I don’t know how I’m gonna make the transition. Especially, a state school like this one .” As he gets ready to go walk around, his roommate walks in. He has jet black hair, is carrying a guitar, and is wearing his High School Letterman’s Jacket. He throws his on the empty bed, and introduces himself, “Hey, I’m Tyler. Tyler Nelson. I guess we’re gonna be rooming together.” The other guy thinks to himself, “Oh great, another conceited jock. Just like the ones who looked down on me for four years in high school. ”

Eventually he extended his hand and said “Hey, I’m Eric Ackermann.” Tyler shook his hand, and replied, “Nice to meet you, Eric.” With a friendly smile on his face, and Eric thinks to himself, “ <span style="font-size:14.6666666666667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Okay, maybe he won’t be too bad. <span style="font-size:14.6666666666667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.38;">“Wanna go for a walk, and get to know each other?”, Tyler suggests. Eric nodded as he and Tyler walk out their dorm and they start to walk around the campus.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“So what’s your story?”, said Eric intuitively.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What do you mean?”, Tyler responds somewhat confused as they walk through the halls of their dorm.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Like, why are you here? Where are you from, and where do you see yourself going?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, I’m from Concord, California, and went to a private, Catholic High School named De LaSalle. I played football, and baseball most of my life, and even received a few college scholarship offers to play, but I turned them down to move to SoCal, and pursue my love of music.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ahh, is that why you carry around that guitar?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Bingo. What about you?”, Tyler shoots back, and Eric thinks for a second before saying, “I’ve always focused too much on school. My head was buried in a book instead of having fun.” Tyler interrupts him as they step outside onto the main campus to go talk to a couple of girls, and they invite him to a party later that night. Eric is visibly uncomfortable, and eventually says to him as they walk away, “How do you talk to girls that easily?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, I guess it’s just something that’s always come naturally to me. My best friend since I was five was a girl who lived right across the street, and she had two sisters, so I guess it just comes naturally, plus it’s all about confidence, you know?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Did you ever date her?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Never. She’s like a sister to me. But I did date a lot  in high school. How about you?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I could never talk to girls. Heck, I’ve never even kissed a girl. I guess I thought coming to a school like this would make it easier, but I guess I’m still awkward.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well guess what, Eric Ackermann. You’ve lucked out because I am going to train you into being a pro. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be swatting the girls away like flies.” Tyler says as he starts laughing with Eric, Tyler however soon seems concentrated staring at a beautiful redhead with a determined look in her eyes walking by. and says to Eric, “Just watch, and learn.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler walks up to her, and says, “Hey, I’m Tyler. So do y…” <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.38;">She fires back, “Look, I’m not here to get hit on by an admittedly very good looking guy five minutes into my College life, so go bother someone else.” Tyler begins walking back to Eric, and he has a smirk on his face, and says “Smooth.” Tyler replies, “Look, it usually doesn’t end like that.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well that was Victoria Michaels. I went to high school with her, and she was the Head Bitch in Charge; an accurate name too, if you’re picking up what I’m putting down.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Is she a lesbian?”, replied Tyler.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Nope. Just very picky.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Minnie Guntrie is lying on her bed with her feet up, and Skullcandy headphones on. She’s listening to an Arcade Fire playlist on her iPhone. She has a Black tank top on, and a pair of jeans. She brushes her dark brown bangs out of her face, and looks up to see her roommate walk in. She has red hair, and is wearing a sundress. And she’s wearing designer sunglasses. Minnie is thinks to herself, “ <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ugh! I can’t believe I’m rooming with a typical Type A girl. She’s probably gonna be sleeping with the entire school. I thought I was done with these types of girls after four years of High School. She’s gonna be so high maintenance.”   <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Minnie says, “I’m Minnie.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Victoria, but some people call me Tori.” Her new room mate replies

