"Wrong Rachel," Marco said. Hey, at least they had TV shows in common? "Can't remember, that show's lame." Not his thing. Or his parents'. Not that any of them were much for sitcoms to begin with.

He snickered, "Yeah, you sort of do." Marco never claimed to not be an asshole, "Actually, I was going to turn into a gorilla and tear the fence open, but if you want to continue ruining your good shoes, be my guest." To make his point, the teenaged boy sat himself down in the dirt and watched her as though she was putting on some Avant Garde performance: "Woman with Fence".

"I don't need wood or fire, so it's up to you."