Post by kidnotorious on Jul 14, 2011 0:23:13 GMT -5
This... is his story.
Oh what the hell? Don't, Don't do THAT! Don't make me Tidus
Hey, if Cecil can be a descendant of Cecil from Final Fantasy IV I don't see why you couldn't have been Tidus in a past life.
Yeah well there's one problem with that...
[The scene opens up inside of a dimly-lit pub. A neon sign that reads "SHADY'S" hangs above the entrance, various posters and paintings hand on the brick walls around the area, but it's at the long bar area where we find the newest EUW signee, Brandon Young, sitting at a stool and sipping on a Cherry Dr Pepper, talking with his cousin and mentor-like person, Jeremiah "Jeremy" Young, who is behind the counter washing glasses. The elder Young quirks an eyebrow at his cousin.]
Jeremy: And that is...?
Brandon: Tidus suuuuuuuuuuuuuucks!
[Jeremy shakes his head with a chuckle, placing the clean glasses in their place before pulling more dirty ones out.]
Brandon: So, with you owning this place now... are you done with the School?
Jeremy: Hmm? Oh, nah man. This is just a side thing. Purely business. I got people to take care of running this place. It was a sentimental buy, yknow?
Brandon: Yeah... Shady's, the Heartbreakers favorite UCW hangout.
Jeremy: Damn skippy! We actually owned one of these up in Canada, but Corey sold it years ago. The former-owner of this one is a friend of his, that's why I decided to take it over.
[Brandon finishes his glass and sets it down on the bar table.]
Brandon: Niiice. Gimme another?
[Jeremy rolls his eyes.]
Jeremy: You know that stuff doesn't grow on trees, and this is like your fifth glass.
Brandon: Then I'll pay ya for it, just fill 'er up, ya jerk.
[The two attempt a staredown, but Jeremy ends up breaking it and laughing, before going to pour another Cherry Dr Pepper.]
Brandon: Ha! I win!
Jeremy: Only because it's too hard to stare at your goofy ass face without laughing!
Brandon: Tch, I'll goof YOUR face!
[Jeremy stares at Brandon as he sets the fresh drink down.]
Jeremy: ...What does that even mean?
Brandon: ...I dunno, it sounded good in my head.
Jeremy: ..Anyways, like I said, I won't be quitting teaching at the School. I enjoy kicking punk asses like you inta shape too much.
[The King of Cool grins at his cousin who just shakes his head as he takes a drink from his soda.]
Brandon: Pfft you're just lucky you're retired old man.
Jeremy: Oh, ouch! OW! "Old man." That hurts Bacon.
Brandon: Hey!
Jeremy: Pfft, you asked for it.
[Brandon ponders this for a second.]
Brandon: ...Guess I kinda did on that one. But yeah, as neat as this place is... I'm glad you're not quittin' Notorious. I know me an' Adrian wouldn't be where we were without your guidance and all that shit.
Jeremy: Eh, you guys woulda done it somehow. But I'll take the compliment for bein awesome nonetheless.
[They share a laugh before Brandon taps his glass for a third time (on camera at least). Jeremy refills it.]
Jeremy: Speakin' of... I heard you got a new gig coming up?
Brandon: Oh yeah, place called EUW.
Jeremy: EUW, eh? Place any good?
Brandon: Seems alright, can't really tell till I get some experience workin' there and all, yknow?
Jeremy: Indeed. You know who you're facing yet?
Brandon: Considering I've been here helping you fix this place up instead'a at home? Yeah, they wired it to my brain telepathically.
[Brandon rolls his eyes.]
Jeremy: No need to get snippy little cousin. You know how much I appreciate the help. 'Sides, *I* know!
Brandon: ...How the shit do you know?
[Jeremy grins.]
Jeremy: Oh, I have my ways.
Brandon: ...How?
Jeremy: It's a handy little thing called "The Internet" Brand, you might wanna look into it some day.
Brandon: Hardy har har. So, you gonna tell me or not?
Jeremy: Weeeeelll, you are in a tag match versus some guys who call themselves "Body and Soul."
Brandon: Greaaat, roid monsters. Hooray!
[Brandon takes a long drink from his soda.]
Jeremy: And you're teaming with Natalie Burrows.
[And promptly spits the soda all over the bar!]
Jeremy: Oh come on! What the hell man?!
Brandon: ...Sorry! It's just... Did you say "Natalie Burrows?"
Jeremy: ...Yeah, why?
