Stage Night: A Home Movies Fan Episode

Chapter 7: Let's Call It A Truce...For Now...

Back at the Monet residence...Or rather Clarice's house. Jimmy was lying in bed, as sick as a dog. Duane entered with a bucket....Just in case. "Dude? You ok?" Duane asked only to get the response of a light moan. "C-Could you turn off the lights?" Jimmy asked covering his eyes. Duane stood still for a second. "Bro. I'm literally bedbound, you really think I'm able to seduce you? Plus we're literally 2 years apart." Jimmy retorted. Duane then flipped the light switch and shut the curtains. "So.... You ok?" Duane asked pulling up a chair. Jimmy then went on to vent about how he had always wanted to prove himself to be better than Duane, and that night was proven to make himself look like a complete moron. 

Clarice overheard the conversation and walked in on the two. "You're not a moron, Jimmy. It was just one mishap." She reassured sitting at the end of the bed. Jimmy was about to tell his friend that she didn't understand, but he ultimately gave in and broke down. Duane, being easily squeamish, said he would be ordering takeout and will return in a few minutes. "Jimmy?" Clarice asked sitting in Duane's chair. "Its not fair, Clarice..." Jimmy cried out, tears streaming down his face. "Yeah, I wanted to stay behind....But I'm pretty famous in these clubs, and after tonight....I don't think I'll be able to perform again..." the two then stayed silent for a few moments, both of them knew it was gonna be a long night.... "I mean...At least Duane is ordering takeout!" Clarice said trying to lighten the mood, as always. 

Back at the comedy club, audience members were waiting on Shannon hand and foot. Giving him gifts, ordering free food, etc. "Hey...How come I don't get any free food..." MCGuirk whined. "Because you're a failure, Mr. MCGuirk." Shannon retorted. "But...I am willing to show mercy, so you can order what you want and I'll send one of my newfound fans to buy it for you." The two then spent the next few hours sharing the attention, while Jimmy didn't exactly make the cut this evening... At least someone did.

Going back to our trio, Duane had brought home some pizza from the local parlor a few blocks down. Just before he could enter Jimmy's room, Clarice stopped him for a brief second. "He's kind of having a rough night...Just be careful with what you say, alright?" She whispered, taking the pizza boxes off of Duane's hands. He then entered Jimmy's room, noticing that the sheets had been stained with wet eyeliner. "Hey..." Duane greeted, still uncomfortable with what was going on in front of him. "Duane? I thought you had left us..." Jimmy sniffled. "What? No. I was just getting pizza for the three of us!" Duane reassured as his "friend" sat up. The two then shared a moment of silence before Duane proposed a deal. "Look...I know you hate me right now....And you probably think its my fault for that mishap back there, but I really do feel bad for you. I never intended for you to get sick, you probably just got it from....Whoever or wherever, but until you get better. Let's just call it a truce and then you can get back to hating me." Duane proposed. Jimmy thought for a minute but agreed anyway. "You know, for a dork like yourself, you sure do have a heart of gold, Duane." Jimmy said. The two continued chatting over pizza and small talk, concluding the eventful evening... 

A few days later, Jimmy was doing better and getting back into performing again. But....He would go on to face one problem.... "Lil Mama! Guess what!" he called, but with no response. He then checked Clarice's bedroom, only to be greeted with a humidifier fogging up the room and the lights being pitch black. "Lil Mama? Clarice?" He whispered only to hear coughing from the bed. "Don't tell me...."

The End.