Fic: Truth or Dare
Title: Truth or Dare
Author: greta_garbo
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2211
Disclaimers: Yeah, right.
Note: So I turned on my bootleg Threepenny Opera soundtrack while I was writing this. For some reason, things always get weird when I list to Threepenny Opera. i don't know why. Both to my computer and to my muse. While I was typing this, the text magically changed to symbols. Twitter kept telling me there was a new tweet, but when I clicked it there was nothing. Facebook told me I had 2 notifications, and when I looked, there were none. Craig Ferguson's voice got really low and Satan-sounding. And I wrote some frakking bizarre stuff. Too bizarre. So I took a shower, turned off Threepenny Opera (but not before singing Pirate Jenny at the top of my lungs), and looked at the story again and fixed it. Maybe one day you'll see the first draft. Maybe.
The group watched the clock as the minutes ticked away.
“Annie, really, I’m pretty sure it’s a rule or something,” Jeff said. “If the teacher is 20 minutes late, we get to leave.”
Everyone else had already left ten minutes ago. But Annie had looked at her friends with those big shiny guilt eyes and they were all glued to their suits. And she called Shirley a guilt machine.
“There are still twenty-five minutes of class left. He might show up,” Annie said. “Besides, do you really want to incur Chang’s wrath if he shows up and nobody’s here?”
The group exchanged glances. She had a point.
So they stayed. Partly out of Annie-induced guilt, and partly out of blinding fear.
Two more minutes ticked away while they watched Pierce try to work out his cell phone. He was finally using the buttons. Unfortunately, this didn’t make things better, since he felt the need to say every button he pressed out loud. He also thought that combining the buttons and the voice command would somehow work.
“6-9-4-6. Access email.” Beep beep. “Access email.” Beep beep. “6-9-4-6. Access email.” Beep beep.
“This is so BORING!” Troy finally burst out.
“I agree,” Abed said. “This isn’t really serving to help us grow as an unconventional family.”
“There are still twenty minutes of class left,” Annie said primly.
“Well, can’t we at least do something?” Britta said. “I’m seriously going to die of boredom sitting here watching the clock.”
“We can play some internet poker on my podphone,” Pierce said. “Accessing-”
“No!” Britta stopped him. “Please, just… no more phone.”
Pierce gave her an offended look. “Fine, live in the 20th century. See if I care.”
“My friend Gary told me a joke the other day,” Shirley started.
“NO!” Britta practically shouted. “Gary tells the worst jokes. Nobody ever gets them. They’re always about reindeer and wife carrying.”
“It’s Finnish humor!” Shirley defended.
“We have to do something to kill time. I feel like I’ve been here for an hour,” Troy said.
“I could recite a few monologues from MASH,” Abed suggested.
“Or, we could just kill time arguing,” Jeff countered.
Annie looked decidedly unhappy. Her arms were crossed over her chest, she was slumped down in her seat, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her mouth had formed into a distinct pout.
“Come on,” Jeff nudged her foot under her desk from across the aisle. “Cheer up. We’ll play a game or something while we wait.”
Her frown lessened just a bit. “Okay…”
“Oh, we should play Truth or Dare!” Troy suggested.
Annie stiffened.
“Of course you would suggest that,” Jeff said under his breath.
“I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” Annie said in a high, tight voice.
“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun,” Troy persisted. “Remember when we played it at Tammi Conroy’s party?”
“I do. Distinctly. Which is why I don’t want to play it now.”
Troy was laughing now. “Remember how that one girl got dared to streak the neighborhood? And then we locked her out of the house, and she had to sit on the front porch naked until Tammi’s parents got home? Oh man, that was hilarious!”
“Yes, I remember. Of course I remember! That was me, Troy!” Annie’s pout was now even more pronounced than it had been before.
“Oh, man, it was!” Troy kept on laughing. “And you were banging at the door screaming, ‘Let me in!’ so loud that the neighbors were starting to wake up.” His laughter subsided a bit. “Man, you were funny.”
“I’m glad I could amuse you,” Annie said bitterly.
Britta stepped in to try to relieve the one-sided tension. “Okay, why don’t we do it this way… we play Truth or Dare, but we keep the dares relatively tame? Everyone keeps their clothes on and nobody leaves the room.”
