To be Nice to people, you have to apologize. So far, Parker has apologized to: Crichton, Cam, Michael, and various others. But there's one last person she has to be Nice to.
She tells the cab driver to wait, because this won't take long.
Then she pounds on the door of Championship Vinyl.
The sound of pounding has increased. Rob's eyes meander upwards... and he sees that it's not just in his head. Parker is standing outside the shop... pounding and looking... perky.
He shoves himself off the counter and drags his butt to the door. "It's unlocked."
"Oh!" Parker opens it, and laughs. "How could I miss that?"
She wanders in, a cheerful meander, with a chipper smile on his face, that quickly turns sympathetic. "How are you doing, Rob? You don't look so good." She perches on the counter, swinging her legs, and tilts her head. "I missed you at the dance. The new DJ isn't as good as you."
"Um... okay. Did I miss the whole part where we made up and are best buddies or something, or did you miss the part where you dumped me and had me kicked off your campus?" Rob crosses his arms. "You're gonna have to help me out here. My memory isn't what it was. Getting old, you know."
Rob backs up a pace. "WOAH. WOOOOAH. WOAH.... woah. WOOOOAH! What the fuck, Parker? Is this some kind of demented mind game? Let's slice Rob's heart into itty bitty bits and then come back and twist the knife with the biggest grin ever? I'm 35, Parker. I've seen this shit before and it won't fly."
"No, no no no." She bites her lip. "I'm doing this all wrong. I was right to dump you. It was the right thing to do."
She sighs. "I just should've been... kinder about it. Because it wasn't you, not really. I mean, if my dad found about us, he'd kill you. And it's not *your* fault I can't love you. I can't love anybody." Parker looks woeful. "So I'm sorry I was a bitch. That was wrong."
Rob makes a variety of consonant sounds. If one were to listen closely, they would notice that he hits every non-vowel in the alphabet. Finally, he just lets his jaw go slack.
"Awww." Parker sighs. "Well, I'm glad I told you that. Now you know. So don't feel bad, okay? Find someone who can love you." She leans in, and gives him a sweet kiss on the mouth, pats his cheek, and then turns to walk for the door.
Rob's brain may be broken, but his penis is still in full functionality. "Um, Parker? As long as we're trying to rebuild bridges, why don't you and I have one more mix tape together. For old time's sake?" He gestures upstairs with his eyes.
Parker cocks her head to the side, and looks thoughtful. "You know, that would be lovely... except I'm with Michael now. I can't have him be hurt. You know how that feels." She shakes her head. "We were wonderful, weren't we?"
"I'm not going to answer that on account of it'll make me scream words not uttered since the Welsh first invented swearing." He turns around. "I'm going to bed. I can't deal with this right now."
After Parker's cab drives away, Rob (who has not moved) completely freaks, going into a jerky flailing dance of frustration.
"WHAT. THE FUCK. WAS THAT??? Parker is not a nice person. She has never been a nice person. In a million years, I would never use the word perky to describe her.
My God. I'm being tortured. I'm being presented with the image of Parker as I thought she was and I hate her! Irony hates my ass."
She tells the cab driver to wait, because this won't take long.
Then she pounds on the door of Championship Vinyl.
"ROB! Open the door! Open the door!"
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He shoves himself off the counter and drags his butt to the door. "It's unlocked."
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She wanders in, a cheerful meander, with a chipper smile on his face, that quickly turns sympathetic. "How are you doing, Rob? You don't look so good." She perches on the counter, swinging her legs, and tilts her head. "I missed you at the dance. The new DJ isn't as good as you."
Well, it was true.
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She sighs. "I just should've been... kinder about it. Because it wasn't you, not really. I mean, if my dad found about us, he'd kill you. And it's not *your* fault I can't love you. I can't love anybody." Parker looks woeful. "So I'm sorry I was a bitch. That was wrong."
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She opens the door, and heads back for the cab.
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"WHAT. THE FUCK. WAS THAT??? Parker is not a nice person. She has never been a nice person. In a million years, I would never use the word perky to describe her.
My God. I'm being tortured. I'm being presented with the image of Parker as I thought she was and I hate her! Irony hates my ass."
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