"Dude, 7th grade really fucking sucks," Kyle said in an emotionless voice to his best friend, Stan, who had his mind on other things.

"Whatever, dude I'm busy."

"Stan, I think you've put enough deodorant on."

"Kyle, this is my first date with Wendy. If I smell like shit, do think there will be a second one"

"You've been putting it one for thirteen minutes. I've timed you."

"Kyle, you have some big fucking issues," Stan stated.

"I really do."

Satn started squirting colonge on.

"Are we still heading to your house after the date?" Stan asked.

"Yeah, Kenny, Tweek, and Craig will be there too," Kyle informed Stan.

"Sweet! Tweek's fucking funny. Well, I'm guess I have to get going now."

"Don't let Cartman eat all the food."

"Haha, I'll try."

Kyle smiled. Stan stoped squirting colonge on. He walked out his bedroom door, went downstairs, told his dad to grab his keys and drive him down to the movie theater.

Randy asked, "And you don't need a ride down to the restaurant?"

"No," Stan said for what seemed like the millionth time, "its two stores down from here."

"Ok then. Here," Randy handed Stan a fifty and something else, something else that he had recognized immediately.

"What the hell dad! A condom! I don't need this!"

"Take it just in case, son. I'll pick you from the restaurant at 9:00."

"Whatever."

Stan went in the theater, and saw that Heidi was already there, Wendy came in after about a minute. Cartman came ten minutes after Wendy walked in. He looked pissed. Heidi smiled anyway and grabbed his hand. Wendy grabbed Stan's hand. He almost barfed but held it back. The four of them bought their tickets and snacks, Stan used the twenty his mom had given him earlier, and walked into the theater.