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well here’s the deal”, Minnie fires back, “Let’s draw the room in half. This side is mine, the other is yours. I’m not gonna go to the bathroom with you. I don’t wanna use your makeup, and I’m not gonna share my clothes with you”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well by the look of it. I don’t think I want to borrow your clothes.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Watch it”, Minnie says angrily. Tori rolls her eyes, and says, “Look, I don’t know what’s up your rear end, but I came here to get an education, and have fun, so do you mind?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Look, You stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours.”, said Minnie. Tori replies, “Fine, Whatever.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler, and Eric are still walking around, and Tyler told him. “Look, there’s gonna be a party on the beach tonight to kick of the semester that starts at 8-ish. It’s quarter past three right now, so we can go there. It’s a great place to meet girls.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Sounds good, but I’m getting kinda hungry. You wanna grab a bite?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Sure. There’s this place called the Surf Shack right on the beach that alot of the students hang out at.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Sounds good!”, exclaims Eric. The two new friends walk into the Shake Shack. There are a few people in there. Mostly in groups of 2-3, but not too crowded. They find themselves a booth. As they sit down, a waiter with blonde hair that’s in his early 20s comes by to take their order, and says, “Hi, I’m Kelly. What can I get for you?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’ll have Chicken Tenders, Onion Rings, and an Iced Tea.” Tyler says. Eric glanced at the menu, and says, “I guess I’ll order the fish tacos.” Shortly after they order, Victoria walks in, and after taking a quick glance around sits by herself, and orders some food. She clearly looks lost, and uncomfortable. With a lonely look in her eyes. Tyler, taking pity on her, says to her, “Hey, do you wanna sit with us.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;">“What are you doing?”, Eric whispers.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;">“She’s all alone. I feel bad for her.” Victoria’s eyes light up immediately, but nonchalantly says, “Sure, I guess.” She gets up, and joins Tyler, and Eric in the booth, sitting across from them. Eric unenthusiastically says, “Hi Victoria.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;">“Oh hey...I remember you from high school. It’s Aaron, right?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;">“Eric.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;">“Oh okay. I’ll try to remember that.”, Victoria muses. Tyler recalls, “Hey, there’s this party on the beach in a few hours. You interested?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;">“Yeah. Sure I guess.”, Victoria mutters. The three acquaintances continue to talk, and get to know each other better. “Yep, I was a cheerleader.”, Victoria Admits, “I was the head cheerleader my last two years. I thought about trying out here, but I decided I wanted to focus on my education, and partying. I feel uncomfortable here. I had a clique all four years in high school that all looked up to me, but now I have to try to make new friends, which I’m not immensely comfortable doing.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;">“Well, look no farther. You have two right here.”, Tyler declares. Victoria replies, “That’s marvelous. So Tyler, tell me a bit about yourself.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;">“Well, I’m from Concord, California. I have a younger sister. I played baseball, and football in high school, but I gave up sports to pursue my dream of being a musician.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;">“Oooh.”, Victoria intrigues, “Can you sing me something?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="text-indent:36pt;font-size:14.6666666666667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“ <span style="text-indent:36pt;font-size:14.6666666666667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">When a man loves a woman

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;">Can't keep his mind on nothing else

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;">She can do no wrong

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;">Turn his back on his best friend

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">If he put her down”, Tyler sang. Everyone in the restaurant listened, and clapped when he was done. The waiter comes up to him, and asked, “What’s your name, kid?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">“Tyler, sorry if I was disturbing you."

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">“No, you were great. In fact, we book live music here on occasion. Would you like to play sometime?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">“Absolutely!”, Tyler exclaims.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">“Great! Is next Saturday good for you?”, questions the waiter

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">“Yessir”, Tyler says happily.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">“Well here’s my number. Give me a call, and we’ll hash out the details.” The card had a Surf Shack logo in the corner, and said:

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:10.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Kelly Ryan

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:10.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">805-317-2298

