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Come on, elevator.

Come on, little guy. You can do it. Why are you stopping? We have to get to the

Aquamonkey concert.

I can't believe we're leaving two hours early to get good seats.

Usually I have wine waiter do that for me.

But stepmother already has them booked.

I don't mind waiting.

Aquamonkey are hip visionaries ushering in a new era of cool.

You totally stole that from my article.

It was better than what I had to say.

Which was?

Aquamonkey are chimperific.

It's still on the second floor.

What are they doing? Moving pianos?

So it takes another 30 seconds. What's the worst that can happen?

Bad news, Rebecca.

Head office felt your article on the Drama Society was too dramatic.

They need a new one ASAP.

But we're going to see Aquamonkey. You're not going anywhere near water or

monkeys until this is done.

Typey typey.

Thank you.

Thank you.

article in two hours.

What am I supposed to write about?

Let me help you brainstorm.

I got it.

You're gonna write about sheets.

We were hoping for a storm and all we got was the light sprinkle.

You could write about the sweet, kind girl who let her friends go to the

Aquamonkey concert while she stayed in.

We're all here for you, Rebecca. We're not just fellow journalists. We are

friends. And none of us are leaving here until you are through this.

Thanks, Michael. That's sweet.

Leave no journal behind.

Actually, I was hoping you'd say go on without me.

Relax, R. You're overthinking it. You always say that. You're overthinking it,

R. Relax, R. I can't believe how serious you are, R.

In fact, that's my first impression of you. You telling me what's wrong with...

That's it.

I have my article.

She's going with the cheese.

No, first impressions.

I'm going to write about what people think when they first meet.

Ah, yes. I remember the first time you walked into the bus.

Don't go there.

Oh, let's all go there.

Salutations, fellow wordsmiths.

Attention, everyone.

Michael Theodore Davies is in the house.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm not nerdy. Let him finish. I was looking where Splashback was going with

Thank you, Michael.

Why not let everyone else decide for themselves?

Fine. I'd like to stay and talk, people, but you bore me.

Excuse me? Are you my editor?

Yeah. Who the heck are you?

Rebecca Harper.

In So Many Nerds?

Reporting for duty, Miss Jeffries. I have a wealth of experience in nerd

and special skills in retainer maintenance.

So, rest assured, I'll do your magazine proud.

You got nerd, kid.

I hate nerd.

Well, nerdy.

Nerdy.

Nerd talk is making me itchy.

Can we talk about someone who made a great first impression?

Don't tell me.

You.

Amanda did make quite a first impression.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

Shit. I know you mean well, but you just won't do me justice.

Oh, I won't when you hear my flashbacks.

Allow me.

Give Aqua Monkey a few months and they'll be top of the charts.

They're hip visionaries ushering a new era of cool. Hip visionaries ushering

in... Speaking of hip visionaries, when is that Amanda Pierce girl going to

arrive? I know.

I've been waiting for a mentor forever.

Amanda Pierce is a new everything -that's -cool -and -will -be -cool

-and -ever girl.

Teach me a great one. I'm not worthy.

I'm so not worthy.

There are no words.

Oh, my chicken salad, chum.

I don't know how they put salad into a chicken, but I'm so glad they do.

Wilder! Like chicken salad with salmon so I can talk?

I must be dreaming.

No, you're not dreaming. You're in my flashback, and you should be awestruck

right now.

When did you get here?

That's not the way it happened.

Walter, behave.

I'm sorry.

If you love me back in your flashback, I swear I'll remember you.

Wait, you don't remember me?

You took the gas right out of my mouth. How could you forget? No one forgets

Amanda Pierce.

Think, Walter, think.

I'm trying, but all I'm getting is darkness.

What about those floating red dots you see when you close your eyes?

See them? I get names for them.

Have you ever gotten one to stop floating in the same place?

No, never. Not even Ned.

Hello? Crisis here?

So wait, what is the first memory you have of me?

I guess it would have to be the Buzz roller skating party. You know, the one

where I wiped out and you rolled over my head? That was two months after we

started. And that was me rolling over your head.

So it must have been sometime after that.

You have to remember the time I beat you at that 80s video game. Remember?

Don't bother. I couldn't even score one touchdown.

Every time I got sacked.

Every single time.

I got one of those touchdown thingies.

How did you do that?

I don't know.

I must be good at everything.

Come on, you have to remember that.

Kinda, sorta.

All I remember is...

You pixelated my face?

It's not my fault. My memories are in low resolution.

This is horrible.

Forget first impressions.

