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Am I the only person
that missed this place?

What, Brandon? You crazy, man?

We got 15 minutes of
freedom left. Enjoy yourself.

One day, we'll look back
and wish

we could start high school
again.

Yeah, you speak for yourself.

Look, all I know is
that for the last 3 years,

I've been working
and studying my butt off.

This year, something's
got to give.

I got to have some fun.

I thought that's what
we've been doing.

Mmm.

How long do you think
those two can really last?

I don't know. I'm not
an astrologer, Donna.

Actually though,
some people do wind up

marrying their high
school sweethearts.

Yeah, I guess so.

Good morning, West Beverly.

This is your conscience.

The administration has asked me
to inform all new

and transferred students

to report to the main quad

where you'll be teamed up
with your senior buddies.

There, they'll be able to
answer all those

burning questions
you may have, like,

where exactly
is the main quad anyway?

- Nikki.
- David.

You told me you were
the school DJ, but what a setup.

- So what are you doing here?
- I transferred.

This has got to be the coolest
place in the entire school.

I thought you were
going back to San Francisco.

I did.

But things got hairy at home,

so I convinced my folks
to let me move down to

La La Land
and live with my aunt.

That's great.

Listen, uh,
I'd love to hang out,

but I've got to go
meet my senior buddy.

Hope it's not
as geeky as it sounds.

We ever look that young?

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Steve, since when did you
get a dose of school spirit?

I didn't.
I just needed something

to write
on my college application.

Oh, figures.

Besides, I just
might be paired up

with some fine
postpubescent feline.

Hello.

Are you Steve Sanders?

At your service.

Are you my new buddy?

No. That lost little kid
right over there is.

I'm out of this.

Too late for that.

Steve Sanders.

Oh, I found you.

Herbert Little,
your freshman buddy.

Well, let's get
one thing straight.

You're not my little
buddy, Hubert.

- Herbert.
- Fine.

I'm doing this because
it looks good.

If you stay out of my
hair, don't embarrass me,

we'll get along fine.

- Got it, Hubert?
- Herbert.

Whatever.

Are you Susie?

Uh, yes.

Hi. Brenda Walsh.
I'm your senior buddy.

I'm here to answer any question

you may have about West Beverly.

Uh, great.
Um, where's the bathroom?

Is everything okay in there,
Susie?

Yeah, everything's fine. Thanks.

So, anyway, like I was saying,
when I first transferred here,

my friends thought being
a cheerleader was really uncool.

So I didn't go out
for the pep squad,

even though it was something
that I wanted to do.

Just remember, the key
to being happy in this school

is to forget
about everybody else

and just be your own person.

So what were you saying
about the pep squad?

There you are.
I was about to give up on you.

Sorry. I was gonna
call you last night,

but it got a little late.

Likely story.

Come here. I want to show you
what I did so far.

I set up some assignments.

Oh, wait till you hear this.

We have a new faculty advisor.

What happened to Miss McCormick?

She's seven months pregnant.

I didn't know she was married.

She's not.

Oh.

Oh. So tell me,

should we run a story on it,

or is that a little too tabloid?

Listen, Andrea, that's
kind of what I came here

to talk to you about.

I don't think I'm gonna be able

to get up for working this year.

Forget it.

That is what you said last year.

Well, I'm serious, Andrea.

It's been two years;
it's getting tired.

Yeah, and we're seniors.

This is our chance
to leave our mark.

Exactly. We're seniors. I don't
want to work that hard.

Well, that's too bad. I need you
and I'm not letting you quit.

- You're not letting me?
- No!

What are you gonna do?

Chain me to
my computer terminal?

Don't stop on my account.

You two were definitely
on a roll.

Are you Mr. Meyers?

This is true.

This is our new faculty advisor

and our AP English teacher.

This is also true.

Hi. I'm Andrea Zuckerman,
editor-in-chief.

And this is Brandon Walsh,

who has the idea that he's not

gonna be sports editor.

That's because I'm not.

Don't worry. He'll come around.

You see what I have
to put up with?

If you're half as good
as Andrea thinks you are,

I just might have to help her
twist your arm.

Great. Two against one.

