While they waited, Claire, Allison, Bender, and Brian were talking in a corner of the library. Bender was looking through a book while Brian sitting on a railing above them with Claire was leaning on the large, grey statue sitting towards the back of the library. Allison was sitting at a table that was next to Bender.

"Claire, you wanna see a picture of a guy with elephantitis in a guy's nuts? It's pretty tasty," Bender said. Claire rolled her eyes at him. "No, thank you," she said. "How do you think he rides a bike?" he says, curiosity lingering in his voice. Claire rolls her eyes again and looks away in disgust.

"Oh, Claire… would you ever consider dating a guy like this?" Bender asked. "Can't you leave me alone?" Claire whined, only for it to fall on deaf ears. "I mean, if he had a great personality, and was a good dancer, and had a cool car… Although you'd probably have to ride in the backseat because his nuts would ride in shotgun," Bender continued.

"Wanna know what I'd rather be doing?" Claire asked, crossing her arms. "Watch what you say, Brain here's a cherry," Bender said, glancing at the brain for a moment. "A cherry?" Brian said, cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

"I wish I was on the plane to France," Claire said. Brain crossed his arms and said, "I'm not a cherry," Bender looked towards Brian and asked, "Have you ever gotten laid?" Brian became flustered and he protested, "I've laid, many times!"

"Name one," Bender said, challenging him. Brain huffed and crossed his arms. "She, um, lives in Canada, met her at Niagra Falls. You wouldn't know her," Brian answered. Bender wasn't satisfied and kept on going. "Ever laid anyone around here?" he said.

Brian shushed Bender and points at Claire, whose back was turned still. Although Bender misunderstood the gesture. "Oh, you and Claire did it!" Brian exclaimed. Claire turns around, looking at him in confusion. "What're you talking about?" she questioned.

Brian shook his head quickly and hastily, "Nothing, nothing! Just drop it!" Claire looked at him, turning around completely to face him. "No! Drop what? What're you talking about?" she demanded.

"Well, Brian's trying to say that, in addition to the number of girls in the Niagra Falls area, that presently you and he are riding the hobby horse!" Bender said with sarcasm. Claire glances at Brain, a look of utter disgust. "Little pig," she hissed at him.

"No, I'm not! I'm not! John said I was a cherry and I said I wasn't! That's all!" Brian protested, blushing in embarrassment. "Well, then, what were you motioning to Claire for?" Bender asked, pointing to Claire.

"You know, I don't appreciate it very much, Brian!" Claire complained. "He's lying!" Brian stammered. Allison rolled her eyes and clapped her hands slowly. "Nobody's lying. She's just the pretty popular girl and a boy who doesn't want to be embarrassed. And a shit-stirrer who has misunderstood but enjoyed it. Do I have the right?" Allison said.

Claire shot the basket case a look and said, "Why would he be embarrassed? He was gesturing to me. Wasn't he?" Brian couldn't handle the suspense anymore and blurted, "It was because I didn't want you to know I'm a virgin, okay?! I'm sorry for being one!"

"How come you didn't want me to know?" Claire asked, laughing gently. "It's my personal business," Brian replied. Claire felt sympathy for him. Nobody likes to admit that they haven't had sex. It was usually something they feel insecure about.

"It's okay for a guy to be a virgin," Claire said. Brian looked at her in surprise along with Bender. "You think so?" Brain said in surprise. Claire nodded at this, giving him a smile.

After ten minutes, Samantha and Andrew returned with the sodas. Both teens were blushing when they had returned, which was an obvious sign that they had done something. They couldn't hide it.

Andrew and Samantha sat next to each other with Claire at the very end. Bender, however, was sitting between them, watching as they started getting out their food. Samantha didn't bother to bring anything, so Andrew decided to share his with her.

"What's in there?" Bender questioned, leaning forward to see what Claire had in her silver bag. Claire looked back at him and saw he didn't have one. "Where's your lunch?" she asked him. "Samantha's wearing it," Bender said, getting a glare from Andrew.

"You're nauseating," Claire scoffed, turning back around. Bender grabs a coke can from the table and throws it over his shoulder to Allison, who catches it without even looking up. It was quite impressive.

"What is that?" Bender asks, seeing her pull out a sushi platter with soy sauce. "Sushi," she replied. Samantha grimaced at this because she hated sushi with every fiber of her being. "Su-shi?" Bender replied in a mocking, sarcastic tone.

"Yeah, rice, raw fish, and seaweed," Claire replied, picking up a piece with a pair of chopsticks. "Wow, you won't accept a guy's tongue in your mouth but you eat that? At least Matthews here let Andrew do it with her," Bender questioned.

Andrew didn't like that Bender was teasing his girl like that and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. "Can I eat?" Claire says. "Don't know, give it a try," Bender shrugged.

As for Andrew, his lunch was massive. It was definitely enough to feed two people. He pulled out three sandwiches, a big bag of chips, an apple, a banana, and a bag of cookies. He gave Samantha a sandwich and an apple with some chips.

Samantha grinned at this kind gesture from him. They noticd that Bender was looking right at the them whole time, getting Andrew to look back at him. "What's your problem?" he asked. Samantha unwrapped her sandwich and began to eat it.

