“Hey, Ophelia!” AJ called out, approaching Ophelia. Ophelia turned around, startled, looking to see who had addressed her.

It vaguely occurred to AJ that they were in the “popular people” area, but it wouldn’t deter him from his mission. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?

Ophelia waited to hear what he had to say.


“So listen, you ever wondered what it'd be like to be the one of the most popular girls in school?” AJ asked.

Ophelia stared at him as if he’d grown another head and said bitterly, “You mean anorexic, superficial, a b****, a w**** who lacks any real long-term goals?”

AJ looked startled by her words. “Uh, not quite what I was going for, but yes. So, Ophelia, I was wondering if--”


Ophelia turned and walked away from him leaving him alone. Several people nearby snickered at him.

“--If you wanted to embarrass me in front of all these people,” AJ muttered, looking around and hurrying away.



“Hey, Em?” AJ said, peeking into the bedroom.

Emily looked up. “What’s up?” she asked, putting her book away.

“Emily, you’re a girl, right?”

“Last time I checked,” Emily said dryly.

“Real funny. All that time around Ophelia has been rubbing off on you,” AJ replied. “Anyways, I wanted to know how to impress a woman.”


“Well,” Emily sighed. “It really varies from woman to woman. But why do you want to impress a woman when you have a girlfriend? Are things really going that bad for you and Tiffani?”

“Miserable,” AJ responded.

“And who’s the lucky lady on the side?” Emily dryly quipped.

“I’m not going to tell you that,” AJ said. He didn’t want Emily to know that he was interested in one of her friends.

“Have you at least tried to tell her how you feel?”

“Yes.”

“What happened?” Emily asked.

AJ blushed, embarrassed. “She kind of blew me off.”


Emily grinned and said, “I like her already. You know, AJ, if you tell me who she is, I might be able to give you details on how to really impress her.”

AJ decided it was worth the risk. “It’s Ophelia.”

Emily laughed hysterically. “Oh my God, have you been watching too many John Hughes movies?” she gasped out. “How very Breakfast Club!”

“Thanks for your support, Emily,” AJ groaned. He turned to leave.


“Wait,” Emily said, still giggling. “Do you want my help or not?”

“Sure, I guess,” AJ responded.

“Okay… first problem,” Emily said, looking her brother over. “Ophelia likes… pretty guys.”

AJ was silent for a few seconds. “Are you telling me I’m not a pretty guy?”

Emily stammered, “You’re very pretty. A gorgeous guy. I just wasn’t sure. I didn’t know. Here’s how you impress Ophelia. Or tick her off. I wasn’t really paying much attention…”



End of part three, but I wanted to share an outtake shot that I thought was really funny: