Delisha

Brandon, struggling to breathe: W-what?

Nikolai: A quickie. You know, one of those egg things?

Brandon:

Glyndon: Yeah, they are.

Killian: You know who else is beautiful?

Glyndon, blushing: Who?

Killian: Y-

Creighton: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Landon: That wasn't an ambulance. I drove you.

Creighton: But I heard sirens.

Landon: That was Remi screaming.

Nikolai: I like Brandon, he has such beautiful eyes.

Nikolai: I love him.

Brandon: ......

Nikolai: Don't tell him, okay?

Nikolai: Blue eyes, blonde hair, dumb, shy and artistic

Brandon: That kind of sounds like me. Too bad I'm not a girl.

Nikolai: Did I mention dumb?

Brandon: Yes.

Eli: ...... Why?

Mia: What condition?

Brandon: He doesn't have one.

Nikolai: *sets the kitchen on fire*

Mia, panicking: Where's the responsible adult??

Nikolai: He's asleep on the couch.

Killian: Don't worry guys, I got this. Hand me a bucket of water.

Killian: *dumps water on Gareth* Wake up dumbass, the kitchen's on fire.

Gareth, still half asleep: What-

Jeremy: I think you mean nudes.

Jeremy: And wrong person Niko.

Brandon: Sorry, I'm nervous.

Nikolai: Is this your first time?

Killian: Hey.

Glyndon: Hey.

Killian: *takes out patients heart* Will you be my valentine?

Everyone, jumping out: SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Killian: *goes full doctor mode*

Brandon: *sneezes*

Nikolai: Are you sick, do you want me to get you a blanket? I have some soup in the fridge, I can warm it up for you.

Landon: *sneezes*

Nikolai: Yeah, I have PTSD. Proficient talent for sucking d*ck.

Gareth: I think we also need to talk about your use of humor as a coping mechanism.