As for Allison, she opens up her sandwich, picks up the pimento meat up at the sculpture above them. After that, she opens some pixie sticks and pours the powder on the bread, the puts Cap n' Crunch on top of that. She smushes it together and takes a loud bite from it.

Bender goes over to Brian and sits down with him, his hands clasped together. "What're we having?" he asks, taking Brian's lunch bag. "Uh, just your standard lunch, I guess," Brian quietly said. Bender then starts digging through the bag and pulls out a thermos. He sets it down on the table and points at it.

"Milk?" Bender questions. "Soup," Brian corrects. Bender reached in again and pulled out a juice box. Brian reaches over to the bag but Bender slaps his hand away. "Apple juice," Brian says.

"I can read. PB&J with the crust cut off. Well, I gotta say this is a nutritious lunch, all the food groups are represented. Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers?" Bender sarcastically said. Uh, no, Mr. Johnson, " Brian said, not understanding the joke.

Andrew, Samantha, and Claire smile at each other while Bender stands back up. "Well, here's my impression of big Bri's house." Bender said.

"Son!" He started in a loud and friendly voice. "Yeah Dad?" He says in a child-like voice, pressing two fingers into his cheeks.

"How's your day, pal?" Loud and friendly voice.

"Great, dad! How's yours?" Kiddie voice. "Super! Say, son, how'd you like to go fishing this weekend?" Loud and friendly.

"Great, dad! But I've got homework to do!" Kiddie voice. At this point, they started grinning at Bender's mimicking of Brian's alleged family life.

"That's alright, son! You can do it on the boat!" Loud and Friendly. "Gee!" Kiddie voice. "Dear, isn't our son swell?" he says in a soft, feminine voice. He then mimicked a mother and father kissing each other before punching the mother out with a fist.

Samantha's grin dropped, seeing it was no longer funny.

Andrew turns around to face the criminal with his eyebrows raised. "Alright, what about your family?" He asked. "Yeah, tell us how it is in your house if you think Brian's is all that wonderful," Samantha added.

"Oh, mine? That's easy," Bender said, saying it in a tone Samantha herself uses a lot when asked about her own family. Andrew was the only one to know at that moment.

Bender walked back a little, pointed a finger forward. "Stupid, worthless, no good, Goddamed, freeloading, son of a bitch, retarded, asshole, big mouth, know-it-all, jerk." He says in a deep, drunk-like voice

He then crosses his arms and says in a snobby, bitchy voice, "You forgot ugly, lazy, and disrespectful-". He then pretends to slap his mother while acting as his father. " Shut up, bitch! Go fix me a turkey pot pie!"

"What about you, dad?" Bender says in his own voice. "Fuck you," he says as his father. "No, dad. What about you?" As himself. "Fuck you!" As his dad. "No, dad, what about you?!" Himself. "FUCK YOU!" He shouted, throwing a punch and flinging himself back, acting like his dad hit him.

Samantha remembered how her mother was the same way with her. She had always been blamed for her father running off, having to be reminded of it almost every single day. She hated it, and she hated her mother for putting her in this situation.

"Is that for real?" Brian asked, getting a glare from Bender. "Wanna come over sometime?" He offered, a threatening tone in his voice. Andrew shook his head at Bender, not believing a word he's saying. He had believed Samantha when she told him how she's treated at home.

"That's bullshit," he said, "It's part of your image, I don't believe a word of it," Samantha looked at him, finding it hurtful that he'd even say that. She knows how Bender feels in this case so she knows it's for real.

"You don't believe me?" Bender said, looking a little hurt. "No," Andrew said. Bender repeats after him. "Did I stutter?" Andrew retorted. Bender then storms over to him and rolled up his right sleeve to reveal a burn mark from a cigar. It looked recent.

"Do you believe this? Huh? It's about the size of a cigar. Do I stutter?!" Bender snarled, leaning closer to Andrew. "See this is what you get in my house for spilling paint in the garage," he said more quietly.

He pulls the sleeve down and starts backing away from the group. "And I don't think I need to sit here with you fucking dildos anymore!" Bender shouted, shoving books and maps off of the display with a roar of rage. He jumped on the railing and swung up to the second-floor balcony.

"You shouldn't have said that," Claire says to Andrew. "How would I know? He lies about everything," Andrew said. Samantha shoots up from her seat so quickly that the chair falls back onto the floor, startling everyone in the library.

She storms away from the table with Andrew following behind her. "Sam, I'm sorry if I hurt you," he apologized. Sam spun around, tears of anger in her eyes. "Oh, you did more than that, Andrew! How the fuck could you even say that?! What if I told you this when I first walked through those fucking doors?! You'd think its part of my fucking image and think I'm just an attention whore! And for your fucking information, I understand he feels because I'm in that situation myself! The fact you said that says to me that you really don't give two shits about me!" Samantha screamed, tears running down her face.

Andrew looked guilty, forgetting that Samantha had been hurt the same way as Bender. He was there to console her when she admitted it, now it felt fake to her. That kiss they shared was for nothing.

"Sam, I…" he started, but Samantha pushed him back. "Fuck you, Andrew! Leave me alone!" She shouted, walking away from him. She isolated herself from him and cried into her knees, hugging them close to her chest.

Andrew's heart broke at her reaction. 'How could I hurt her like that…? God, I'm an idiot,' He thought, rubbing his forehead.