“Sounds boring,” Troy said.
“Truth or Dare is always an interesting game. Dramatic revelations, romantically-tinged dares. I’m in,” Abed said.
“Me, too!” Pierce said, excited to participate in anything that could vaguely be considered “young”.
“I haven’t played Truth or Dare since high school!” Shirley was very excited.
Jeff was looking at Annie, at the huge weight that was settling on her shoulders at the memories of high school torture. He wanted to stand up for her. He wanted to tell everyone to shove it and that if Annie didn’t want to play, they wouldn’t play.
Instead, when Britta said, “Jeff?” he just said, “Whatever.”
Everyone looked at each other, thinking someone else would start. Finally, Jeff decided he’d just take the reigns. He’d at least try to set the tone for the game, if nothing else. “Okay, then… Britta. Truth or Dare?”
Britta looked at him suspiciously. “Truth,” she eventually answered.
“First concert.”
She scoffed, putting on an indignant face. “Radiohead, of course.”
“Tell the truth.”
She deflated. “Billy Ray Cyrus.”
Shirley turned to Britta in surprise. “The Achey Breaky Heart guy?”
“Yes, the Achey Breaky Heart guy.”
Shirley suppressed a giggle.
Jeff, on the other hand, suppressed nothing.
“My mom was a big fan, okay? She didn’t want to go to the concert alone, so she took me.”
“Of course she did,” Jeff said.
“It’s the truth!”
“Fine, we all believe you,” Jeff said in a voice that indicated that, no, they did not all believe her.
“Okay, my turn,” Britta said, trying to cut off the laughter at her expense. “Shirley, Truth or Dare?”
Shirley perked up. “I want to say Truth to play it safe, but this game should be college-y. So, Dare.”
Britta pursed her lips as she looked around the room, trying to think of something. “Okay, I dare you to write ‘Senor Chang is an unstable lunatic’ on the blackboard.”
Shirley had the good sense to look terrified. “Oh, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
“Hey, you picked dare.”
“Yeah, but-”
“How would he even know that you wrote it?”
“He does that CSI handwriting comparison thing!”
“You shouldn’t have take Dare if you were going to be a scaredy-cat,” Britta countered.
Shirley took a moment to brace herself, and then walked up to the board and wrote, in huge letters, “SENOR CHANG IS AN UNSTABLE LUNATIC.”
The rest of the group admired her work. “It’s a little redundant,” Jeff observed. “I mean, if he’s a lunatic, he’s obviously unstable. Pointing it out twice just seems tacky.”
After a two and half minute long discussion, the group decided that, yes, it did seem tacky, so Shirley erased the “UNSTABLE” from the board.
Shirley started walking back to her seat. “This is so exciting. Who should I choose? I better make it good.” She sat down and looked at all of her friends seriously, trying to decide who would have the juiciest piece of something she’d want the truth about.
Finally, “Annie. Truth or Dare.”
Annie’s face reddened as she tried to avoid the emotional pain that came with the memory of Dare, and steel herself for whatever embarrassing question would come along with Truth.
Eventually she just burst out, “This is stupid! I didn’t even agree to play!”
Britta leaned over and put her hand on Annie’s shoulder. “Annie, come on. This is supposed to be fun. We’re all friends. Shirley wouldn’t ask something that would seriously embarrass you.”
Annie looked back at Shirley for confirmation. Shirley nodded, her eyes warm and sympathetic.
“Fine,” Annie acquiesced, sighing. “Truth.”
Shirley didn’t even have to think. “So you kissed Jeff.”
The attractive blush covering Annie’s face spread to her ears as she glanced quickly up at Jeff, and then quickly away again.
“How was that?” Shirley finished her question.
Everything went quite. Pierce stopped punching at the keys of his phone. Britta stopped tapping her pencil on her desk. And Jeff…
Jeff watched Annie very carefully. He wanted to know the answer to this. And damn it, if she was lying, he would know it.
Annie was silent so long, everyone was starting to wonder if she was just going to set in silent protest until class time was over. But finally she said, “I’ve only kissed one other guy in my life, and he was gay, so I’m not really the best judge.”
“Come on, that’s not an answer,” Troy argued.
“Well, it’s my answer, and that’s that.”
