"Craig, did you really ask Bebe out,seriously how hard did you fuck her, when I saw you walk in her house and there was a lot of screams." Kenny said.
"What! You were spying on me, how could you even know I was going there!" I said.
"Damn Craig what's up your ass?" Clyde said.
"Nothing's up my-"
"Craig?" Wendy said.
"What?" I said.
"Bebe wants to make sure you can come over Friday." Wendy asked.
"Yeah, whatever." I said, then Wendy left.
"Craig, what do you and Bebe plan on doing this Friday?" Kenny asked while smiling.
"Nothing!" I said.
"Your reaction proves it's something." Kenny said.
"Goddammit Kenny you should be a psychiatrist." I said.
"Ignoring my question won't help you." Kenny said.
"We aren't doing anything!" I said.
"Wait, I heard Bebe was having a sleepover this Friday." Clyde said.
"Craig! You motherfucker! If it's 'that' kind of 'sleepover' why wasn't I invited?" Kenny said.
"Its not 'that' knid of 'sleepover'!" I said, when Stan walked up to us and heard that.
"What! Craig, you're going to a sleepover, with girls!" Stan yelled, then all the guys came to our table. Then I left because it was to much pressure.