Author Note: So, six. 1,302 words. Neat, huh? Sorry I haven't updated, and I gave you guys a cliffhanger. My mom's going into nazimode computer-wise, because AP exams are way soon. So updates will depend on her. I'm attempting to finish another chapter of TTHTRTW tonight. I'll probably be up late doing so. haha. Um, anyway. Here's the chapter you guys have been wanting, the explanation chapter. the REAL explanation chapter. Oh, I saw Harold and Kumar last night, which was eh, and kind of crude, but funny. And would get randomly sappy, which I absolutley loathe in movies. Has anyone seen Prom night, by any chance?

regardless, feedback is awesome. and btw, tell me if you want playlists for this story. Someone asked for them for TTHTRFW, but I'm considering just compiling a list and posting it as an epilogue. And seeing there's a whole Edward vs. Andrew struggle between all of you, so how would you feel about an ending, and an alternate ending? (One for Andrew, one for Edward.)

She groaned as Dr. John 'JD' Dorian popped up on the TV screen again. And again. And again. The boys couldn't get enough of it.

The voiceover that was supposedly Zach Braff's character mused: 'Throw her on to the gurney and mount her like a lion.'

She rolled her eyes. The rest of them started laughing hysterically. Boys. She sighed again, and took a drink of her soda. They were currently seated in the middle of Wes's living room couch, drinking sodas and watching Scrubs. For three hours straight. It had originally been planned to be a 'MANDATORY BAND PRACTICE AT LELAND'S HOUSE SATURDAY,' but after two hours of playing, they had given up temporarily to scrounge for food – ending up on the couch with miscellaneous sodas and a bag of chips, watching Scrubs.

She was squished between Riley and Evan on the couch, leaning on Riley's shoulder as she yawned. "I thought this was mandatory band practice Saturday."

"Well," Keegan said with a smile, "It was."

She just raised an eyebrow. Evan turned and put a friendly arm around her, "Bella, Bella, Bella… don't you see what's on TV?" he asked, gesturing to where Dr. John 'JD' Dorian was hopping into a car with Gift Shop Girl.

"Scrubs." she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Exactly," Leland said, taking a drink of his Soda, "And do you know what Scrubs means to us?"

She frowned and cocked an eyebrow, "About as much as The Office means to me?"

He nodded solemnly. Scrubs was serious business to these boys. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest, and then turned her attention to the TV, where JD and Eliot were having a heart-to-heart.

"Since when does this show get randomly sentimental?" she grumbled, sinking lower into the couch.

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An hour later, all but Wes, Leland and Bella were sitting on the couch, TV in the background displaying a commercial for appliances. Riley, Keegan and Evan were ordered home in order to take care of some things that needed to be done. Wes and Bella were playing with the tip of a soda can, seeing who could flick it off first.

"Ow, hell," Bella grumbled, sucking on her middle finger, "That hurt."

"Wimp." Wes said with a smirk as he flicked the top of the soda, which went flying across the room. He grinned cheekily and got up to pick it up. Bella rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Well, at least I'm prettier than you." she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest in a pout.

As he set the tab to the soda down, he ruffled her hair affectionately. "Doesn't matter. I still get more ladies than you do."

Leland rolled his eyes and focused on his bass. He was figuring out the line for a new song. Bella and Wes continued with their game, figuring they should make good use of the unemptied soda cans somehow.

After taking turns flicking the tab a few times, Wes looked contemplative.

"You're thinking." Leland said, looking up from his bass.

"Well, that's never a good sign." Bella replied, taking a sip of the soda in front of her. Wes just stuck his tongue out at her.

"Well," he said with a lop-sided, goofy grin, "You never finished telling us why you hated Edward Masen."

She sighed and rolled her shoulders, "I guess I didn't. I take it that you're still interested."

Wes bobbed his head up and down, and Leland set his bass down, obviously interested in the topic of conversation.

"God, you guys are worse than girls." she grumbled, taking another sip of her soda and leaned back, closing her eyes.

Wes shrugged, "Less heartless."

She nodded again, "Well, at least that is true. Aaanyway."

Wes and Leland moved closer, so they could hear better. This was bound to be a good story.

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"So, you've heard the song Lyin' Ass Bitchby Fishbone, correct?"

They both rolled their eyes in a 'duh' sort of way, causing her to sigh and shake her head. "Same concept. Sort of."

They both nodded for her to continue. She just rolled her eyes and continued to do so.

"So, here's the story—basically, Edward and I had been best friends, spending every possibly waking moment with eachother, the whole nine yards, since I moved here at the beginning of my junior year. He was one of my dad's close friends' sons, and he lived fairly close, and we had hung out every time I was up here from Phoenix. So, we just kinda fell into that natural thing. Regardless, the best friend thing went on, calls from eleven at night to four in the morning, movie marathons, texting eachother during the Office. You know. You saw how we were. Until Tanya."

Wes was feigning captivation by the story, as most girls would. Leland rolled his eyes and shoved him in annoyance.

"You need more chick friends." Leland noted, "They care more about this stuff. Well, besides Wes. Personally, I think he's a girl at heart. I mean, really, look at the hair."

Bella rolled her eyes, and Wes gestured for her to continue, "Anyway. Tanya. See, I was totally cool with Tanya when they started hanging out. It really didn't bother me all that much. I'm busy. I'm taking all Honors classes this year. End of story. I was kind of glad he found somebody, and I was happy for him. That is, until the art field trip, which I think Leland was on… Anyway. Awkward sexual tension everywhere. Seriously. Not even funny. And by then, we're still cool for about a month, until the end of November. Then Charlie kinda grounded me because I was out late the previous weekend, which was when I hung out with you," she gestured to Wes, "And got home around one because we lost track of time. That sort of thing. Anyway, I was grounded that weekend, and Edward went to go see Tanya's pop punk band play, or whatever, and apparently she made it quite noticeable that she liked him, and things kinda escalated from there. I texted him the next day to see if he had fun, how it went, the whole nine yards, and apparently he asked her out the night before, regardless, he didn't say a word about it when I texted him. I had to find out from Rosalie, Jasper's sister. So, anyway, that next week I just ignored him. Every time he'd try and talk to me, or absolutely anything, I'd ignore him. The reason why he's an egotistical asshole, though, is because he never bothered to even fix things after that week. Which really frustrated me to no end. So, there's your story."

Wes frowned, "No jealousy for Tanya?"

She shook her head, "None whatsoever. She's… Tanya. Who cares? I kinda feel bad for her though, because she's the catalyst. She did nothing wrong."

"Yet." Leland added, wrapping his arm around his friend. "Edward Masen is a douche anyway. All sensitive and whiny indie-esque. Who cares about him?"

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Wes's car was at Bella's, prompting her to give him a ride to her house, so he could pick up his car in order to go home.

No matter how fun the car ride was – watching Wes sing along to George Michael songs amused Bella to no end, nothing could dampen the mood like seeing a silver Volvo in her driveway.

As soon as the little civic pulled in, she and Wes exchanged looks.

"Ew. How lovely." was all she could muster.