Nerd Love pt. VI

   So my fine readers I have finally accomplished that which all who wish to can eventually accomplish. I have graduated from college. I know, I know I am impressed with myself as well. Now I know my updates have been a bit lax these last few weeks but you try writing a senior thesis on how sense of humor develops through social interaction and see how much free time YOU have! Jerk! Sorry that is neither here nor there. But safe to say I have all the time in the world now that I don't have being a student as an excuse for unemployment anymore. So to celebrate this momentous occasion I give you Nerd Love part 6. Please enjoy the tom foolery and I'll be writing again soon.

Nerds Do It Better

Nerd Love pt. VI





(in a grocery store Brent is on the phone looking at wine)

Brent:…Well because it is either them or my parents…that’s what I thought…Well she THINKS she can make soup which is really more our fault than hers…all right ill pick you up at 6 tomorrow. Bye…eight dollars for a blend? Well I can splurge I guess.

(from behind) Delivery girl Dawn: Well, hello

Brent: Jesus! Oh hey the delivery girl

Dawn: While I do love the title, you can just call me Dawn.

Brent: Right, so what brings you to this fine food based establishment.

Dawn: spying, I work as an investigator for fraud in the intelligence department of UPS.

Brent: Really?!

Dawn: No, I’m buying food.

Brent: Right, I swear I’m not as huge of an idiot as I have appeared to you in recent past.

Dawn: I really want to believe you.

Brent: kind of you…soooo…

Dawn: So I delivered a couple boxes to Greg’s shop the other day but you weren’t there, what gives?

Brent: Well, as much as Greg would like to believe that I do, I don’t in fact live there.

Dawn: Yeah, I was talking to him about you but then his wife started staring at me and banging things on the counter for no apparent reason.

Brent: Yeah she’s…troubled, we’re all very concerned…Wait you were talking about ME?

Dawn: Yeah, don’t let it get to your head I don’t trouble myself with guys who don’t know how to flirt. Later fly boy. (She walks away)

Brent: But isn’t that what we’re doing NOW…(to himself) she called me fly boy (Brent shakes his head, grabs the wine and leaves)

(Greg and Gwen's Apartment. Them and Brent and Casey are sitting around the table eating flat bread pizza)

Gwen: Sorry about the soup guys. I don’t know what happened I stepped away for a minute to get the second cup of curry and pumpkin seeds and when I came back it was all over the floor.

Greg: It will live as a mystery till the end of our days

Brent: Gravity works in mysterious ways (Brent and Greg fist bump under the table)

Casey: It’s okay because this spinach garlic flat bread pizza is delicious

Greg: Thanks, it’s my secret recipe pizza

Brent: its super secret, he’s killed for it before

Greg: I’ll kill YOU Casey, I’ll kill you dead

Casey: I…I don’t know what the recipe is.

Greg: You’re damn right you don’t.

Gwen: Thanks for the wine Brent but next time dip into your piggy bank and buy three bottles this one is already empty.

Greg: Well I’ll clear the plates and grab our bottle of that cheap red your mom gave us.

Brent: I’ll help (they head to the kitchen) so what do you think of Casey?

Greg: She’s nice, man. I like her, she laughed at my quip about how that homeless guy down the street looks like the Count of house Harkonnen so she is a winner in my book. There is one-nah never mind

Brent: What?

Greg: It’s nothing.

Brent: …ok, SO quick question. I ran into Dawn today at the store-

Greg: Really? She was talking about you a couple days ago.

Brent: YEAH that’s what she said

Greg: Wait, she TOLD you she was asking about you?

Brent: Yeah. What’s that about?

Greg: Do I look like I guy who understands the intricacies of the typical female mind?

Brent: No, but you know her better than me so I was hoping for a little insight.

Greg: Well if my Jr. High career taught me anything I’m pretty sure that if a girl is asking about you when you’re not around it indicates…something.

Brent: Helpful as always old friend.

Greg: That’s why I’m here

(In the dining area)

Gwen: So what’s football sex?

Casey: Excuse me?

Gwen: Oh, Greg was just telling me about it. You know boys, they tell each other everything.

Casey: Uh, I don’t really-

Gwen: Oh no need to be embarrassed. Me and Greg are into some WEIRD stuff. He likes to do this thing where he holds a toy light saber and- (Greg and Brent enter)

Greg: What are you doing woman?

Gwen: Just having some girl talk.

Casey: well it was certainly…talk.

Brent: Uh…Lets drink more!

Gwen: Here! Here!

(a couple hours later)

Casey: Thanks for a great night guys but some of us have real jobs to get to tomorrow.

Brent: That stings, lady.

Gwen: It was great to meet you for realsies Casey. Brent is a way too stupid for you.

Brent: OK really?

Greg: Just remember what I said about the pizza (Greg drags his thumb across his throat)

Casey: right. OK Bye.

(Casey and Brent leave the apartment)

Casey: Isn’t the recipe just garlic, spinach, cheese, and flat bread?

Brent: Yep