Jake: Hey.
- He reluctantly answers Phoebe and continues talking to Kale.
Phoebe: So... this upcoming Spring Fling, do you have a date yet?
Jake: Err... yeah
- He lies. He doesn't have one.
Phoebe: Oh, OK. Erm, later then.
- She walks away, her head lowers down - her bangs almost covering the lenses of her thick glasses.
- Jake chuckles.
Kale: What the hell was that?
Jake: What?
Kale: Why did you blow her off like that?
Jake: Dude, she's a total nerd!
- Kale breathes in deeply...
Kale: Are you really in the position of rejecting an opposite
gender attraction of that singular female who apparently is not to your petty
liking solely on the ambiguous fact that she is called upon as customarily
termed ‘nerd’ by the pretentious, bootlicking, vapid and shallow-minded people – members of the self-proclaimed better-than-others society filled
with grotesque, plastic-like, ‘the-good-kind-of-slutty’ female dogs and for the
matter of fact that she could be the best thing that ever happened to you and would
genuinely get and quote the crazy sci-fi references in your veins like they
were her mother tongue language, stay by you eventhough you’ve made injudicious
slip-ups and most of all, accept the intangible fact that you snore like a badly-played
French horn and your other awkward flaws but still have the same affection or
probably more towards you in the next century because she understands the absolute
fact of human evolution when it comes to physiques and sometimes personalities?
Jake: You’re an absolute jerk.
- Jake runs after Phoebe and starts talking to her.
- They're laughing. Like actual happiness.
Kale: I’ve done well.