Brandon: Well, it's just that... ah...
[Brandon nervously rubs his hand through his hair, looking away.]
Jeremy: ...What the hell did you do to this poor woman, Brandon?
Brandon: IT WASN'T THAT BAD!
[Jeremy stares at his cousin for a looong moment.]
Jeremy: Why do I not believe you?
[Jeremy just glares at Brandon, who is hesitant to even look him in the eye.]
Jeremy: What. Did. You. Do?
Brandon: I ah... Heh... might've... MIGHT'VE... Dropped-a-bucket-of-water-on-her-head-and-then-accidentally-commented-on-her-ahhh-see-through-t-shirt...
Jeremy: ...........
Brandon: I WAS TRYING TO TEACH HER SOMETHING FOR A MATCH!
Jeremy: ...Get outta my bar.
Brandon: ...Seriously?
Jeremy: ...
Brandon: ...Alright, I'll go. I didn't mean to-
[Brandon solemnly stands up, putting his glass on the table. Not being able to hold it in anymore, Jeremy breaks into full on laughter.]
Jeremy: Oh would you relax, ya baby! I'm not kicking out.
Brandon: .......I hate you.
[He says as he sits back down, an annoyed look on his face.]
Jeremy: Not as much as Natalie does you, I'm sure. Which is why you're going to make things right before this match, right? Riiight?
Brandon: Well, of course!
[Of course!]
Jeremy: Good. Now, how about your opponents?
Brandon: What about 'em?
Jeremy: I dunno, you tell me. Or them, rather.
[Jeremy points in the direction of the camera. Brandon shrugs.]
Brandon: Well there's not much to say about 'em yet, other than the fact that they're both like twice my size yet they weigh about 40 pounds more than I do. Figure THAT out.
[The Young Gun quirks an eyebrow.]
Jeremy: Now now, you of all people should know not to judge a person based on their weight or looks.
Brandon: Hey I'm not judging them for it! I'm just sayin'... eat a damn sandwich or somethin' jeeze! I'm not knocking their talent, I ain't seen 'em in action yet, so that wouldn't be fair. I'm just saying...
Jeremy: Fair enough.
Brandon: Although hey, the whole paper-thin giant thing could come in handy! It would certainly make pulling off moves a lot easier. I've had my share of being pinballed off guys twice my size before so if I can avoid it, hey sweet.
Jeremy: You're really focusing on this weight thing.
Brandon: What else am I supposed to focus on?! I could go after them for being giant roid-monsters and claim they have the intelligence of anyone dumb enough to be involved in the writing of a Michael Bay movie, but that's just mean. Even for me. They have yet to speak and I have little to work with!
Jeremy: You... could simply focus on the important things. Bad jokes and lame insults don't win you matches.
Brandon: No, but they cut into a person's morale, and sometimes that's all it takes!
But you're right.
Jeremy: Of course.
[Of course!]
Brandon: BodyNSoul, I dunno much about ya, fellas. But I know enough about ME to know exactly what I'm gonna do in that ring. I ain't the best in the world and probably never will be. But I know a thing or two about a thing or two, and you best BELIEVE I'ma bring my all when we meet! And, yknow, if it were just me by myself, you'd probably take this match. But unfortunately for you, I got one HELL of a partner! And-
Jeremy: -Right after you apologize to her.
Brandon: -Right after I apologize to- wha?
[Jeremy stares at him.]
Brandon: Well yeah, that was priority number one, stop looking at me like that, jerk.
Jeremy: Right.
Brandon: Damn right, right! ANYWAYS! You two could be the best most awesome super anorexic giants in all the history of EUW, but yeah, my partner is Natalie Burrows and she rocksors your socksors, and well... I'm not too shabby myself if I do say so.
And I do.
Jeremy: That's right, keep piling on the compliments.
Brandon: Shaddup you. Boys, I got nothin else to say right now. I'll be back when ya'll actually show up, and then we'll really have it out. Till then, I suggest ya do some homework. I fancy myself a bit of a Professor now and again, and I'll be giving you your final exam soon enough.
[Brandon grins. Behind him, Jeremy quirks an eyebrow.]
Jeremy: ...You're still usin that Professor bit?
Brandon: Hey if it works, why change it?
Jeremy: ...Uh huh. Anyways, since you went and spat soda all over my newly repainted bar... Guess who gets to clean it?
[He reaches underneath the bar before handing Brandon a bottle of cleaner and a bunch of rags.]
Brandon: Aw seriously?
