So I was right?

What are you talking about?

That you want me to be your friend.

I give everybody a chance, so don't think you're all that special. Because you're not.

I think you think I am. Why not just be honest?

I don't get it. Why are you trying so hard to get to me?

You seem...I don't know how to explain, but I'd like to get to know you better. You say you give everybody a chance, why are you pushing me away then?

I'm sorry...I didn't realize I was. I guess that's just a natural thing with me.

So are you going to give me a chance?

I'm still talking to you, aren't I?

Writing notes and talking to each other are not the same thing. You even said so.

I guess. It's not like we can hang out or anything. I'm not cool enough for you.

Don't get that way, Cherry.

What way? You know what, I'm just calling it as I see it. You and I both know that's the situation. I actually do understand completely, but it still hurts. A real man wouldn't care what his 'friends' think about him.

Like you would know anything about a 'real man.' Anyways, come to the diner tonight at 8. We'll see who the real man is then.

Oh was that a crack about my virginity? Hahaha! Again, you're a comedian. I'll be there, and if you stand me up, I swear to God, you will regret that decision.

Trust me, I'll be there.

And you're not afraid of seeing anyone there?

It's a Thursday night. No one goes on dates on a Thursday night. Plus the rest of the Cobras will either be at Ace's or at Irby's.

Oh I see how it is, you carefully plan around everyone else so that I still go under the radar. You're still not a real man, then. Well, I hope you enjoyed Mr. Wilson's speech about anatomy. God knows I didn't. See you later tonight, Richard.

P.S. It is not a date. :)