Those are my favorite
kind of odds.

Mine, too.

Hi! I didn't know you
were in this class.

Yo hablo Español
muy bien, chica.

I don't hablo at all.

Kelly, I tried
to call you last night.

I was home all night.

I hung up when David answered.

Oh, so that was you.

Yeah, he said
he got a heavy breather.

What'd you want?

I just, I thought we should talk

before we walked
in here again for another year.

Don't sweat it.

Hi, guys.

Brenda, hi.

This is great.

The 3 of us are
finally in the same class.

Mr. Meyers. Mr. Meyers.

- Hello, Andrea.
- Hi. I just wanted to tell you,

I thought your class
was terrific.

Thanks. I'm trying.

You might want to take
a look at the report

that I worked up,

summarizing my ideas how to
streamline the process

- so that we can--
- Why don't you

bring that to the meeting
we're having after school.

Oh. Okay, that's...
that's a good idea.

- See ya.
- Uh, just one other thing.

I, uh...

I want you to know
I really appreciate

your trying to help me
keep Brandon on the staff.

He seems like a good guy.

Ah, he's a great guy.

He's a terrific writer
with unlimited potential. I...

I can't imagine doing
The Blaze without him.

We'll see what we can do.

Just, you know, sometimes,

he can get a little lazy
if he's not pushed, but...

That's okay.

Human beings are like that
sometimes.

See ya.

Good-bye.

I can't wait for you
to meet this girl.

She's just the type of person

you can open up to right away.

I mean, we just have
so much in common.

That's great. Sounds like you
made a new friend.

Yeah, I really think I did.

We just clicked.

There's my student buddy.

I want you to meet her.

Nikki, over here.

- Hi!
- Hi!

This is my boyfriend, David.

David, this is who
I was talking about.

Hi. Uh, David?

Nice to meet you.

It's nice to meet you, too.

Bren, what do you say
we blow this pop stand

and find someplace else to eat?

I can't stand another year
of cafeteria food.

What'd you have in mind?

Well, I don't know.

Um, my place?

Yeah, right. I know how much
food is in your fridge.

Hey, nobody said anything
about having to eat.

I don't think so.

Not the first day
at school anyway.

Just a thought.

Hold that thought.

Hey, there's Kel.

Kelly!

Let her go.

Why?

I just want to have lunch alone.

Oh, that's sweet.

So fill out these cards

and let me know a little
bit about yourself.

And don't be shy because,
well, I'm easily impressed.

Nice to see you, Mr. Walsh.

Yeah, like I had
a choice in the matter.

More importantly, I want to know

what you want to do
on the paper this term

so that you don't keel over
from boredom.

This guy is sharp.

What a great way
to boost morale.

In any event,
I read the first four issues

of last year's paper over lunch,

and, well, found it to be
eminently more digestible

than the mystery meat they were
serving in the cafeteria.

You guys did good work.
I was very impressed.

But I know you can do better,
a lot better.

Now, with regards
to the layout...

Excuse me, Mr. Meyers?

Uh, what specifically
didn't you like about it?

Don't get me wrong.
It was very readable.

I just think the layout could
use more graphics,

and the editorial style could be
more precise.

Well, what you didn't know is

that 70% of the staff
was new last fall,

so I'm sure when you read
what we did in the spring,

you'll see why the Blaze went on
to win a Quill and Scroll Award.

I'm well aware
of your accomplishments, Andrea.

Ahn-drea.

Andrea.

You're a first-rate editor,
and since this is my first day,

I don't want
to ruffle any feathers.

But that doesn't mean

there's no room for improvement.

- No.
- Good.

Now, moving right along,

does anyone have any questions?

Yes?

Are you married?

Andrea,
if he didn't like you,

why did he say you were
a first-class editor, huh?

It's just a vibe I'm getting
from him, that's all.

What are you so insecure about?

I don't know.
I just feel like all day

I've been saying the
wrong thing.

Maybe you have a crush on him.

What was the name of that
teacher you went out with?

Will you get your mind out of
the gutter? I'm serious.

I have to find a way to show him

how much passion I have
for the newspaper,

how committed I am.