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;text-align:center;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Congrats Tyler! You were really great!”, Victoria exclaims, while Eric nods approvingly. Tyler looks at his watch, and says, “Look, let’s go back to the dorm, and get ready. We’ll come pick you up at quarter to 8?”, Tyler asks. “Sounds like a plan!”, Victoria replies. They all throw out their trash, and begin to go their separate ways.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Eric looks at the clock, and shouts “Tyler! It’s 7:28! Let’s get going!” Tyler replies, “One moment, I’m almost done my hair.” The two friends walk out of their dorm room, and go on their way to pick up Victoria. As they’re walking the streets to Victoria’s dorm room, they start talking about their plans for the night.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“So, do you think you can maybe help me get my first kiss tonight?”, Questions Eric in a timid voice.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Absolutely, dude. I’ll be your wingman, and teach you the ways of getting girls.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“So, what’s our plan?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;">“Well, we want to look for a girl who recently broke up with her high school sweetheart, but worst case scenario, we’ll just go for the drunk chick.”, Tyler says slyly, “Matter of fact, we can get a girl’s mouth somewhere else tonight if you know what I mean.” Tyler winks creepily, and Eric says, “One base at a time.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;">Eventually they show up at Victoria’s dorm room. They knock on the door, and she answers. She’s wearing a red bikini, with a thin white coverup dress, and both Tyler, and Eric’s jaws drop to the floor. They see Minnie typing away on her laptop with headphones on. They introduce themselves, and ask Victoria if she wants to join them. Victoria replies, “Oh no, I think she’d rather stay home, and do a Satan worship or something.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;">“Um, I can decide for myself”, says Minnie. When she realizes how annoyed it would make Tori if she went she cheerfully says, “I would LOVE to tag along” as she flashes a smirk towards Tori. Tori gives her the bitch eyes, and the four go on their way. Tyler pulls around his cadillac convertible. Tyler was driving with Minnie sitting shotgun (she called it), and Tori sat next to Eric in the back. As they were driving Tyler said, “Let’s get some music going.” He turned the radio on to the top 40 station, and Minnie said, “ew I hate this song.” The other three were clearly estatic it came on, and they all sang along loudly, much to the dismay of Minnie.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“"Oh don't you dare look back.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Just keep your eyes on me."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I said, "You're holding back, "

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">This woman is my destiny

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Shut up and dance with me."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">We were victims of the night,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The chemical, physical, kryptonite

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Helpless to the bass and the fading light

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Oh, we were bound to get together,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Bound to get together.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She took my arm,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I don't know how it happened.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">We took the floor and she said,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Oh, don't you dare look back.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Just keep your eyes on me."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I said, "You're holding back, "

