Seventeen
By: White Rain
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park.
"Should we have music?"
"I don't know."
"Lights on or off?"
"I'm don't know."
"What should we do with our clothes?"
"I don't know." A pause. "Should we check the Internet?"
"That's not a bad idea."
Stan watched as Wendy got off the bed and walked over to the desk where her computer was and turned it on. As they waited for it to boot up, he said, "I wish Chef was still alive."
"It was him who told us to have sex at seventeen, right?" Wendy said as she began to type into the google search bar. Stan laid back on her bed. Nothing was said for a few minutes. Then she said, "Oh, come look at this, Stan."
Stan walked over to stand behind her and glanced over the web page that gave tips for first time sex for teenagers. There were links for information on condoms, birth control, the best places to get abortions depending on which state you were in, and tips for hiding sexually transmitted diseases and pregnancies from your parents, teachers and friends. There was even a link you could click to get all the information translated into Spanish.
"Oh, this is a questionnaire to fill out so we can get the best fit for us."
"Sweet," Stan said. "Let's take it."