Will you relax?

Once Meyers finds out
what a great journalist you are,

he'll be kissing the ground
you walk on.

Yeah.

Ready for the burgers?

Forget about the burgers.

I can't even get
the coals started.

What's the matter?
Lost your touch.

I'm lost without lighter fluid.

We may be saving
the ozone layer,

but we're going
to die of starvation.

Come on.
I'm not a Boy Scout,

but I can start a barbecue.

This is not just
any barbecue, Dylan.

It's a smoke 'n bake.

That's right.
It's not just a grill.

It's a mira-grill.

Hey, it's tricky, okay?

You're right.

Come on, papa-san.

Let me show you how you do
this fire-starting thing.

Be my guest.

It's simple aerodynamics.

Oh, I see, I see, I see, I see.

What a difference
a summer makes.

I told you, all Dad needed was

some time to get used to Dylan.

Yeah. Like, two years.

Brandon, what you're seeing
is male bonding

at its very best.

A fire is involved.

Cindy, you, uh...
you got any newspaper?

Sure, Dylan.

Come here.

Every time I turn around,

I see him hugging her
or kissing her.

I don't know
if I'm going to make it

through a whole year of this.

Can I ask you something, and I

don't mean to be getting
too personal?

What?

Are you in love with Dylan?

No!

I just can't stand being in

every class with him
and Brenda. That's all.

You're worried
about surviving a year.

I may not last a week.

Why?

Remember Nikki, that girl

I messed around with
this summer?

She just
transferred to West Beverly,

and guess
who her new senior buddy is?

- Uh-oh.
- Yeah. When the three of us

are together, she acts like
she's never met me.

When we're alone,
she's clearly coming on to me.

You're right.
You're not going to

make it through a whole week.

So, what do I do?

Come clean.
That's your only choice.

You think
honesty is the best policy?

It's better that
Donna find out from you

than from Nikki.

Oh, okay, Kel.

You're the expert.

You're a teacher's
dream, Zuckerman.

Mr. Meyers!

What are you doing
at the public library

on the first night of school?

Like you said in class today,

reading a good book
is like doing aerobics

for the imagination.

Let me ask your opinion.

Brandon Walsh.

Is he motivated?

Without a doubt.

Do you think he's a leader?

Everybody likes him.

I know he's popular.

What I want to know--
is he a leader?

Could be.

I think he's a little bored
being the sports editor.

To say the least.

I think if you gave him more,

if you challenged him,

he could really rise
to the occasion.

That's exactly
what I had in mind.

Really? What were you thinking?

I was thinking that he has
a chance to be a real star,

but he needs a swift kick
in the butt.

And since you've done it
for the last two years,

I was thinking we make him
the next editor-in-chief.

And you could be the woman
behind the man.

What do you think?

Yeah.

Well, if you ever
need a ride home,

I've got a 'Vette that...

Excuse me, Steve.

This'll just take a minute.

Make it quick, Hubert.

Herbert.

Oh, uh, where's
the computer lab?

Building C.
Second door on your right.

Just follow the dweeb droppings.

Now, where were we?

Sorry.

No harm, no foul.

Can I come in?

Yeah, sure.

Uh... Listen, David,

I've been thinking
about how I handled things

with Donna yesterday.

I mean, I could have just said

I bumped into you
at the beach club this summer,

but I didn't want to lie to her.

I mean I like you.

And I like Donna.

So I really don't want things
to get... sticky.

Me either.

So, are you going to tell her?

Yeah, absolutely...

I just haven't found
the right time.

Well, just don't wait too long,
okay?

You're right.

I'll tell her tonight.

Good.

In the "Song of Myself,"

Whitman wrote, "I am
the poet of the body,

"I am the poet of the soul...

"I am the poet of the woman
the same as the man.

"And I say it is as great
to be a woman as to be a man."

Whitman wrote that
150 years ago.

Talk about being
on the cutting edge...

We'll get into more of it
tomorrow.

Uh, Brandon, Andrea...

stick around for a minute.

Had to get me back
into the newspaper game,

didn't you?

Have any idea
what this is about?

I have a vague idea.

So, are you about ready

to let him in
on our little secret?