I made no impression on you.

You can't always trust first impressions. Take my first impression of

The carrier pigeon leaves Point A at 3 p .m., flies at 30 miles per hour.

You can do this, Michael.

The carrier pigeon is home.

Gee, I strong cup of cheese is what I need. And a mad genius if there's one of

those lying around here.

Red zippy.

Prince Harry's breakfast.

Orange pico.

Fifteen, eighteen, twenty -one.

I think I just found my math genius.

Now that's a good cup of tea.

So you had Wilder help you with your math homework?

No. He made me do his math homework.

Do is putting it nicely. I refer you to my file of shame.

Too wide bow tie?

Worst picture day ever.

A cease and desist letter from a celebrity so powerful, I'm not permitted

speak his name.

And this.

Big, fat, D.

Turns out, Wilder, there was no math quiz at all.

Prince Harry's breakfast.

Orange Pico.

15, 18, 21.

I think I just found my matchiness.

It's not my fault you confused my connect the dots game with math.

You screamed out Eureka!

That's what I scream out when I figure out a puzzle. So my first impression of

Wilder was that he was the genius.

Turns out he was the complete opposite.

Too funny, too funny.

Opposite of genius.

Wait, what is the opposite of genius?

Oh.

Hey!

Hello, Daddy. What time is it?

You could just look at your watch.

Thank you.

FYI, this watch is from Italy and I don't speak Italian.

How am I supposed to know what all those X's and I's mean?

Those X's and I's are Roman numerals.

Not Italian.

Whatever they are.

You have until the V and the two I's to finish that article or we won't be going

to that concert.

You.

You wouldn't happen to have a neck brace, would you?

You say that your first impression of me was that I was a nerd. Pretty much.

Truth is, I said nerdy to cushion it a little.

Well, Baba says that teasing is sometimes a way of showing you actually

someone. Tell Baba a nice theory, but denied.

Pure teasing.

Oh, yeah?

What about that mixed CD you gave me with all those slow songs?

It was just a CD. And track number eight, Blink and You'll Miss It, not so

No, there was something about the way you handed me that CD.

Hit it, Mikey.

Hey, dollface.

You're one of the new scribes at the buzz, right?

Introduce yourself like a gentleman, and I might answer that question.

No Jackson.

Music beat.

Rebecca Harper. School issues.

What does the guy have to do to get a smoothie around here?

Ask.

That's what I thought.

Give me the usual, Wilde, and another for the little lady.

That's all very kind of you, Mr. Jackson.

But you should know I leave boys like you lying brokenhearted on the floor

old discarded peanut shells.

Yeah? Well, you should know.

I'm one tough nut to crack.

Is that a fact?

Is the world round?

Technically, it's a sphere.

You're good, kid.

What was that for? I don't know.

That's what they do in old Black Knight movies.

Let's just say it's a token of my affection.

Thank you, Mr. Jackson.

Stop that.

I can't believe it. Even your flashbacks are boring. Black and white? Come on,

R. Say what you want, but you know I'm right.

The fact that you gave me this CD means that you had a crush on me.

Hey, this is a great CD.

You have it, too?

Yeah. Noah gave it to me when we first started here.

Wait. When exactly did he give it to you?

On our third day of work. I was wearing a magenta dress, flat shoes, and my hair

was styled by Sergio.

And you, Bowser, were wearing grass -stained shorts and your green ovary

Now that is how you remember things.

You gave me this CD at the end of our first week, which means you gave it to

after you gave it to Amanda.

Okay, we're not in black and white now, so no slapping.

Wait, is it meat bread meat or bread meat bread?

Why can't I figure this out?

Oh, Michael's right.

I am the opposite of genius.

Michael doesn't know what he's talking about.

And it's bread, meat, bread.

Wait. Let me write that down so I don't forget.

Bread, meat... Wilder, focus!

You're not leaving this room. No! You're not having another sandwich until you

remember me.

But Amanda... But nothing.

You know how you remember me? The figurigy fashion pitch. The one that

everyone else's head out of the water.

Oh, yeah. Now I remember.

That was incredible.

Never seen anything quite like it.

This image will be trapped in the dome forever.

Figarucci is the hottest designer to hit the runway since ever.

His sleek, elegant style is second only to mine.

If anyone else deserves to be written about by me, it's the enfant terrible

Figarucci.

That was my presentation, Wilder, not Noah's.

Really?

Man, all this trying to remember stuff is making me hungry.

No, no sandwich for you.

But Amanda, how am I supposed to remember you on an empty stomach?

Here, you can have these back.

Music for a rainy day, music for a rainy day without an umbrella, and music for

blow -drawing your hair after a rainy day without an umbrella.

I don't want them anymore.

But what if it rains?

R. Don't R me.

I'm mad at you. It's a folding situation.

All right, Rebecca.

Do you know how long it took me to make these?

Actually, not that long, thanks to the wonders of modern computer technology,

but it's a thought that counts.

Here's a thought. I don't care.

Let me burn you a new CD.

I'll call it music for you to listen to while you storm off on people.

Sandwich corner.

Losing strength.

Is that a crumb?

No, just an ant.

So, Walder, what's up?

So, Michael, nothing?

Walder, I didn't mean to say what I said earlier. I was venting and I blurted.

And what a hurtful blurt it was.

Come on, Walder, you have to see people worse than they are sometimes.

No, never.

Never? Not even when you're mad at them? No.

So when I walked through that door just now, you weren't thinking nasty

thoughts? No.

Even after I hurt your feelings, you didn't have a single mean thought?

No, not one.

It's not that hard to believe. Come on.

Tell me what your impression of me is right now.

Let's just say I see people better than they are. And taste you.

A little extra mustard and a few pickles and you'd be good to go.

You.

Come on, Rebecca.

I used your full name.

Give me a chance to explain.

What's to explain? You obviously prefer someone a little less nerdy.

Believe it or not, you kind of make the nerdy thing work.

Give me two minutes.

You better make it believable and make it quick. We have a concert to get to.

Okay. Here's what really happened.

What a nerd. What a cute nerd.

Welcome to my world of music.

Your new friend, Noah.

Here goes nothing.

I love it here. I have my own desk and electric stapler and I even have my own

business card. Yippee!

Oh, gotta go. I'll talk to you tonight.

Love you too, Bubba.

To Bubba?

Hey, Noah.

What's up?

Oh, nothing.

Just admiring your business cards.

Don't you just love them?

Rebecca Harper, journalist.

I love the classy font and glossy sheen.

You thought I had a boyfriend named Bubba?

You could probably bench press me several hundred times.

I was talking to Bubba. I know that now.

So you gave the CD to Amanda instead.

And I burnt you a new one later, after I discovered you were talking to your

grandmother. Don't underestimate Baba.

Who also could probably bench press you several hundred times?

Rebecca, let's go. If you don't get this done, I'm going to have to be the bad

guy. And I hate, hate being the bad guy.

Not bad, like bad as in cool.

Do kids still say bad when they mean cool?

No, the word is sick.

Sick. Gotcha.

What's that?

Music to listen to while under a tight deadline.

Now go.

Gotta get a move on or else we'll miss the start of the concert.

Hey, Walter.

Hey, Bealty.

In your face, Banana Jack!

Who's in time now?

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

Paul Jacobs.

But can you blame me for what I said?

You're all droopy -eyed and sad, but you can't even remember Amanda's first few

days at the bus.

Come here.

Dude, I totally remember her.

What? I remember everything about her.

I remember the way she sat at her desk.

I remember the way she picked up her phone for the first time with her head

slightly tilted as she called Daddy's assistant.

I remember her fingers being all bruised from having to type instead of dictate.

Do you know what I remember most?

Nice move, Banana Jack, but you are going down!

Curse you and your pies!

Catchy. How long have you been saying that?

I've never said it before until now.

But I've got a feeling I'll be saying it a lot more from now on.

Wait. You pretended not to remember her this whole time?

Exactly.

Look, now I'm totally confused. Why would you do something like that?

You. Listen here, Wilder. Don't even think that this is over. I'm... gonna

you remember me if it's the last thing i do every time you go to the blurb or

the skate park or the movies i'm gonna be there right by your side trying to

make you remember me but amanda you can't spend every single moment of the

with me oh yes i can and you better get used to it eureka

genius pure genius

first impression

Thick. Yes.

Nice job, Rebecca. It's concise to the point. Very professional.

Last one to Aquamonkey's is a dirty rotten piece of cheese.

Who knew DJ was an Aquamonkey fan?

Leave no journalist behind, remember?

Go on without me.

I'm going to wait for Noah.

Ready to head out?

I want to talk to you.

And I want to listen to you.

Maybe I am a little klutzy, and maybe I like to make sure my pencils are sharp

and my chair back is straight and my computer keyboard is free of crumbs

I start my shift.

But if doing all that makes someone a nerd, then gosh darn it, I'm a...

nerd.

What do you say we hit that concert?

Yes. I'd like that very much.