Jeff was disappointed in Annie’s copout. Until she looked up at him and said, “Jeff. Truth or Dare.”
His heart started beating faster. He has one of those weird moments of clarity where he knew exactly what was going to happen next. His eyes locked with Annie’s, and he could literally see the question forming in her eyes. His brain begged him to pick Dare. Too bad he didn’t listen to his brain more often.
“Truth.”
“You’ve kissed a lot of women,” Annie said, and Jeff resisted the urge to make a lascivious comment along the lines of “more than kissed.” He just nodded instead.
“How do I compare?”
If he hadn’t been expecting it, he probably would have choked. Which is basically what everyone else did, in their own little way. Troy’s eyebrows shot to the top of his forehead as he set up stick-straight. Abed’s eyebrow raise just a smidge as he considered the scene in front of him. Pierce… well, Pierce wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, because not only did he not grasp the tension between Jeff and Annie, but he was also busy trying to buy an app for his phone and missed most of the exchange. Shirley leaned in, no doubt trying to get some good new gossip. And Britta merely froze, waiting for the explosion, whatever it was.
Jeff tried to remain calm and analytical. “Well, it was… passionate. I mean, because you really wanted to win the debate. And I guess it’s always kind of nice to be taken off guard.”
“So it was… nice?” Annie said, in a not particularly happy tone.
Jeff wasn’t sure where he’d gone wrong. “Yeah. Nice. Nice is good.”
“Nice like a grandmother or a really good cookie.”
“Yeah, sure, if those are good things.”
Annie shook her head angrily, gathered the things, and left the room, leaving the entire group look after her. Except for Pierce, who had taken a picture of the dramatic exit and was now trying to figure out how to save it. “Save.” Beep beep. “Save.” Beep beep. “Save.”
“What’s her problem?” Jeff wondered out loud.
“It’s probably her time of the month, you know what I’m saying,” Troy tried to ecplain.
“Yeah, I’d have to be an idiot not to,” Jeff said, dragging his hand down his face.
“Girls always get crazy at that time. You know, boiling bunnies alive and busting out car windows. That kind of stuff.”
Jeff stands and gathers his things. “What are you doing?” Britta asks.
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m going after her.”
“Classic romantic comedy hero,” Abed noted.
With that, Jeff left the room to chase after Annie.
It wasn’t long before he caught up with her, leaning against the other side of the building, taking in deep breaths.
When she saw him she said, “It’s a stupid game and I didn’t even want to play it.”
“It is a stupid game,” Jeff agreed.
“And your answer was stupid, too.”
“Come on, Annie. Nice is good. I could have said that your breath was bad or that your lips were chapped.”
She looks up at him sharply. “Were they?” He voice is quivery.
“No, they weren’t. I didn’t say those things because they weren’t true. I just said what was true.”
“So it was just ‘nice’. Not awesome. Not sexy.”
“Annie…”
“No, you not what? Don’t worry about it. Just… don’t… it never mattered anyway, okay?”
“Of course it mattered!” Jeff is shouting now. “It won us the debate!”
“Right. I forgot. It was joyless and strategic.”
“Annie, why are you being like this?”
She pushes away from the wall. “I’m not being anything. This class period is over. I have to go or I’ll be late for American History.”
Jeff watched her walk away, wishing he could have somehow said the right thing.
The rest of the group poured out the door soon after. “Smooth,” Britta said as she passed.
Abed stopped next to him. “The dynamic of the group has definitely shifted,” he said matter-of-factly. “The balance is different. It’s no longer an antagonistic will they or won’t they between you and Britta. Your gaze has slipped elsewhere.”
Jeff sighed. “Not now, Abed.”
“I’m just saying,” Abed defended himself. “In season one of The West Wing, Mandy was supposed to be Josh’s romantic foil slash love interest. But before the season was halfway through it was clear that Josh had more chemistry with Donna than he ever could with Mandy. And they became the show’s primary couple.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jeff said, trying to dismiss Abed.
“Yes you do. That’s why you’re so mad.”
Jeff just looked over at Abed, hoping that his glance would emphatically express that the younger man was wrong. Instead he just looked confused.
“Poor Jeff,” Abed said before walking away.
Jeff stood on the steps, not sure what to do.
