Once again, the group was hanging out in the study room. I was teaching Troy and Abed how to make origami hearts, while Annie studied. Pierce was trying to use his phone.
"Voice command. Voice command. Voice command. Voice command -"
I slammed my head down on the table with a groan, interrupting Pierce.
"Would you please use the buttons?" Britta asked, making Pierce scoff.
"Okay, grandpa."
I'm going to kill him.
Troy let out a sneeze, sounding very similar to a cat. Everyone started snickering.
"Oh! God bless you...dear." Shirley said with a giggle. Troy look both confused and annoyed.
"What's so funny?"
Jeff blew through the door, drawing the attention away from Troy.
"You guys, I found it. The ultimate blow-off class." He said, sitting down. "Professor Whitman, he thinks he's in Dead Poets Society. There's no tests, there's no work, it's just day seizing. The deadline to enroll is tomorrow. I suggest you all do it."
"Oh, I love dead poets society!" I said, excitedly. Britta scoffed.
"Well, some of us are here to actually learn things."
"I'm in!" Troy exclaimed.
"Me too." Annie said. "Sounds educational."
Shirley gave the rest of us her typical sweet smile. "I'll do it. I love Robin Williams." I reached across the table for a high five. Shirley gave it a gentle slap.
"Abed?" Jeff asked. Surprisingly, Abed shook his head.
"Not a fan. In every movie, there's an authority figure that gets mad at him for making people laugh."
"Abed, I love you, but that is fighting words." He just looked at me with wide eyes, kinda like a deer.
Dammit, he's too cute.
Jeff interrupted my thoughts. "No, are you going to take the class?"
"Oh, I can't. My dad will only pay for classes that will help me run the family restaurant. It's been struggling since 2001, 9/11 was pretty much the 9/11 of the falafel business."
I wanted to laugh, but that felt wrong.
Britta looked outraged. "So your dad has your whole life planned out for you? Are you even interested in falafel?"
"I'm interested in making movies but my Dad says all media's western propaganda that negatively stereotypes Arabs."
"Isn't that more reason for you to make films? You could correct the stereotypes." I commented, flicking an origami heart at Annie. She made a face.
"You should see Aladdin, Jafar was a badass." Troy said. Shirley and Abed muttered in agreement.
"Abed, how much does a film class cost?" Britta asked, fishing through her bag.
"Seventy dollars."
Britta finds her checkbook, and begins writing a check. Jeff sighs.
"Britta?"
"Jeff?" She responded mockingly.
"Britta." Britta ignored him
"Isn't Abed's dad a hardcore Muslim?" Shirley asked. "They're not as understanding as Christians. You could get your head cut off with a salami sword."
The hell is a salami sword?
Annie looked over at her, horrified. "Shirley! That's the most racist thing I've ever heard."
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My Pretty Boy
FanfictionUnable to afford anything else, Y/n enrolls in Greendale community college, where she meets Abed. Bonding over their shared love of movies, the two grow close. But will they stay just friends?