Jeremy: Fair is fair.
Brandon: ...I hate you.
Jeremy: I know. Now shaddup and get to wipin'.
[The scene begins to cut out. The final shot showing Jeremy as he chuckles while Brandon grumbles something under his breath while he starts cleaning up his mess.]
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[The scene opens on a grand plantation home nestled in the rolling hills of Placid Valley, on the outskirts of Durham, North Carolina. It's hard to believe that it was falling apart when the Southern Belle moved in, but she-- and many others-- have put in the work needed to restore it to its former glory. The lady of the manor, as it were, is currently standing in the middle of her kitchen, whistling merrily to herself as she makes herself a proper (non-alcoholic) mint julep. Since there's no work to be done outside--for once-- she's dressed up a little, a white gingham dress paired with coral-colored ballet flats. She's in the midst of adding the carbonated water when there's a knock at the door.]
Natalie: Coming!
[Setting down the bottle, she makes her way to the front door, unlocking it and opening it... and judging by how her eyes narrow at the man on the other side, she very nearly closes it in his face. Standing on the other side of the door is Brandon Young, wearing blue jeans and a black "Notorious Academy" t-shirt, his arms holding something behind his back. Noticing her expression, he offers a weak smile before he speak.]
Brandon: Uh, hi...
[When Natalie responds, her voice is that rather cold-sounding variant of polite.]
Natalie: ...Mister Young.
Brandon: Soooo, how are you this fine day?
Natalie: ...one moment.
[The door closes most of the way momentarily... and when it re-opens, the Southern Belle has a rain coat on, buttoned closed over her dress.]
Natalie: I'm alright, I suppose... prepared, at the very least.
[Brandon quirks an eyebrow at her sudden change in attire, and then a lightbulb seemingly goes off in his head.]
Brandon: W-wait, it's not what you think, I swear!
Natalie: ...then what IS it, Mister Young? I'm not about to let you dump water on me again.
Brandon: I... know we got off on the wrong foot awhile back, and seeing as how we're supposed to be partners and all this week I just wanted to, ah, bury the hatchet?
[He slowly pulls his arms from behind him, reavealing... a bucket. When he brings the bucket out from behind him, Natalie takes a step back, getting ready to slam the door in his face.]
Brandon: Wait..!
[He holds his free hand up, trying to get her to stop before taking a step back himself... and dumping the bucket over his own head. The blond cants her head to the side, giving him an odd look while she waits for him to explain himself. Brandon shakes some of the water off (kinda like a dog would) before pushing his now-wet hair out of his face, looking up at her again.]
Brandon: There, we're even now.
Natalie: ...I've got a towel you can use in here. C'mon in, Mister Young.
[Brandon smiles back before following her into the house. As the scene fades, we see the door swinging closed.... and the partnership one step closer to being completed.]
Oh what the hell? Don't, Don't do THAT! Don't make me Tidus
Hey, if Cecil can be a descendant of Cecil from Final Fantasy IV I don't see why you couldn't have been Tidus in a past life.
Yeah well there's one problem with that...
[The scene opens up inside of a dimly-lit pub. A neon sign that reads "SHADY'S" hangs above the entrance, various posters and paintings hand on the brick walls around the area, but it's at the long bar area where we find the newest EUW signee, Brandon Young, sitting at a stool and sipping on a Cherry Dr Pepper, talking with his cousin and mentor-like person, Jeremiah "Jeremy" Young, who is behind the counter washing glasses. The elder Young quirks an eyebrow at his cousin.]
Jeremy: And that is...?
Brandon: Tidus suuuuuuuuuuuuuucks!
[Jeremy shakes his head with a chuckle, placing the clean glasses in their place before pulling more dirty ones out.]
Brandon: So, with you owning this place now... are you done with the School?
Jeremy: Hmm? Oh, nah man. This is just a side thing. Purely business. I got people to take care of running this place. It was a sentimental buy, yknow?
Brandon: Yeah... Shady's, the Heartbreakers favorite UCW hangout.
Jeremy: Damn skippy! We actually owned one of these up in Canada, but Corey sold it years ago. The former-owner of this one is a friend of his, that's why I decided to take it over.
[Brandon finishes his glass and sets it down on the bar table.]
Brandon: Niiice. Gimme another?
[Jeremy rolls his eyes.]
Jeremy: You know that stuff doesn't grow on trees, and this is like your fifth glass.
Brandon: Then I'll pay ya for it, just fill 'er up, ya jerk.