THE END.
Author: greta_garbo
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2211
Disclaimers: Yeah, right.
Note: So I turned on my bootleg Threepenny Opera soundtrack while I was writing this. For some reason, things always get weird when I list to Threepenny Opera. i don't know why. Both to my computer and to my muse. While I was typing this, the text magically changed to symbols. Twitter kept telling me there was a new tweet, but when I clicked it there was nothing. Facebook told me I had 2 notifications, and when I looked, there were none. Craig Ferguson's voice got really low and Satan-sounding. And I wrote some frakking bizarre stuff. Too bizarre. So I took a shower, turned off Threepenny Opera (but not before singing Pirate Jenny at the top of my lungs), and looked at the story again and fixed it. Maybe one day you'll see the first draft. Maybe.
The group watched the clock as the minutes ticked away.
“Annie, really, I’m pretty sure it’s a rule or something,” Jeff said. “If the teacher is 20 minutes late, we get to leave.”
Everyone else had already left ten minutes ago. But Annie had looked at her friends with those big shiny guilt eyes and they were all glued to their suits. And she called Shirley a guilt machine.
“There are still twenty-five minutes of class left. He might show up,” Annie said. “Besides, do you really want to incur Chang’s wrath if he shows up and nobody’s here?”
The group exchanged glances. She had a point.
So they stayed. Partly out of Annie-induced guilt, and partly out of blinding fear.
Two more minutes ticked away while they watched Pierce try to work out his cell phone. He was finally using the buttons. Unfortunately, this didn’t make things better, since he felt the need to say every button he pressed out loud. He also thought that combining the buttons and the voice command would somehow work.
“6-9-4-6. Access email.” Beep beep. “Access email.” Beep beep. “6-9-4-6. Access email.” Beep beep.
“This is so BORING!” Troy finally burst out.
“I agree,” Abed said. “This isn’t really serving to help us grow as an unconventional family.”
“There are still twenty minutes of class left,” Annie said primly.
“Well, can’t we at least do something?” Britta said. “I’m seriously going to die of boredom sitting here watching the clock.”
“We can play some internet poker on my podphone,” Pierce said. “Accessing-”
“No!” Britta stopped him. “Please, just… no more phone.”
Pierce gave her an offended look. “Fine, live in the 20th century. See if I care.”
“My friend Gary told me a joke the other day,” Shirley started.
“NO!” Britta practically shouted. “Gary tells the worst jokes. Nobody ever gets them. They’re always about reindeer and wife carrying.”
“It’s Finnish humor!” Shirley defended.
“We have to do something to kill time. I feel like I’ve been here for an hour,” Troy said.
“I could recite a few monologues from MASH,” Abed suggested.
“Or, we could just kill time arguing,” Jeff countered.
Annie looked decidedly unhappy. Her arms were crossed over her chest, she was slumped down in her seat, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her mouth had formed into a distinct pout.
“Come on,” Jeff nudged her foot under her desk from across the aisle. “Cheer up. We’ll play a game or something while we wait.”
Her frown lessened just a bit. “Okay…”
“Oh, we should play Truth or Dare!” Troy suggested.
Annie stiffened.
“Of course you would suggest that,” Jeff said under his breath.
“I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” Annie said in a high, tight voice.
“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun,” Troy persisted. “Remember when we played it at Tammi Conroy’s party?”
“I do. Distinctly. Which is why I don’t want to play it now.”
Troy was laughing now. “Remember how that one girl got dared to streak the neighborhood? And then we locked her out of the house, and she had to sit on the front porch naked until Tammi’s parents got home? Oh man, that was hilarious!”
“Yes, I remember. Of course I remember! That was me, Troy!” Annie’s pout was now even more pronounced than it had been before.
“Oh, man, it was!” Troy kept on laughing. “And you were banging at the door screaming, ‘Let me in!’ so loud that the neighbors were starting to wake up.” His laughter subsided a bit. “Man, you were funny.”
“I’m glad I could amuse you,” Annie said bitterly.
Britta stepped in to try to relieve the one-sided tension. “Okay, why don’t we do it this way… we play Truth or Dare, but we keep the dares relatively tame? Everyone keeps their clothes on and nobody leaves the room.”