Whenever you are.

What? You two ganging up
on me again?

Since no one else volunteered,
Andrea and I have decided

that you are the best person
at this school

to become the next
editor-in-chief of the Blaze.

It's a joke, right?

Nope.

You had something to do
with this?

Congratulations, Chief.

I'm really sorry.

We've got to stop
meeting like this.

I think that one's mine.

Oh, here you go.

Thanks.

Mr. Meyers... Mr. Meyers.

Brandon, I've got
to level with you.

Every time someone calls me
Mr. Meyers

I keep looking around
for my father.

So when we're out of class,
why don't you call me Gil,

especially now since
you're the big kahuna.

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

Don't tell me you're getting
cold feet.

No, no, no, I just, uh,

I need to get something
straight.

Can we go talk for a minute?

Sure.

So Andrea was okay

with me taking over the paper?

She was your biggest booster.

She's behind you 100%.

Well, to be honest with you Gil,
in my humble opinion,

she's the one
who deserves the job.

She's done it for
the last two years.

The poor girl needs a break.

Andrea is intense, but...

It's like the Blaze
is her entire life.

My point exactly.

Listen, I'm really flattered

that you have that much
confidence in me,

but I've always been more
of a team player.

But eventually every player's
got to step up

to the plate, don't they?

Yeah, but it's my senior year.

I wanted to just kick back
and cruise, you know?

And what...
"party, radical, dude?"

Is that
what we're talking about?

'Cause if we are, I can relate.

You're talking to the
original couch potato.

The thought of reading

for my own pleasure was
completely foreign to me

till I was a senior
in high school,

and then everything changed.

What happened?

My English teacher
gave me a book of poems

by Walt Whitman.

"It's only life...

with its immense passion,
pulse, and power."

You really think
I'm up for this?

Go for it, Brandon.

You want me to give a barbecue?

Dylan, you have that big house

and you never use it.

I don't know.

Hi, Brenda.

Hi, Sue.

Bren, you know that girl?

Yeah, that's my freshman buddy.

Mmm, what reform school
did she escape from?

Come on.
A barbecue is a great idea.

We'll have it this Friday night.
We'll invite everybody.

Donna, Kelly...
speaking of which...

Kelly wasn't in Spanish class
this morning.

Where is she?

Mrs. Teasley, I was wondering

if I could make a small change
in my schedule.

What did you have in mind?

Donna was telling me

about this art class
she's taking,

and I was wondering
if I can still get in.

I don't recall your expressing
any interest

in art before.

Oh, I know.

I just thought since
it's my senior year,

maybe it's time for me
to explore my creative side.

Try something new.

Well, there is room
in the class,

but you do realize
switching into art

will necessitate rearranging
your entire schedule.

Oh, really? That's too bad,

but if that's
what we've gotta do.

So, what are you doing
after school?

I told Nikki I'd drop her off
at the Beverly Center. Why?

Uh, what about later on tonight?

Nikki's coming over for dinner.

You can come, too, if you want.

No, that's okay.

David, what's wrong?
Is everything all right?

Yeah. Everything's fine.

Okay.

Private Zuckerman
reporting for duty, sir.

Andrea, just in time.

Take a look at the new layout.
What do you think?

Why are you changing the layout?

The old one's
flat, don't you think?

No, I, uh, I liked it.

Mr. Meyers thought
it looked flat.

So what should I do?

Let's leave the layout alone.
Andrea's right.

Okay, Chief.

Before I forget,
Meyers thought I should

take a look at
that report you did

on how to streamline the paper.

- Oh, he did, did he?
- Yeah.

Can I see you outside?

This is not going to work out.

What isn't?

Brandon, you're editor-in-chief.

It's your job
to streamline the paper.

I am merely
one of the foot soldiers.

I am not gonna hand over
my ideas, which I stayed up

until 2:00 in the morning
to write, so that you

can take the credit.

Andrea, maybe you're
suffering from...

sleep deprivation or something--

I don't
know where this is coming from.

Gil merely told me
you'd written a report

that may be
of some assistance to me.

If you don't want to give
it to me, no big deal.

