Room 226, Thursday evening

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Wyatt almost couldn't believe he was done with school. He'd had his last final that morning, and next was graduation. Which he'd been told in the past involved aliens and jello dragons, so he couldn't wait to see what was going to happen this year. Might as well relax while he could.

[For the brother. And the girlfriend.]

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"And why doesn't Isabel count?" Wyatt said.

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"Because how many girls were you with before her?"

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"I don't know," Wyatt said sarcastically. "Let me count the notches in my bed post."

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Chris rolled his eyes. "I'm serious. You had a reputation as a ladies man. And that didn't change until you met Isabel. I'm just not that way."

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"Because I got all the suave and debonair genes," Wyatt said.

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"Yes, that's totally it."

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"Then I'll loan you some for the prom," Wyatt said. He nodded his head toward the closet. "There's a tux in there for you."

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Chris smiled. "Thanks, Wy."

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"You're on your own for the rest of it," Wyatt said. "She likes you, dude. Trust me."

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"We'll see what happens," Chris said, hoping his brother was right.

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"Just relax and have a good time," Wyatt said.

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Chris grabbed the tux and checked the sizes. His brother had done good. "I'll try," he said. "Thanks, man. I'll see you tomorrow?"

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Of course he'd done good. "Yes," he said. "Me and Isabel wouldn't miss it."