Tag: Cayla

The Screen Door Slams. Again.

To paraphrase our young friend Owen, I think I see where TB is going with this. By staging The Kiss on the porch of the suddenly bustling Moore Manor, our lovebirds will be repeatedly thwarted by that swingin’ screen door. Oh, you madcap kids.

Unlike Jessica, I wasn’t in the AV club in high school, but I’m pretty sure that a legit Documentary Filmmaker would carry her camera in a bag, instead of charging about with the damn thing tucked under her arm. “Look at me! I’m a Doucmentary Filmmaker!”

XOX LOL

Wait, what???
When we last saw Cayla, she was feeling sorry for herself over being supplanted at Moore Manor by Darin and Jess. After which we had the “Darin’s-developer-skills-save-Montoni’s-Pizza” story arc. Then yesterday’s Sunday toss-off. And today, out of the blue, she and Les are mugging it up on the porch! Well…they were about to. The big moment is interrupted by Les’ wacky “stepson”, on his way “over to Montoni’s for a bit” (because “I’m going to work” sounds too much like…work).

Seriously, though, TB spends two weeks re-injecting Darin and Jessica into the story…but when it comes to the first on-screen kiss in this long-simmering, star-crossed (interracial!) romance? Cuts right to the friggin’ chase.

Movin' On Up

There’ll be no confusing Summer with mopey Pete today, since they’re both in the same “shot”. Darin wastes no time moving his worldly goods into Moore Manor. Les shares the “cool” news with Cayla, who apparently is still laboring under the assumption that Les is telepathic. Listen, girl: as long as you continue to keep your thoughts to yourself instead of telling Les what time it is, you totally deserve every thoughtless, demeaning insult he bestows on you…

Line 'n' Dine

Makes. No. Sense. The food in the Westview cafeteria is so bad (How bad is it?) that the students are in no hurry to load their trays and eat. In fact, Nerdlinger there in the varsity jacket (didn’t know the Debating Team got varsity jackets) is already retching in disgust. The teachers, though, smile, grab their trays, and muscle the students out of the way in their haste to get to that Meatloaf Surprise.