Teddi Beres
Secret Lives: Episode 83:Wednesday 5/16/2018
The Replacements on the Oldies station: I Will Dare
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJcCzWcgPsY
How young are you - How old am I
Stacy: (at the Samuels house, asleep in her bed, her favorite doll lying close to her, its porcelain lips near her left ear, she squirms a little and finally blinks) What? (then whispers, as if chastened) Sorry, what did you say? (she presses her ear close to the doll's mouth) But it's really late, and it's a school night. (finally sighs) Okay, but if we get caught, YOU'RE taking the blame. (she scoots out of bed and carries the doll with her as she tiptoes across her room, and into the hallway)
The Replacements on the Oldies station: Don't count any - Of my advice
Helen: (asleep in her bed, wakes as Dan slides under the covers, beside her) You're late.
Dan: Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.
Helen: (smiles) It's okay. Did something happen at work?
Dan: No, pretty quiet actually. Just got busy with paperwork and didn't notice the time until Michael got there.
Stacy: (pauses outside her parents' room, hears them talking, makes a "shush" motion to the doll, and sneaks past their door, going into the kitchen)
The Replacements on the Oldies station: If you will dare, I might dare
Helen: (with a little smile) Did you ask him about his sister's video?
Dan: I might have suggested she was given a citation for indecent exposure.
Helen: Dan, that's terrible! (laughs and covers her mouth)
Dan: It's good to see you smiling. When I came in, you were asleep, and you seemed so sad.
Helen: Maybe I was having an odd dream, but I don't remember feeling sad.
The Replacements on the Oldies station: Ain't lost yet, so I gotta be the winner
Stacy: (in the kitchen, chooses a knife from the knife holder then carries it and the doll outside)
Dan: I'm probably reading too much into everything. I'm sorry.
Helen: I should be the one apologizing for all of the crazy things I've put you through.
Dan: I say we blame the baby for hormonally unbalancing you.
Helen: Deal. (they both laugh then look guilty and cover each others' mouths to stifle each other)
Stacy: (trotting across the yard to the garden shed) Okay, but we have to hurry. I need to sleep. (she enters the shed, re-emerging in a moment with an empty burlap bag that used to hold potting soil) Okay, which way? (and she jogs off in the direction of the woods)
The Replacements on the Oldies station: Now, I don't care, meet me tonight - If you will dare, I will dare
Michael: (making his usual evening rounds, stops off at Green Dive to make sure they're not having any trouble as closing hour approaches, and he frowns when he sees Stephen and Libby there, goes over to their booth) What are you doing here?
Stephen: (smiling) Hey, Mikey. 'Sup?
Michael: 'Sup? Seriously? I thought you'd be at the house tonight.
Stephen: I was, but then Libby came over to help me move some of my stuff, and I wasn't going to make her do that alone, and on the way back we figured we'd pop in for a couple glasses then walk back.
Libby: We gave my keys to Ethan, I swear. (crosses her heart) We're taking the path back to The Row.
Michael: But Chris is home, alone.
The Replacements on the Oldies station: How young are you? - How old am I?
Stephen/Libby: (look at each other in confusion, then both put their hands to their faces and parody the "Home Alone" expression before laughing)
Michael: Did you at least lock up before you left the house?
Stephen: Absolutely. And Chris was asleep before I left. Poor guy was burned out from Training Day.
Libby: Hey, I saw your sister's Training Day vid. (to Michael) Pretty freakin' cool.
Michael: (glares at Stephen) Did YOU see it, too?
Stephen: (grinning) Yeah, Libby showed it to me. (sees Michael's frown and sobers) And when I realized it was your sister I looked away.
Michael: Uh huh. Come on, both of you.
Libby: Are you arresting us?
Stephen: For looking at your sister's vid? I thought that was legal?
Libby: She was wearing spanks!
The Replacements on the Oldies station: How smart are you? - How dumb am I?
Michael: (sighs) Not that, you guys are too drunk to take the path home. I'm going to drive you over.
Stephen: I told you he was a good cop.
Libby: He's a great cop.
Michael: (shakes his head as he helps them out of their seats, walking them to the door and giving Ethan a goodnight wave)
Stacy: (jogging back from the woods, something clearly in the burlap bag now) Under the house? Are you sure? Okay. (and she carries the bag to the crawlspace beneath her house)
Marcus/Chris: (at The Row house, are engaging in some afterglow kissing)
Michael: (gets Stephen and Libby into the back seat of his police unit)
Libby: Ever necked in the back of a police car?
Stephen: No. (and they start making out)
Michael: (sighs, closes the door, and goes to the driver's side, getting in and starting the car, ignoring them as best he can)
Stacy: (emerges from under the house and quietly sneaks back inside, replaces the knife in the block, then creeps back to her room and crawls back into bed with the doll, whispers) If I fall asleep in class, I'm saying you kept me up all night. (smiles and closes her eyes) Goodnight, Ruthann.
The Replacements on the Oldies station: Meet me anyplace or anywhere or anytime
Michael: (parks at his house on The Row and helps Stephen and Libby inside, and to Stephen's room) Try to keep it down, you two.
Libby: (to Stephen) Don't listen to him. Try to keep it up. (they both laugh and wander off to his bed)
Michael: (shushes them again, closing Stephen's door, then he quietly makes his way upstairs to check on Chris)
Chris: (is sleeping soundly)
Michael: (watches his sleeping boyfriend for a moment, smiling, then leaves)
Marcus: (after Michael is gone, steps out of the bathroom, just finishing dressing, his eyes going to sleeping Chris, he smiles and leaves)
The Replacements on the Oldies station: Now, I don't care, meet me tonight - If you will dare, I will dare
(Thank you to Fate W for playing Stacy!)
Secret Lives: Episode 83:Wednesday 5/16/2018
The Replacements on the Oldies station: I Will Dare
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJcCzWcgPsY
How young are you - How old am I
Stacy: (at the Samuels house, asleep in her bed, her favorite doll lying close to her, its porcelain lips near her left ear, she squirms a little and finally blinks) What? (then whispers, as if chastened) Sorry, what did you say? (she presses her ear close to the doll's mouth) But it's really late, and it's a school night. (finally sighs) Okay, but if we get caught, YOU'RE taking the blame. (she scoots out of bed and carries the doll with her as she tiptoes across her room, and into the hallway)
The Replacements on the Oldies station: Don't count any - Of my advice
Helen: (asleep in her bed, wakes as Dan slides under the covers, beside her) You're late.
Dan: Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.
Helen: (smiles) It's okay. Did something happen at work?
Dan: No, pretty quiet actually. Just got busy with paperwork and didn't notice the time until Michael got there.
Stacy: (pauses outside her parents' room, hears them talking, makes a "shush" motion to the doll, and sneaks past their door, going into the kitchen)
The Replacements on the Oldies station: If you will dare, I might dare
Helen: (with a little smile) Did you ask him about his sister's video?
Dan: I might have suggested she was given a citation for indecent exposure.
Helen: Dan, that's terrible! (laughs and covers her mouth)
Dan: It's good to see you smiling. When I came in, you were asleep, and you seemed so sad.
Helen: Maybe I was having an odd dream, but I don't remember feeling sad.
The Replacements on the Oldies station: Ain't lost yet, so I gotta be the winner
Stacy: (in the kitchen, chooses a knife from the knife holder then carries it and the doll outside)
Dan: I'm probably reading too much into everything. I'm sorry.
Helen: I should be the one apologizing for all of the crazy things I've put you through.
Dan: I say we blame the baby for hormonally unbalancing you.
Helen: Deal. (they both laugh then look guilty and cover each others' mouths to stifle each other)
Stacy: (trotting across the yard to the garden shed) Okay, but we have to hurry. I need to sleep. (she enters the shed, re-emerging in a moment with an empty burlap bag that used to hold potting soil) Okay, which way? (and she jogs off in the direction of the woods)
The Replacements on the Oldies station: Now, I don't care, meet me tonight - If you will dare, I will dare
Michael: (making his usual evening rounds, stops off at Green Dive to make sure they're not having any trouble as closing hour approaches, and he frowns when he sees Stephen and Libby there, goes over to their booth) What are you doing here?
Stephen: (smiling) Hey, Mikey. 'Sup?
Michael: 'Sup? Seriously? I thought you'd be at the house tonight.
Stephen: I was, but then Libby came over to help me move some of my stuff, and I wasn't going to make her do that alone, and on the way back we figured we'd pop in for a couple glasses then walk back.
Libby: We gave my keys to Ethan, I swear. (crosses her heart) We're taking the path back to The Row.
Michael: But Chris is home, alone.
The Replacements on the Oldies station: How young are you? - How old am I?
Stephen/Libby: (look at each other in confusion, then both put their hands to their faces and parody the "Home Alone" expression before laughing)
Michael: Did you at least lock up before you left the house?
Stephen: Absolutely. And Chris was asleep before I left. Poor guy was burned out from Training Day.
Libby: Hey, I saw your sister's Training Day vid. (to Michael) Pretty freakin' cool.
Michael: (glares at Stephen) Did YOU see it, too?
Stephen: (grinning) Yeah, Libby showed it to me. (sees Michael's frown and sobers) And when I realized it was your sister I looked away.
Michael: Uh huh. Come on, both of you.
Libby: Are you arresting us?
Stephen: For looking at your sister's vid? I thought that was legal?
Libby: She was wearing spanks!
The Replacements on the Oldies station: How smart are you? - How dumb am I?
Michael: (sighs) Not that, you guys are too drunk to take the path home. I'm going to drive you over.
Stephen: I told you he was a good cop.
Libby: He's a great cop.
Michael: (shakes his head as he helps them out of their seats, walking them to the door and giving Ethan a goodnight wave)
Stacy: (jogging back from the woods, something clearly in the burlap bag now) Under the house? Are you sure? Okay. (and she carries the bag to the crawlspace beneath her house)
Marcus/Chris: (at The Row house, are engaging in some afterglow kissing)
Michael: (gets Stephen and Libby into the back seat of his police unit)
Libby: Ever necked in the back of a police car?
Stephen: No. (and they start making out)
Michael: (sighs, closes the door, and goes to the driver's side, getting in and starting the car, ignoring them as best he can)
Stacy: (emerges from under the house and quietly sneaks back inside, replaces the knife in the block, then creeps back to her room and crawls back into bed with the doll, whispers) If I fall asleep in class, I'm saying you kept me up all night. (smiles and closes her eyes) Goodnight, Ruthann.
The Replacements on the Oldies station: Meet me anyplace or anywhere or anytime
Michael: (parks at his house on The Row and helps Stephen and Libby inside, and to Stephen's room) Try to keep it down, you two.
Libby: (to Stephen) Don't listen to him. Try to keep it up. (they both laugh and wander off to his bed)
Michael: (shushes them again, closing Stephen's door, then he quietly makes his way upstairs to check on Chris)
Chris: (is sleeping soundly)
Michael: (watches his sleeping boyfriend for a moment, smiling, then leaves)
Marcus: (after Michael is gone, steps out of the bathroom, just finishing dressing, his eyes going to sleeping Chris, he smiles and leaves)
The Replacements on the Oldies station: Now, I don't care, meet me tonight - If you will dare, I will dare
(Thank you to Fate W for playing Stacy!)