[The two attempt a staredown, but Jeremy ends up breaking it and laughing, before going to pour another Cherry Dr Pepper.]
Brandon: Ha! I win!
Jeremy: Only because it's too hard to stare at your goofy ass face without laughing!
Brandon: Tch, I'll goof YOUR face!
[Jeremy stares at Brandon as he sets the fresh drink down.]
Jeremy: ...What does that even mean?
Brandon: ...I dunno, it sounded good in my head.
Jeremy: ..Anyways, like I said, I won't be quitting teaching at the School. I enjoy kicking punk asses like you inta shape too much.
[The King of Cool grins at his cousin who just shakes his head as he takes a drink from his soda.]
Brandon: Pfft you're just lucky you're retired old man.
Jeremy: Oh, ouch! OW! "Old man." That hurts Bacon.
Brandon: Hey!
Jeremy: Pfft, you asked for it.
[Brandon ponders this for a second.]
Brandon: ...Guess I kinda did on that one. But yeah, as neat as this place is... I'm glad you're not quittin' Notorious. I know me an' Adrian wouldn't be where we were without your guidance and all that shit.
Jeremy: Eh, you guys woulda done it somehow. But I'll take the compliment for bein awesome nonetheless.
[They share a laugh before Brandon taps his glass for a third time (on camera at least). Jeremy refills it.]
Jeremy: Speakin' of... I heard you got a new gig coming up?
Brandon: Oh yeah, place called EUW.
Jeremy: EUW, eh? Place any good?
Brandon: Seems alright, can't really tell till I get some experience workin' there and all, yknow?
Jeremy: Indeed. You know who you're facing yet?
Brandon: Considering I've been here helping you fix this place up instead'a at home? Yeah, they wired it to my brain telepathically.
[Brandon rolls his eyes.]
Jeremy: No need to get snippy little cousin. You know how much I appreciate the help. 'Sides, *I* know!
Brandon: ...How the shit do you know?
[Jeremy grins.]
Jeremy: Oh, I have my ways.
Brandon: ...How?
Jeremy: It's a handy little thing called "The Internet" Brand, you might wanna look into it some day.
Brandon: Hardy har har. So, you gonna tell me or not?
Jeremy: Weeeeelll, you are in a tag match versus some guys who call themselves "Body and Soul."
Brandon: Greaaat, roid monsters. Hooray!
[Brandon takes a long drink from his soda.]
Jeremy: And you're teaming with Natalie Burrows.
[And promptly spits the soda all over the bar!]
Jeremy: Oh come on! What the hell man?!
Brandon: ...Sorry! It's just... Did you say "Natalie Burrows?"
Jeremy: ...Yeah, why?
Brandon: Well, it's just that... ah...
[Brandon nervously rubs his hand through his hair, looking away.]
Jeremy: ...What the hell did you do to this poor woman, Brandon?
For starters, sir, I already have a manager - Carlos Diaz, a man that I am certain you have heard of despite the fact that he has yet to be involved in my TGW career. For another, I am not out to 'kill' Mister Rupp, nor do I share your ha--
Now listen here, Diaz is a wannabe Brandon Young" Does he have a P.H.D in Wrestling Psychology? I didn't think so!
Natalie finds herself wondering if this particular degree exists, but she doesn't get the chance to say as such since Brandon keeps right on going.
You need me! Who do you think is the brains behind Nextwave, really? Adrian? That guy thinks his opponent is a comic book villain!
A massive black dog that is roughly the size of a small pony comes around the side of the house. Natalie notices Samson - how could she not? She feeds him every day, after all! - but Brandon doesn't. Par for the course, she supposes.
Now listen here, Diaz is a wannabe Brandon Young" Does he have a P.H.D in Wrestling Psychology? I didn't think so!
Natalie finds herself wondering if this particular degree exists, but she doesn't get the chance to say as such since Brandon keeps right on going.
You need me! Who do you think is the brains behind Nextwave, really? Adrian? That guy thinks his opponent is a comic book villain!
A massive black dog that is roughly the size of a small pony comes around the side of the house. Natalie notices Samson - how could she not? She feeds him every day, after all! - but Brandon doesn't. Par for the course, she supposes.
Brandon: IT WASN'T THAT BAD!
[Jeremy stares at his cousin for a looong moment.]
Jeremy: Why do I not believe you?
Be that as it may, Brandon, I must respectfully--
Look, I'll show you!
