A week had passed since Todd had asked Ramona out. In that week, they had slit the tires of a car, dumped the contents of about twenty garbage cans into the street, broken five windows and threw a party in an old abandoned house. Only two people were invited. Both of them showed up.
It was fun.
Now Todd and Ramona were walking down the street, looking extremely annoyed at the world, and all who inhabit it. Todd glanced at Ramona's hair, which had faded from purple and black to gray and lavender.
"Your hair looks nice," he said, looking but not touching, "like a sort of mellow...uh, spring-ish...like, uh..."
Ramona raised an eyebrow.
"Well," Todd, rushed in, "I mean your hair has got this sort of...thing. Going on. It's good."
Ramona laughed. "Thanks, Todd, I was gonna re-dye it soon, but if you like it I can hold out for a while."
Todd, who had looked kind of embarrassed before, now looked reassured.
There was a pregnant pause.
"Do you wanna make out?" Todd asked expectantly. Ramona smiled.
"You know what?" she began, sounding sleazy, "That old abandoned house is only about two blocks from here."
Todd grinned. "Perfect."