Train Compartment Number Two

Fry was in here, with Eric (how had eventually figured out what happened, along with Jake.)

Selia was also sitting in there, staring out at the window. She had been filled in as well. "It just seems wrong." She mumbled.

Fry kicked Selia in the foot. "Anyways, look at the beautiful scenery!" He had unfortunately been unable to master the German accent, so just stuck with his old accent. "I love this train!"

"Yeah, it's beautiful," Selia said, rolling her eyes. I feel so stupid.

Holly stood in the doorway, with her arms crossed. She had put her trunk in a different compartment. "Hey, Fry, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked calmly, then added, "Alone."

Selia shot a glare at Holly. "Who's that? Never heard of him."

"Then why the hell are you sitting in the same compartment as him?" Holly retorted coolly. "Fry. Talk. Now."

"Shut up, Holly.." Selia muttered, holding her face in her hands.

Fry nodded slowly. "Never heard of him either."

Holly walked over to him, bending over so she could have her face level with his, and pinched his ear with her sharp nails, smiling sweetly. "Talk. Now. Hallway." Then she added, with sarcasm dripping in her tone, "Pleeeease?"

"I'm hungry. Anybody want brownies?" Selia asked, pulling out a tupperware container.

Fry stood up slowly and followed her out. "Sure." Then, they were outside.

Selia opened up the brownies and put them on the table. "Take some. Please." She started munching on one nervously.

"Nobody wants any? Okay.."

Jake grabbed the box and took five.

Eric grinned. "I'd LOVE a brownie!"

"Great!" Selia held out the tupperware container to Eric, smiling. "So, this year's going to be fun, huh?"

Eric stared at her like she went crazy.

"Sarcasm. So, how were your summers?"

"How can he STILL be like that!?!" Selia yelled, once she was back inside the compartment. "He's still such a player! He-- He's just hugging random crying girls in the hallway! And he's racist, too! How can he still be so-- so-- perfect?!" She put her head on the table, crying.

Jake reached forwards. "He's not perfect! He's just... going through problems, like everyone else! Why do you even care?"

"He's perfect! I used to go out with him, and I really liked him, and things were going great then my best friend acted like a whore around him and he started making out with her instead of me and now we're not best friends anymore. And then Holly runs into him in the hallway and everything is going just great for him, because he's got a bunch of freaking call-girls at his beck and call doesn't he?! And that's just great! I'm just not good enough, aren't I? He'll hug Fry's girlfriend, he'll make out with that crazy weirdo Karin, and he won't even talk to me anymore! So, yeah, I'm just a little bit jealous!" Selia said, keeping her face down.

"Wow... he's got it good..."

Selia looked up and glared at him. "Don't."

"It's true, he does! But I think you should just let it go. You watch, it'll all backfire on him." Jake smiled. "We can do some pranks that'll toss him over the board this year,"

"I guess..." Selia mumbled, sitting up. "But a couple pranks really won't change him. But, thanks, Jake."