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5. Code
"Fargo," said Tyler, as the hot intern walked by them in the waiting room.
"How's that?" asked Hunter.
"It's that code that Charlie has. For cute guys. He never taught it to you?"
"Negative."
"Well, when you're out with your friends or whatever, and you see a hot guy, you say ‘fargo.' And if your friend agrees, they say ‘bank.' And if they disagree they say ‘wells.' It's fun."
"What the fuck?"
"Apparently there's a bank in California by where he grew up called Wells Fargo. He came up with it back in the day."
"That is the most retarded thing I've ever heard. Why don't you just say ‘hey look! Cute guy!'" Eddy returned to waiting room.
"Ready for the changing of the guard?" she asked, plopping down in the chair next to Hunter.
"How is he?" Hunter asked.
"It's like watching paint dry. But sadder. Finally got a hold of our parents. They're booking the next flight to the States." A Lincoln Park blond with too much cleavage showing, sat down next to Tyler, red eyed from crying.
"Fargo," said Eddy.
"You know about FARGO?" asked Tyler.
"Who do you think helped Chuck come up with it?"
Hunter scoffed. "Seriously, what's up with the Parker family being so passive aggressive?" Eddy changed seats with Tyler and put her arm around Lincoln Park blond.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" she asked sweetly, as Lincoln Park blond burst out crying, laying her head on Eddy's breast. She slyly looked at Hunter, making him eat his words. Hunter rolled his eyes.
"Come on dude," he said, pulling Tyler up from his seat. "Let's go check on Charlie."
Whether it was his concern for Charlie weighing on him or the frustration of the situation wearing him down, Hunter irrationally could not let go of his annoyance at this code.
"It's SO like him," Hunter said as they went through the double doors. "Why can't he just say what he has to say? Everything's such a fucking game. Why does it all have to be code and subtext and shit? I'm so sick of it, why can't he just tell me?"
"Tell you what?" asked Tyler.
Hunter wanted to punch a wall. "Nothing. I just... wish that something would change, you know? In his condition at least." Several nurses and doctors rushed past them, nearly knocking them out of the way.
"Room 616, stat!" Hunter heard one of them say. "He's coding!"
Room 616 was Charlie's room.
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"How's that?" asked Hunter.
"It's that code that Charlie has. For cute guys. He never taught it to you?"
"Negative."
"Well, when you're out with your friends or whatever, and you see a hot guy, you say ‘fargo.' And if your friend agrees, they say ‘bank.' And if they disagree they say ‘wells.' It's fun."
"What the fuck?"
"Apparently there's a bank in California by where he grew up called Wells Fargo. He came up with it back in the day."
"That is the most retarded thing I've ever heard. Why don't you just say ‘hey look! Cute guy!'" Eddy returned to waiting room.
"Ready for the changing of the guard?" she asked, plopping down in the chair next to Hunter.
"How is he?" Hunter asked.
"It's like watching paint dry. But sadder. Finally got a hold of our parents. They're booking the next flight to the States." A Lincoln Park blond with too much cleavage showing, sat down next to Tyler, red eyed from crying.
"Fargo," said Eddy.
"You know about FARGO?" asked Tyler.
"Who do you think helped Chuck come up with it?"
Hunter scoffed. "Seriously, what's up with the Parker family being so passive aggressive?" Eddy changed seats with Tyler and put her arm around Lincoln Park blond.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" she asked sweetly, as Lincoln Park blond burst out crying, laying her head on Eddy's breast. She slyly looked at Hunter, making him eat his words. Hunter rolled his eyes.
"Come on dude," he said, pulling Tyler up from his seat. "Let's go check on Charlie."
Whether it was his concern for Charlie weighing on him or the frustration of the situation wearing him down, Hunter irrationally could not let go of his annoyance at this code.
"It's SO like him," Hunter said as they went through the double doors. "Why can't he just say what he has to say? Everything's such a fucking game. Why does it all have to be code and subtext and shit? I'm so sick of it, why can't he just tell me?"
"Tell you what?" asked Tyler.
Hunter wanted to punch a wall. "Nothing. I just... wish that something would change, you know? In his condition at least." Several nurses and doctors rushed past them, nearly knocking them out of the way.
"Room 616, stat!" Hunter heard one of them say. "He's coding!"
Room 616 was Charlie's room.
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