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She said”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Minnie had enough, and turned the radio off, and grumpily said, “Will you all SHUT UP?!” Tyler replies, <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“And dance with me.” <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Minnie gives him her bitch eyes, and Tyler suggests they talk. He says, “So, I’m gonna teach Eric how to pick up girls tonight. I’m kind of an expert.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;">“Then how come I rejected you so quickly?”, Victoria shoots back. Tyler snarks, and replies, “I don’t know. Maybe charming, intelligent, attractive guys intimidate you?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;">“Nope, only jackasses”, Victoria quips. Eric says, “Dude, way to reveal how pathetic I am.” Victoria admits, “Don’t get too down <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;line-height:1.30909090909091;white-space:pre-wrap;">on yourself. It’s kinda endearing, and sweet.” Eric claims, “Well I’d rather be un-endearing than alone.” Tyler chimes in, “Don’t you worry. College chicks are sluts.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">“HEY!”, the girls collectively exclaim, as Minnie flicks Tyler’s ear. Tyler fires back “Sorry..jeez.” Victoria said, “Don’t worry. The girls here know what other girls want. We can help you more than this jackass.” The four arrive at the beach, and the party's just starting to kick it up a notch. There are hundreds of students, music playing, and kegs dispersed. The sun is just starting to go down, and everyone is scantily dressed. Tyler finds a girl, and whispers to Eric, “Target acquired. I’m gonna pull a page out of the book of one of my all time idols.” He walks up to her. She has brown hair, and a drink in her hand. She was short, and curvy. Cute, but not beautiful. He walks up to her, taps her on the shoulder, and says “Hey, Haaave you met Eric?”, and immediately walks away, and stands with Minnie, and Victoria far enough away to not be intrusive, but close enough to get a glimpse of what’s going on.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">“Hi, I’m Tracy”, she cheerfully says. Eric, clearly flustered, musters out, “Eric...is what I’m called.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">“So, are you a first year student, Eric?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">“Y-y-yeah...Look how sweaty my palms”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">“Um, look it was nice meeting you, but I have a boyfriend, and he’s meeting me here soon, so I’ll see you around.” Eric, dejected, walks back to the other three, and Tyler questions, “Bust?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">“Yeah. She had a boyfriend.”, Eric admits. “No, she didn’t”, Tori fires back, “She just wasn’t interested in you, and didn’t wanna hurt your feelings.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">“Tori!”, Tyler scolds.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">“What? I’m just trying to be honest to him. He needs to know the secrets of the trade.”, Tori argues. Tyler admits, “Look, you’re just super nervous, let’s get a drink in you. You should mellow out.” Tyler pours Eric a beer from the keg, Eric admits, “I’ve never drank before.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">“Well, you’re going to start” Tyler fires back.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;text-indent:36pt;">“I don’t know.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;">“Look, do you want your first kiss or not?” Eric reluctantly agrees, and starts to drink it. He <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;">goes up to another girl, still super nervous, and says, “Can I kiss your face?” before even saying Hi, and needless to say gets a drink thrown in his face. He went up to two more after that, and struck out two more times. The night was winding down. It was 10:47, and he hadn’t come anywhere close. Alot of people had gone home, and the party was almost over. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;line-height:1.30909090909091;white-space:pre-wrap;">“He’s doing terrible out there!”, Tori exclaims. “I normally don’t agree with the tramp, but she’s right. You have to do something.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Okay, okay”. Tyler defends, “Let me think...Hey, Tracy is still here.” Minnie scoffs, “You mean the girl with the fake boyfriend? Are you retarded?” Victoria interrupts, “Wait. Hear him out.” Tyler replies, “Look at her. She’s sitting in the sand, staring at the moon. She’s still here. The group of girls she spent most of the night with have all left, but she’s still here. She’s clearly lonely. Eric has a couple of drinks in him. The only reason she shot him down is because of how nervous he was...Hey Eric! Come here!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Listen guys, I appreciate your help, but registration is tomorrow, and I’d like to get up early, so I think I’m gonna turn in.” Eric admits. Tyler responds, “I know Tracy turned you down already, but I think you should give her one more try. Just say this to her. If it doesn’t work, then you can go home, alright?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3090909090909089;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6666666666667px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.30909090909091;">Eric was suspicious, but eventually agreed. He sat down next to her, and she was slightly shivering, and Tyler motioned to Eric to give her his jacket. He did, and she thanked him. He said, “Where’s your boyfriend?” She admitted she made it up, and apologized. Eric looked back to Tyler one last time, and he gave him a wink. Eric looked Tracy in the eyes, and said “Do you like the view?” <span style="font-size:14.6666666666667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yeah, the moon is the most beautiful thing I think of.”, said Tracy. Eric replied, “Well the second most.” At that moment, Tracy slowly leaned in, and Eric’s closed his eyes. The moment could’ve only been a split second, but felt like eternity to Eric. Their lips were less than a centimeter away, when all of a sudden…”ACHOO!” Eric sneezed, and Tracy said, I had a nice time talking to you, but it’s getting late, and I have to go. Tyler, Victoria, and Minnie sat up next to him, and Tyler said “We’ll get you that kiss eventually...And some allergy medicine.”

Polls
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Who is your favorite main character? Eric Minnie Tyler Victoria

Guest Stars
Cody Linley as Kelly

Lea Michele as Tracy

Missing
Taron Egerton as Jayson McLeod