Before the Southern Belle can protest, Brandon brings out a bucket from behind his back and upended it over her head, drenching her from head to toe. The indignity of the situation alone is almost enough to get Natalie to lose her religion all over the arrogant young man, but what makes matters worse… is that her white t-shirt has gone entirely transparent, sticking to her every curve while allowing it to be known that her bra today is a delicate robin's egg blue in color. She just stares at Brandon while he lets out a low whistle, openly staring at her.
So uh, Natalie... was your daddy a farmer?
No--
Because I'm lovin those melons!
Brandon's mouth is obviously moving faster than his brain - otherwise known as 'just about every time he speaks' - and his comment is enough to make her eyes narrow in an honest-to-goodness glare. Her patience is a vast, expansive thing… but even it has an end, and Brandon has reached it. Raising her fingers to her lips, Natalie lets loose with a piercing whistle before she uses a command on her Newfoundland dog that she never thought she would use until about five seconds ago.
Samson! Sic him, boy!
Look, I'll show you!
Before the Southern Belle can protest, Brandon brings out a bucket from behind his back and upended it over her head, drenching her from head to toe. The indignity of the situation alone is almost enough to get Natalie to lose her religion all over the arrogant young man, but what makes matters worse… is that her white t-shirt has gone entirely transparent, sticking to her every curve while allowing it to be known that her bra today is a delicate robin's egg blue in color. She just stares at Brandon while he lets out a low whistle, openly staring at her.
So uh, Natalie... was your daddy a farmer?
No--
Because I'm lovin those melons!
Brandon's mouth is obviously moving faster than his brain - otherwise known as 'just about every time he speaks' - and his comment is enough to make her eyes narrow in an honest-to-goodness glare. Her patience is a vast, expansive thing… but even it has an end, and Brandon has reached it. Raising her fingers to her lips, Natalie lets loose with a piercing whistle before she uses a command on her Newfoundland dog that she never thought she would use until about five seconds ago.
Samson! Sic him, boy!
[Jeremy just glares at Brandon, who is hesitant to even look him in the eye.]
Jeremy: What. Did. You. Do?
Brandon: I ah... Heh... might've... MIGHT'VE... Dropped-a-bucket-of-water-on-her-head-and-then-accidentally-commented-on-her-ahhh-see-through-t-shirt...
Jeremy: ...........
Brandon: I WAS TRYING TO TEACH HER SOMETHING FOR A MATCH!
Jeremy: ...Get outta my bar.
Brandon: ...Seriously?
Jeremy: ...
Brandon: ...Alright, I'll go. I didn't mean to-
[Brandon solemnly stands up, putting his glass on the table. Not being able to hold it in anymore, Jeremy breaks into full on laughter.]
Jeremy: Oh would you relax, ya baby! I'm not kicking out.
Brandon: .......I hate you.
[He says as he sits back down, an annoyed look on his face.]
Jeremy: Not as much as Natalie does you, I'm sure. Which is why you're going to make things right before this match, right? Riiight?
Brandon: Well, of course!
[Of course!]
Jeremy: Good. Now, how about your opponents?
Brandon: What about 'em?
Jeremy: I dunno, you tell me. Or them, rather.
[Jeremy points in the direction of the camera. Brandon shrugs.]
Brandon: Well there's not much to say about 'em yet, other than the fact that they're both like twice my size yet they weigh about 40 pounds more than I do. Figure THAT out.
[The Young Gun quirks an eyebrow.]
Jeremy: Now now, you of all people should know not to judge a person based on their weight or looks.
Brandon: Hey I'm not judging them for it! I'm just sayin'... eat a damn sandwich or somethin' jeeze! I'm not knocking their talent, I ain't seen 'em in action yet, so that wouldn't be fair. I'm just saying...
Jeremy: Fair enough.
Brandon: Although hey, the whole paper-thin giant thing could come in handy! It would certainly make pulling off moves a lot easier. I've had my share of being pinballed off guys twice my size before so if I can avoid it, hey sweet.
Jeremy: You're really focusing on this weight thing.
Brandon: What else am I supposed to focus on?! I could go after them for being giant roid-monsters and claim they have the intelligence of anyone dumb enough to be involved in the writing of a Michael Bay movie, but that's just mean. Even for me. They have yet to speak and I have little to work with!
Jeremy: You... could simply focus on the important things. Bad jokes and lame insults don't win you matches.
Brandon: No, but they cut into a person's morale, and sometimes that's all it takes!
But you're right.