“Sounds boring,” Troy said.
“Truth or Dare is always an interesting game. Dramatic revelations, romantically-tinged dares. I’m in,” Abed said.
“Me, too!” Pierce said, excited to participate in anything that could vaguely be considered “young”.
“I haven’t played Truth or Dare since high school!” Shirley was very excited.
Jeff was looking at Annie, at the huge weight that was settling on her shoulders at the memories of high school torture. He wanted to stand up for her. He wanted to tell everyone to shove it and that if Annie didn’t want to play, they wouldn’t play.
Instead, when Britta said, “Jeff?” he just said, “Whatever.”
Everyone looked at each other, thinking someone else would start. Finally, Jeff decided he’d just take the reigns. He’d at least try to set the tone for the game, if nothing else. “Okay, then… Britta. Truth or Dare?”
Britta looked at him suspiciously. “Truth,” she eventually answered.
“First concert.”
She scoffed, putting on an indignant face. “Radiohead, of course.”
“Tell the truth.”
She deflated. “Billy Ray Cyrus.”
Shirley turned to Britta in surprise. “The Achey Breaky Heart guy?”
“Yes, the Achey Breaky Heart guy.”
Shirley suppressed a giggle.
Jeff, on the other hand, suppressed nothing.
“My mom was a big fan, okay? She didn’t want to go to the concert alone, so she took me.”
“Of course she did,” Jeff said.
“It’s the truth!”
“Fine, we all believe you,” Jeff said in a voice that indicated that, no, they did not all believe her.
“Okay, my turn,” Britta said, trying to cut off the laughter at her expense. “Shirley, Truth or Dare?”
Shirley perked up. “I want to say Truth to play it safe, but this game should be college-y. So, Dare.”
Britta pursed her lips as she looked around the room, trying to think of something. “Okay, I dare you to write ‘Senor Chang is an unstable lunatic’ on the blackboard.”
Shirley had the good sense to look terrified. “Oh, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
“Hey, you picked dare.”
“Yeah, but-”
“How would he even know that you wrote it?”
“He does that CSI handwriting comparison thing!”
“You shouldn’t have take Dare if you were going to be a scaredy-cat,” Britta countered.
Shirley took a moment to brace herself, and then walked up to the board and wrote, in huge letters, “SENOR CHANG IS AN UNSTABLE LUNATIC.”
The rest of the group admired her work. “It’s a little redundant,” Jeff observed. “I mean, if he’s a lunatic, he’s obviously unstable. Pointing it out twice just seems tacky.”
After a two and half minute long discussion, the group decided that, yes, it did seem tacky, so Shirley erased the “UNSTABLE” from the board.
Shirley started walking back to her seat. “This is so exciting. Who should I choose? I better make it good.” She sat down and looked at all of her friends seriously, trying to decide who would have the juiciest piece of something she’d want the truth about.
Finally, “Annie. Truth or Dare.”
Annie’s face reddened as she tried to avoid the emotional pain that came with the memory of Dare, and steel herself for whatever embarrassing question would come along with Truth.
Eventually she just burst out, “This is stupid! I didn’t even agree to play!”
Britta leaned over and put her hand on Annie’s shoulder. “Annie, come on. This is supposed to be fun. We’re all friends. Shirley wouldn’t ask something that would seriously embarrass you.”
Annie looked back at Shirley for confirmation. Shirley nodded, her eyes warm and sympathetic.
“Fine,” Annie acquiesced, sighing. “Truth.”
Shirley didn’t even have to think. “So you kissed Jeff.”
The attractive blush covering Annie’s face spread to her ears as she glanced quickly up at Jeff, and then quickly away again.
“How was that?” Shirley finished her question.
Everything went quite. Pierce stopped punching at the keys of his phone. Britta stopped tapping her pencil on her desk. And Jeff…
Jeff watched Annie very carefully. He wanted to know the answer to this. And damn it, if she was lying, he would know it.
Annie was silent so long, everyone was starting to wonder if she was just going to set in silent protest until class time was over. But finally she said, “I’ve only kissed one other guy in my life, and he was gay, so I’m not really the best judge.”
“Come on, that’s not an answer,” Troy argued.
“Well, it’s my answer, and that’s that.”