Gil? Well, I didn't realize
you guys became so chummy.

Look, Andrea, if you wanted
to be editor so badly,

why'd you back me for the job?

Excuse me.

What was I supposed to do?

Tell him you procrastinate,
you're disorganized,

you're not nearly as qualified

to run The Blazeas I am?

- Hold on.
- No, that's the truth.

You do not have as much
experience,

and you
don't have the commitment!

I can do the job, Andrea,
just as well as you can.

Great. Then why don't you do
the whole damn thing yourself.

Oh, that's just great, Andrea.

Walk away.

It's not my fault you're too
egotistical to deal with this!

You see, Silver?

This is what it means
to have a manager.

I put up my own bucks for these.

Well, that's great, but
who plays 45s anymore?

Get with the program, David.

I'm gonna put these
in jukeboxes.

I'm gonna have this puppy
playing in every diner in town.

But not here at the Pit, okay?

What are you talking about?
Here at the Pit.

Nikki thinks
she's the first person

who heard this song,
and Donna thinks

she's the first person
who heard this song.

You told me I was the first
person who heard this song.

Well, I was excited
about it, okay?

I don't care who was the
first person to hear this song.

It's going into Nat's jukebox.

I know I'm gonna have
to tell Donna about Nikki.

Things have been going so great,

I don't want to ruin it.

So, who says tell
Donna anything?

Well, Kelly and Nikki said...

Kelly and Nikki,
Nikki and Schmikki, okay?

Look, Kelly is
Donna's best friend.

And Nikki, she just
wants to break you guys up

so she could get to you.

So, what do you think
I should do?

Make Nikki a little side dish.

What, are you kidding?
I can't do that.

I don't even want to do that.

All right, but don't tell Donna.

She'll freak.

Well, what if Nikki tells Donna?

The two of them
have gotten tight.

Let me tell you
three words of advice

that have always worked for me:

Deny, deny, deny.

All I can say is
everybody better be hungry.

You have a ton of food.

Yeah, I guess I better
learn to cook, too, huh?

- What?
- Brenda.

I've never, ever
barbecued anything in my life.

I ordered room service,
remember?

Then what was the show
you put on?

Oh, I was just trying
to be helpful.

I can't cook.

Dylan, what are we gonna do?

This is gonna be a disaster.

No, it won't. You'll help me,
won't you?

Dylan...

Won't you?

All right.

But the first thing
we better do,

if you're gonna have
a party, is clean up.

Okay, but, Bren, do we
got to do that right now?

What is this?

Looks like an earring.

I know it's an earring, Dylan.
Whose is it?

Must be my mother's.

I told you she stopped by here

for a few days on her way to

a convergence retreat in Sedona.

Right.

Call her
and tell her that you found it.

Well, I will.

I didn't see you
in class yesterday.

Did you skip?

No. Actually, I changed
my schedule around.

I wanted to take art with Donna.

No offense, I've known you
since kindergarten;

you couldn't draw a straight
line if you had a ruler.

Maybe it's time I learned.

Maybe.

This is yours, I think.

Oh, thank you.
I was looking for that.

Don't thank me. Thank Brenda.

She's the one that found it.

You didn't tell her, did you?

No, I didn't tell her.

I said it was my mother's.

I won't be wearing
those earrings anymore.

- Kelly...
- I didn't like 'em anyway.

Look, for what it's worth,

if you hadn't changed your
schedule, I'd have.

That way, it'd be more
comfortable for everybody.

Dylan, I am not doing anything

to make things comfortable
for everybody.

Just for me.

You and Brenda have each other.

And I don't begrudge you that,

but I don't have to watch it

with a lump in my throat.

So, are you coming
to the barbecue?

Sure.

I can't believe
Dylan's being so sociable.

I'm telling you,
he's a changed man.

Mmm.

- Oh, my God, hide me.
- Huh?

Hi, Brenda. Hi, Donna.

- Hi!
- Hi, Sue.

Where you going?

Wherever they're taking me.

How do you know her?

That's Sue Scanlon.

I know who she is.
She's my freshman buddy.

She's also Scott's sister.

Scott Scanlon.

I can't believe I
didn't make the connection.

