"Courtney, come downstairs for dinner!" called Courtney's mother.
"MAH HAH!" was the only response.
"Courtney!" Courtney's mother repeated desperately.
Courtney, a fourteen-year-old girl, was late for dinner, but then again, she had a pretty good reason. Tonight she was going on her first date, EVER. On the date she would be going somewhere, but she did not know where. Her new/first boyfriend, Jason, only told her to eat dinner before the date, which was planned for 6:30.
Before eating dinner, Courtney decided that she should get ready for the date. Courtney had no idea as to what to wear, but she knew that she definitely needed to wear cootie spray. She had never told anyone this, but she was deafly afraid of cooties, and she was not about to catch them tonight, on her first date.
"Courtney! Get down here now!" rang the agitated voice of Courtney's mother.
Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong. It was the doorbell. And that could only mean one thing, Jason had arrived. Courtney all of a sudden felt like her stomach was at a gymnastics competition and it was the flips section. Courtney was not ready to leave. She had yet to spray herself for cooties, do her hair, and iron her crocheted hat. The fact that Jason had already arrived before Courtney was ready infuriated her. In rage she opened the door, slammed it, opened it again, and rushed down the stairs.
"MAH HAH!" screamed Courtney at Jason.
She ran upstairs in tears after shrieking in the downstairs hallway. Everything was ruined. She had screamed at her first cootie infested mate, and had gone near this boy without putting on cootie spray. Courtney was both embarrassed and scared. Also the fact that Jason would never talk to her again deeply saddened her.
"Courtney dear. Jason would like to talk to you."
Courtney slowly slithered down the stairs. Jason was waiting down there. Carefully, Courtney stationed herself where she could watch Jason, but she was safe from the cooties.
"I would still like to take you on the date." Jason told her.
Courtney wanted to resist, but she absolutely could not. The boy in front of her wanted to take her on a date. Normally Courtney would have hissed and stomped upstairs, but Jason was looking nice that night. Dressed in pleated khaki slacks that were a tad bit on the short side and a purple and orange plaid shirt, Jason looked more special than normal. Standing under the hallway chandelier, his square-framed glasses glittered from the light more than ever. Courtney observed that as Jason was waiting for Courtney's response, he was taking in his new surrounding with his big blue eyes, which were half covered with his jet-black hair. His huge floppy ears twitched every few seconds, also taking in the newfound noises of Courtney's house. Courtney smiled, readying her reply.
"Yes you can take me on the date, just let me go put on my cootie spray, and then I will be ready." said the blushing Courtney.
"Hey, um, can I borrow some of that spray…no offense to you, um, yeah." called Jason as Courtney dashed up the stairs.
"Okey dokey!" was Jason's distant response.
A few seconds later, Courtney came sauntering down the stairs, reeking of something dead. When at the bottom of the stairs, Courtney handed Jason a clear bottle, which had cootie spray scribbled around it, filled with something yellow. Jason gingerly took the bottle and sprayed himself down. As he prepared himself for cooties, Courtney's mother got this look on her face. Once he was done, Courtney's mother hurried the couple out of the door, ready to get rid of the dead smell.