Jeff was disappointed in Annie’s copout. Until she looked up at him and said, “Jeff. Truth or Dare.”
His heart started beating faster. He has one of those weird moments of clarity where he knew exactly what was going to happen next. His eyes locked with Annie’s, and he could literally see the question forming in her eyes. His brain begged him to pick Dare. Too bad he didn’t listen to his brain more often.
“Truth.”
“You’ve kissed a lot of women,” Annie said, and Jeff resisted the urge to make a lascivious comment along the lines of “more than kissed.” He just nodded instead.
“How do I compare?”
If he hadn’t been expecting it, he probably would have choked. Which is basically what everyone else did, in their own little way. Troy’s eyebrows shot to the top of his forehead as he set up stick-straight. Abed’s eyebrow raise just a smidge as he considered the scene in front of him. Pierce… well, Pierce wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, because not only did he not grasp the tension between Jeff and Annie, but he was also busy trying to buy an app for his phone and missed most of the exchange. Shirley leaned in, no doubt trying to get some good new gossip. And Britta merely froze, waiting for the explosion, whatever it was.
Jeff tried to remain calm and analytical. “Well, it was… passionate. I mean, because you really wanted to win the debate. And I guess it’s always kind of nice to be taken off guard.”
“So it was… nice?” Annie said, in a not particularly happy tone.
Jeff wasn’t sure where he’d gone wrong. “Yeah. Nice. Nice is good.”
“Nice like a grandmother or a really good cookie.”
“Yeah, sure, if those are good things.”
Annie shook her head angrily, gathered the things, and left the room, leaving the entire group look after her. Except for Pierce, who had taken a picture of the dramatic exit and was now trying to figure out how to save it. “Save.” Beep beep. “Save.” Beep beep. “Save.”
“What’s her problem?” Jeff wondered out loud.
“It’s probably her time of the month, you know what I’m saying,” Troy tried to ecplain.
“Yeah, I’d have to be an idiot not to,” Jeff said, dragging his hand down his face.
“Girls always get crazy at that time. You know, boiling bunnies alive and busting out car windows. That kind of stuff.”
Jeff stands and gathers his things. “What are you doing?” Britta asks.
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m going after her.”
“Classic romantic comedy hero,” Abed noted.
With that, Jeff left the room to chase after Annie.
It wasn’t long before he caught up with her, leaning against the other side of the building, taking in deep breaths.
When she saw him she said, “It’s a stupid game and I didn’t even want to play it.”
“It is a stupid game,” Jeff agreed.
“And your answer was stupid, too.”
“Come on, Annie. Nice is good. I could have said that your breath was bad or that your lips were chapped.”
She looks up at him sharply. “Were they?” He voice is quivery.
“No, they weren’t. I didn’t say those things because they weren’t true. I just said what was true.”
“So it was just ‘nice’. Not awesome. Not sexy.”
“Annie…”
“No, you not what? Don’t worry about it. Just… don’t… it never mattered anyway, okay?”
“Of course it mattered!” Jeff is shouting now. “It won us the debate!”
“Right. I forgot. It was joyless and strategic.”
“Annie, why are you being like this?”
She pushes away from the wall. “I’m not being anything. This class period is over. I have to go or I’ll be late for American History.”
Jeff watched her walk away, wishing he could have somehow said the right thing.
The rest of the group poured out the door soon after. “Smooth,” Britta said as she passed.
Abed stopped next to him. “The dynamic of the group has definitely shifted,” he said matter-of-factly. “The balance is different. It’s no longer an antagonistic will they or won’t they between you and Britta. Your gaze has slipped elsewhere.”
Jeff sighed. “Not now, Abed.”
“I’m just saying,” Abed defended himself. “In season one of The West Wing, Mandy was supposed to be Josh’s romantic foil slash love interest. But before the season was halfway through it was clear that Josh had more chemistry with Donna than he ever could with Mandy. And they became the show’s primary couple.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jeff said, trying to dismiss Abed.
“Yes you do. That’s why you’re so mad.”
Jeff just looked over at Abed, hoping that his glance would emphatically express that the younger man was wrong. Instead he just looked confused.
“Poor Jeff,” Abed said before walking away.
Jeff stood on the steps, not sure what to do.
THE END.