Wild Cherry Page #7

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No sh*t. You figured

it out, didn't you?

N ice!

Very nice.

I'm proud of you.

Yeah, that's great, just

when I have no one.

Um, actually, there's something

that I have to tell you two.

I wasn't a virgin

when we made our pact.

You slut. I want

details, come on.

Remember when I went to Hawaii?

Well, it happened then.

I met this 15-year-old guy

who I let talk me into it

even though I knew

I wasn't ready.

I should've told you guys about it.

I just, I don't know.

I would've gone to Hawaii and kicked

his tropical ass for you, okay?

We would've been there for you.

Thanks, I know.

Oh.

Yeah!

Hut!

Oh, f***!

Come on!

Blue 32. Hut!

Down again!

And that's halftime, folks!

What's up with this?

I don't know. The guys are

sucking tonight though, huh?

I mean, you guys don't think they were

actually right about the book, do you?

Hey! Where

are you going?

To talk to Stanford.

What? What

do you mean?

What is she doing?

Stanford! Stanford!

Wait.

I'm sorry about everything.

The boner pills,

the naked pool party

trying to kill you

at the racetrack.

I shouldn't have

done any of that.

But that whole book thing you

guys have is totally immature

and I thought I needed

to teach you a lesson.

I want what you want.

Love and sex.

Me, too.

Well, maybe in a different

order for you, but whatever.

I want you to win!

You guys are so good,

you're so talented

but right now you're sucking

and you blame us

girls and a book.

But the reason you're losing is because that

dumb book won't score you any touchdowns.

But if you believed in yourself

the way I believe in you

you could score a bunch of

touchdowns and win this game!

He's the kicker!

Okay, so you're a kicker.

Maybe that's never

happened before

but a lot of great things

haven't quite happened yet.

Come on.

One, two, three, four!

Hut. Hut.

Woo-hoo-hoo!

Blue thirty-two! Hut!

Touchdown!

Hut!

Oh, yeah.

Hut!

Oh, my God.

Touchdown! Yeah!

You don't need Stanny-boy,

you got us.

She's right. We can grow old

and become spinsters together.

You should go say hi.

Is it that obvious?

Yeah.

Guys are scum.

Oh, Chase, they're not all bad.

Tell her this "you-me"

thing, it's a pity date.

I feel bad for you,

you're not even my type.

Thanks.

Oh! Here he comes.

Let's go.

Hi.

Uh, you know I came with...

I know.

But we're not together.

At all. I wanted to let...

Let's get out of here.

All right. Come on!

Frank! You owe

me 100 bucks.

For what?

Being an idiot?

No, no. Look what she's

holding in her hand, man.

Ah, damn it.

Hold on.

Scar!

Thank you for introducing me

to the world of papier-mch.

Okay, how about this?

Double or nothing I can

"out-prank" you this evening.

You are gonna

"out-prank" me?

Okay, spanky, you're on, buddy.

Yeah. Good luck.

Um, I'm gonna go get some air.

You want me to come?

No, I'm good.

Have fun though.

All right. Bye.

Hey.

Hi.

So, the guys are in the playoffs.

That's good for you, right?

Yeah, it's really good.

You know, on the field the other day,

I didn't mean to tackle you so hard.

Yeah, it was, it was a

little much, I'm sorry.

Ladies, can I interest you in a

photo beside my captain's wheel?

Uh, no thanks.

You never quit, do you?

Well, my creative juices are always flowing, Chase.

Have you seen Trish?

No, sorry, I haven't.

Never mind.

There she is.

Hey. Don't screw

with her, okay?

Van Doren! Come here.

No.

I just wanna

show you something.

I've already seen your

wiener-wheel, Skeets.

No, it's not that.

And trust me, you'll wanna see this.

Hi, everyone. This next song goes out to

someone who's very very special to me.

Uh, it's the four-day

anniversary of our lovemaking!

Scar?

This one's for you, baby.

I heard the

Bells in my head

The second I saw you

And against my

Better judgment

I began to adore you and

I haven't stopped since

And I'm gonna

Make you know it

What are you doing out here?

Guys are lame.

No kidding.

You want some?

What, are you trying to

take advantage of me?

You know, I've been thinking

about what you were saying.

This documentary's cool.

It's opening up people's eyes to what's...

So perfectly with mine

We were made

To stand together

B y some great

Unknown design

For now and all of time

You will be mine

As for now and all of time

You will be mine

You will be mine

Hey.

Hey, buddy.

That's good.

Hi, guys!

Hey.

What's up?

Nothing.

Hey, everybody, get in here.

Franklins got a surprise for us. Whoo!

Skeets!

Oh, sh*t.

I'm about to owe

Frankie a lot of money.

Double or nothing,

right? Beat this.

What is he talking about?

Woo-hoo!

We'll get you back,

don't worry. Don't worry.

You gotta do

What you gotta do

You gotta do

What you gotta do

You gotta do

What you gotta do

So, after interviewing basically

everyone in my entire high school

and a few of my own misadventures,

I've realized something.

It doesn't matter if you're in the

audio closet or in the bedroom

or if you're with your

boyfriend or your best friend

it's all about timing.

I haven't done it yet, but

I have a feeling I will.

She takes her time

With the little things

Love notes reminding me

She wears red when

She's feeling hot

I have her but

That's all I've got

She looks best

Without her clothes

I know it's wrong but

That's the way it goes

I don't know what

She sees in me

But I'm happy

She's happy now

That she's with me

And I'm freakin' out

Because I'm just so lucky

Oh she makes me

feel like sh*t

It's always something

But I can't get over it

She thinks it's nothing

Because she's everything

I ask for everything I ask for

And just a little bit more everything

I ask for everything I ask for

And so much more

She loves music but

She hates my band

Loves Prince

She's his biggest fan

Not big on holding hands But that's

all right 'cause I've still got her

Keeps up on current affairs

Prada is what she wears

I don't know what

She sees in me

And I'm happy

She's happy now

That she's with me

And I'm freakin' out

Because I'm just so lucky

Oh she makes me

feel like sh*t

It's always something

But I can't get over it

She thinks it's nothing

'Cause she's everything I ask

for everything I ask for

And just a little bit more everything

I ask for everything I ask for

And so much more

Fistfights turn into sex

I wonder what comes next

She loves to always

keep me guessing

She won't give it up

And we both know

It's because Oh she

makes me feel like sh*t

It's always something

But I can't get over it

She thinks it's nothing

'Cause she's everything I ask

for everything I ask for

And just a little bit more everything

I ask for everything I ask for

And just a little bit more everything

I ask for everything I ask for

And so much more everything

I ask for everything I ask for

And so much more

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