Jeremy: Of course.
[Of course!]
Brandon: BodyNSoul, I dunno much about ya, fellas. But I know enough about ME to know exactly what I'm gonna do in that ring. I ain't the best in the world and probably never will be. But I know a thing or two about a thing or two, and you best BELIEVE I'ma bring my all when we meet! And, yknow, if it were just me by myself, you'd probably take this match. But unfortunately for you, I got one HELL of a partner! And-
Jeremy: -Right after you apologize to her.
Brandon: -Right after I apologize to- wha?
[Jeremy stares at him.]
Brandon: Well yeah, that was priority number one, stop looking at me like that, jerk.
Jeremy: Right.
Brandon: Damn right, right! ANYWAYS! You two could be the best most awesome super anorexic giants in all the history of EUW, but yeah, my partner is Natalie Burrows and she rocksors your socksors, and well... I'm not too shabby myself if I do say so.
And I do.
Jeremy: That's right, keep piling on the compliments.
Brandon: Shaddup you. Boys, I got nothin else to say right now. I'll be back when ya'll actually show up, and then we'll really have it out. Till then, I suggest ya do some homework. I fancy myself a bit of a Professor now and again, and I'll be giving you your final exam soon enough.
[Brandon grins. Behind him, Jeremy quirks an eyebrow.]
Jeremy: ...You're still usin that Professor bit?
Brandon: Hey if it works, why change it?
Jeremy: ...Uh huh. Anyways, since you went and spat soda all over my newly repainted bar... Guess who gets to clean it?
[He reaches underneath the bar before handing Brandon a bottle of cleaner and a bunch of rags.]
Brandon: Aw seriously?
Jeremy: Fair is fair.
Brandon: ...I hate you.
Jeremy: I know. Now shaddup and get to wipin'.
[The scene begins to cut out. The final shot showing Jeremy as he chuckles while Brandon grumbles something under his breath while he starts cleaning up his mess.]
=======================================================
[The scene opens on a grand plantation home nestled in the rolling hills of Placid Valley, on the outskirts of Durham, North Carolina. It's hard to believe that it was falling apart when the Southern Belle moved in, but she-- and many others-- have put in the work needed to restore it to its former glory. The lady of the manor, as it were, is currently standing in the middle of her kitchen, whistling merrily to herself as she makes herself a proper (non-alcoholic) mint julep. Since there's no work to be done outside--for once-- she's dressed up a little, a white gingham dress paired with coral-colored ballet flats. She's in the midst of adding the carbonated water when there's a knock at the door.]
Natalie: Coming!
[Setting down the bottle, she makes her way to the front door, unlocking it and opening it... and judging by how her eyes narrow at the man on the other side, she very nearly closes it in his face. Standing on the other side of the door is Brandon Young, wearing blue jeans and a black "Notorious Academy" t-shirt, his arms holding something behind his back. Noticing her expression, he offers a weak smile before he speak.]
Brandon: Uh, hi...
[When Natalie responds, her voice is that rather cold-sounding variant of polite.]
Natalie: ...Mister Young.
Brandon: Soooo, how are you this fine day?
Natalie: ...one moment.
[The door closes most of the way momentarily... and when it re-opens, the Southern Belle has a rain coat on, buttoned closed over her dress.]
Natalie: I'm alright, I suppose... prepared, at the very least.
[Brandon quirks an eyebrow at her sudden change in attire, and then a lightbulb seemingly goes off in his head.]
Brandon: W-wait, it's not what you think, I swear!
Natalie: ...then what IS it, Mister Young? I'm not about to let you dump water on me again.
Brandon: I... know we got off on the wrong foot awhile back, and seeing as how we're supposed to be partners and all this week I just wanted to, ah, bury the hatchet?
[He slowly pulls his arms from behind him, reavealing... a bucket. When he brings the bucket out from behind him, Natalie takes a step back, getting ready to slam the door in his face.]
Brandon: Wait..!
[He holds his free hand up, trying to get her to stop before taking a step back himself... and dumping the bucket over his own head. The blond cants her head to the side, giving him an odd look while she waits for him to explain himself. Brandon shakes some of the water off (kinda like a dog would) before pushing his now-wet hair out of his face, looking up at her again.]
Brandon: There, we're even now.
Natalie: ...I've got a towel you can use in here. C'mon in, Mister Young.
[Brandon smiles back before following her into the house. As the scene fades, we see the door swinging closed.... and the partnership one step closer to being completed.]