Beverly Hills: Season 5

Season 5, Episode 13: All the Pain of Yesterday

   At 11:31 on Saturday night, Yahtzee's hand is clasped around Alice's as he hops out of the ambulance with the gurney and the medics that came to the scene. "You're going to be okay, Alice." Yahtzee is telling her even though her eyes are already shut. There's a heavy blanket over her on the gurney and she hasn't been conscious since the car hit her. Yahtzee didn't see it happen, but he heard it. He came running towards the source as quickly as possible and got a chance to see the car driving away but it was too dark to capture the license plate.
   "Hit and run, her name is Alice Truso, she's seventeen years old..." One of the medics start telling the doctors waiting outside of the automatic doors where the emergency room is. "Most likely a dislocated shoulder and there's bleeding from the head."
   "Sir, you can't go in with her." Another medic gently places a hand on Yahtzee's chest to keep him from following the gurney that Alice is on inside the hospital.
   "But I'm her best friend." Yahtzee argues. "I'm the one that found her."
   "Sir, you're going to need to back up, please." The medic stands in his way with a bitchy expression on her face so he can't pass her. Yahtzee rolls his eyes and steps away with the idea he'll just round the building and go wait in the waiting room to hear if she's okay or not. Just then, a car swerves over to the far lane of the emergency runway and Lamar hops out, a worried look on his face.
   "You." Yahtzee clenches his jaw, marching towards him. Lamar has to have something to do with what happened to Alice. She got hit right in front of his house and it was definitely on purpose. Yahtzee has never trusted this guy to the fullest and this accident just might be the proof that he needs to let Alice know that he's not who she thinks he is. "This is YOUR fault!" He gives Lamar a powerful shove to the chest.
   "What the hell?" Lamar stumbles backwards. "I'm not the one who ran her over! Where is she?"
   "They took her to the E.R." Yahtzee looks at him in disgust. Lamar came running out of the house as the paramedics arrived on the scene and from the look in his eyes, Yahtzee could tell he felt somewhat guilty for what happened. He just doesn't know what part he played. "How could you let this happen?"
   "I didn't do anything." Lamar points a finger at him. "I wasn't the one driving-"
   "That doesn't mean you didn't play a part." Yahtzee shoves him again. "Get your act together. Especially if you plan on keeping her."
   Yahtzee storms away, shaking his head. He knows that Lamar is the only guy that makes Alice happy as of right now but honestly, he doesn't entirely care. If he's not right for her, he's gotta go.

   The following morning, Elenor catches the two pieces of toast that jump out of her toaster and tosses them onto the paper plate on the counter in her kitchen. She scoops peanut butter onto the butter knife and applies a thick layer on top of the toast with a quiet smile across her lips. Even though she doesn't even eat toast, she has no problem making it for Chase. He's been staying here for almost a week now and just like she suspected, her parents are more than welcoming. They're always telling her to do the right thing so she probably looked like an angel bringing in a homeless guy so he can have food on the table and a roof over his head. Just call Elenor a saint.
   "Toast just for me?" Chase waltzes into the kitchen wearing an orange flannel button up and some jeans. Elenor took him out shopping a few days ago and was even able to give him some clothes from her dad that fit.
   "Of course." Elenor glances at him over her shoulder as she continues to spread the peanut butter. "What kind of host would I be without feeding my guest."
   "What kind of guest would I be if my host never let ME do something for HER?" Chase gives her a look as he appears next to her at the counter. Since day one, he's been trying to help Elenor with everything as much as possible. He tries helping her with homework, clean up the kitchen, laundry, cook. As much as Elenor is glad to see he's not some greedy poor dude, she doesn't want him doing too much. She can handle it all. "I can make my own toast, you know?"
   "I know." Elenor moves onto the next piece. "But I figured that it would be nice for someone to do something for you. And I do not mind being that person."
   "Your parents are pretty great people." Chase leans against the counter. "They sure know how to raise kids."
   "Of course." Elenor slides him the plate of toast. "Don't you see my halo?" Chase grins as he picks up his plate and heads to the other side of the island to sit on one of the stools. Elenor watches him sit, wondering if now is a good time to ask him why he got evicted from his apartment in the first place. She doesn't know much about Chase's past or how he became homeless in the first place so if he's going to continue living here, it's probably a good idea to know more about him. "So uh, can I ask you how you went homeless?"
   "Of course." Chase looks caught off guard but Elenor doesn't apologize. "Uh, I got myself caught up into drugs. I was working fast food at the time, was just promoted to manager. Ended up shooting up before I went to work, ended up shooting up and passing out sometimes so I wouldn't have to go. Spent most of my money on what I needed instead of paying rent or utilities."
   "Wow." Elenor says after a minute. She kind of wants to ask him if he's still using drugs because if so, her parents will want him out of here ASAP. She can't have someone shooting themselves up with heroin in the next room over. "Um, I have to ask this because you're living with me but-"
   "I stopped with the drugs." Chase interrupts, wiping the peanut butter from around his mouth with a napkin. "Me overdosing a while back was kind of a wake up call. Haven't even been near them since."
   "Okay." Elenor sighs of relief and then watches him eat his toast. She manages a smile, him giving her one in return. She's definitely starting to like this guy.