In your dreams, kid

Under Sunny's hypocritical, well-intentioned advice, Kel puzzled over his mental checklist as the bruised house drifted out of sight, now a grey blur.

An assortment of surgery, artery-clogging snacks? Check!

Mixtape Sunny made special for him, covered in little red hearts and a doodle of the two of them holding hands? Check (No, actually, he will not read into that, fuck you for asking).

An 8 pack of Monster so Aubrey wouldn't fall asleep at the wheel while he drives her mad with alien conspiracies and iSpy all night? Check! (Sunny downed three, the absolute madman, before they even stepped foot in the car, but he figured it still counted)

Homework? ...check.

An excuse for stealing Ms. Suzuki's car, running away with her son and "future daughter-in-law", and showing up at his incredibly busy brother's dorm room? You know, something even remotely better than "You sounded like you were about to cry over the phone last night and you don't cry and I'm so worried and distracted and madly in love with you, I simply had to come check on you, so...Surprise!"

...He'd check that one off sometime before they got there. Probably.