Yeah.

My mom says the family
has fallen apart

since Scott shot himself.

Mrs. Scanlon's always been
weird though.

Like mother, like daughter.

Okay, that's it for today.

Andrea, could you stay
for a minute?

How come you've been shooting me
death rays for the last hour?

How come you haven't called
on me in the last hour?

Because I knew you knew
all the answers.

I was gonna wait
until the newspaper meeting

to tell you this, but I, uh,
might as well tell you now.

I'm resigning from the Blaze.

Why do you want to do that?

Because you ripped me off,
that's why.

I'm the one who saved the paper

when nobody wanted
to work on it.

I found new advertisers.
I recruited staff.

I updated the computer system.

I sacrificed
my nights and weekends.

And then you walk in,
and in one fell swoop,

you take the whole thing
away from me.

My God, Andrea.
I had no idea you felt this way.

Why didn't you
just say something?

Because I wanted you to like me.

I do like you.

But not as much
as you like Brandon.

You know why I put
Brandon in charge.

He's the kind of guy
who needs a push.

We talked about this.

That doesn't mean
I don't think you're terrific.

But don't you think it's time

you learned how
to be a team player?

You're not always gonna be
number one, you know.

And sometimes,
overachievers like you

have to get past their own egos

and learn how to accept
disappointment.

That is so bogus.

If I were a guy, you would be
congratulating me on my ambition

instead of calling me
an overachiever.

You're teaching the male
how to be a leader

and the female
how to be a team player.

If you're implying
that I'm sexist,

you are dead wrong.

Oh, really?

Why is it we call
a male assertive

and a female pushy?

Why is a guy tough
and a girl a bitch?

What would Walt Whitman
say about that...

Gil?

I love that art class.

Oh, me, too.
Mrs. Signorelli is great.

You know, I have that same top?

God, we do have a lot in common.

Art, clothes...

And our incredible
taste in guys.

Oh. David is cute, isn't he?

The best.

Listen, Donna, I am so glad
you're okay with all this.

I have to admit
I was real nervous

about David telling you.

What are you talking about?

He didn't tell you?

He promised me
he'd tell you last night.

He didn't. But I have this
feeling that somebody better.

Donna, please, believe me,
nothing happened.

When you were
in Paris this summer,

and I came here to Beverly Hills
to visit my aunt,

I met David at the beach club.

If nothing happened,
why'd you pretend

like you hadn't met him before?

I didn't know if you knew, I
wasn't sure how you'd take it.

Well, would you mind telling me
just how far things went?

- Did you sleep with him, Nikki?
- Donna, no!

Please,
it was nothing like that.

We met, we listened to music.

And we just kissed. That's all.

I'm supposed to feel relieved

because all you did was kiss?

That's all we do.

I want you to know something.

When it came down to really
fooling around,

David told me about you
and said that he couldn't.

If you never want to talk
to me again, I understand.

But don't blame David, please.

He's such a great guy.

Yeah. A great guy who somehow
forgot to tell his girlfriend

about the fling he had
this summer.

Donna, don't get mad at him.

No. I'm not gonna get mad.

I'm gonna get even.

Man.

Hey, what's going on?

They won't give me my books.

Just a little healthy hazing.

Here, Hubert.

- What's your problem, Sanders?
- Look, Miller.

You can pick on
all the freshmen you want.

Just not my freshman.

Oh, you know this nerd?

Yeah, I do.

Now beat it, kid.

Thank you, sir.

You really are a nerd,
aren't you?

Don't call me "sir."

Fine. As long as you don't
call me Hubert.

Let's go, Herbert.

It's about time
we introduced ourselves.

Hi, I'm Nikki Witt.

Brandon Walsh.

Well, maybe we'll run
into each other again sometime.

Maybe.

Sue.

Oh, don't mind me.

I'm just doing my daily
"makeover" again.

Time to turn back
into little Susie Sunshine.

I know
from experience what it's like

pretending to be
somebody you're not.

Yeah, well, it beats hassling
with my mother.

You think so?

You don't know my mother.

Yes, I do...

and I knew your brother, too.

Before or after he shot himself?

