It was the half day before Thanksgiving break. Everyone at Parkway was throwing their little own Friendsgiving, which was David's idea. Jeff shook his head in amazement, "Wow, David. How did you think of something like this?" David blushed, "Oh, I just got inspired by my favorite show ever, Friends. It's so funny." Ricky Martin groaned, "Are we actually gonna do something? Or just sit all day? Ugh, I should have skipped today." Versace said, "Donatella did. She's such a lowlife. I wanted to come to class today." Ricky Martin said, "There is no class today. It's basically a free day." Versace smiled through tears, "Oh. Anyone have any fun ideas?" Andrew Cunanan jumped in front of the room, "Let's reenact the first Thanksgiving. But, before that. Like the pilgrims meeting the Indians." Jeff awkwardly laughed, "Isn't that kind of cultural appropriation?" Andrew shouted, "NOBODY ASKED YOU, PATRICE. Now, Versace, Ricky Martin, and Jeff can be Indians. Me and David can be pilgrims." Versace asked, "Shouldn't there be an even number on both sides?" Andrew shrugged, "Guess not. There's not enough people." Lee Miglin hobbled in, "Hey, cuties. I can be a pilgrim." Andrew smiled through a cringe, "Great. Let's start." Andrew pulled David into an empty classroom. David asked, "What are you doing, Andrew?" Andrew said, "Please, call me Andy. Wait, don't. I don't like that. Call me Andrew. Anyways, I figured we could spend all day having a secret rendezvous. I lit candles and got Picasso wings." David sighed, "But I'd rather be outside with everybody else. You know, having fun." Andrew's rotten smile quickly turned to an ugly frown, "You mean you want to spend all day with Jeff?" David rolled his eyes, "You know what? I'll spend all day with you." Outside, Ricky Martin was crying. Versace went over to him, "What's wrong?" Ricky Martin replied, "I was just having a lighthearted conversation with your sister over text, and look what she sent me!" Versace took his phone and read it aloud, "Look, fucktard. I can't keep responding to your idiotic talk. I doubt whatever you're doing is as important as what I'm doing." Versace asked, "What is she doing?" Ricky Martin responded, "Cleaning the house." Back in the classroom, David and Andrew were actually getting along for once. David said, "You know, we never really get a chance to just talk. You're not as annoying when you're not telling Jeff off." Andrew twitched, "Well maybe if Jeff could respect our relationship, I wouldn't have to." David turned his head, "Whose relationship?" Andrew gave a confused look, "Ours? We're dating." David narrowed his eyes, "We are?" Andrew threw his plate down, "On that note, let's go find everyone else." They walked outside to see everyone eating a delicious turkey dinner. Lee Miglin said, "Andy! Dave! You guys came just in time. Jeff made us this." David smiled, "Wow, Jeff. You're so talented." Before Andrew could have a major gas attack, he euthanized himself. So, no one had that great of a Thanksgiving. As everyone's good friend Deisree would say, it was nothing to write home about.