Actually, I didn't know Scott
that well.

But I was at his birthday party
that night,

and I was there when David
Silver buried a time capsule

in Scott's memory.

And I can be there for you, too,
if you want.

Why?

Because you say
you were Scott's friend

or because you feel sorry
for me?

Because you're my
freshman buddy...

and I hate to see you
working so hard

just to earn a bad reputation.

Look, I don't care what you
or anybody else thinks about me.

Obviously, you care
about what your mother thinks.

Otherwise, you wouldn't
bother cleaning up

your act every afternoon.

She's going to learn
the truth eventually, you know.

You don't know what it's like
living in that house.

If you want to talk
to a counselor,

I could give you
some people to call.

Thanks.

I just might take you up
on that.

Anytime.

How's it going?

I'm not a happy camper.

It could take me three weeks
to get the budget in order.

Not to mention
assigning features,

selling ad space, paste-up.

I know.
It's a lot of responsibility.

What's the matter, Gil?

Are you feeling guilty
about ruining my carefree youth?

Guilty, yes.

But not about you.
It's about Andrea.

She really laid into me.

It's my fault.

How could I put her
in the tough spot

of having to choose
between her own ambitions

and her affections for you?

Do you think I'm sexist?

What's that got to do with this?

Everything. I can't believe
I was so oblivious.

I've read all the studies,
Brandon...

about how teachers don't call
on teenage girls as much as guys

and that time and time again
they'll ignore

even the most talented female
student in favor of a boy.

I never thought I'd do it.

Listen... I...

I don't want to sound
like a quitter 'cause I'm not...

but if you want to give
the paper back to Andrea,

I'd understand.

I don't think that'd be fair
to either of you.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

How do we get out
of the doghouse?

I had a feeling
I'd find you here.

You wanna proof
our new masthead?

- Brandon...
- No, Andrea,

just take a look
at it, would ya?

This says Brandon Walsh
and Andrea Zuckerman,

- Co-editors-in-chief.
- Yup.

My first executive decision.

I don't need your pity,
okay, Brandon?

Andrea, it's not pity.

The Blaze is your paper.
It's your passion.

Let me be your partner.

We make a good team, you and me.

You and I.

So are we partners or what?

Sounds good to me, Chief.

Co-chief.

So when do we start?

We start on Monday.

Tonight,

we party.

There's a Zen like thing
with the, uh,

barbecue here, Steve.

You gotta become one
with the burger.

Those burgers look like

they've become one
with the grill.

Hey, man, this spatula can
become one with your face.

- Ooh.
- Ooh, come on.

I hate violence.

Dylan, hi.

Hey, Donna.

Nikki?

Brandon?

Do you two know each other?

Um, we've bumped
into each other a few times.

Yeah.

Kelly, where've you been?

Oh, uh... David couldn't decide
what to wear.

Uh, could you excuse me
a second?

Sure.

We need to talk.

Sure.

Alone.

Right.

David, I can't take it anymore.

You've got to tell Donna
about us right away.

Look, Nikki, there is no us.

But David, I want you.

I know, but you're gonna
have to get over it.

Look, I love Donna, and I know
I should have told her

and I will. But I've just gotta
wait for the right moment.

You've gotta stop.

Busted!

Donna...

I think he passed the test.

Yeah, good thing.

What's going on here?

Boyfriends are so hard

to train these days.

You mean you two were in
on this together?

Okay, you got me.

Does that mean
you're not mad at me?

Mm-hmm. Not anymore.

Look, I'm sorry. I love you.

You know that.

Yeah. I do.

Come here.

Sick... both of you.

Donna.

I've only got one more
question for you

and then we'll put this
whole "Senior Buddy" business

out of its misery.

What do you want to know?

Does Brandon Walsh
have a girlfriend?

What's the matter, Kel?

Nothing. I'm fine.

Come on.
I know you better than that.

I'm just going
through a senior slump.

And it's only been half a week.

You know what I think?

What?

I think you're lonely.
That's all.

Don't worry. It'll be
a great year for both of us.

You'll see.

Yeah.

We'll find you a guy.

One as great as Dylan.

Thanks, Bren.