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Alisa begins driving to the skating arena where her and Richie has their first date. On her way, she passes by the old middle school. She steps on the breaks, staring at it for a moment.
"Good morning." Eddie walks over to the red head as she leans up against the wall near the bike rack, watching the others slowly approach. "Good morning." Stanley says tiredly, placing his bike in the rack. "Good morning." Ben says in the same tone. "Good m-m-morning." Bill adds. Alisa rolls her eyes, getting off of the wall and standing straight.
"You all sound like robots! Spice it up a bit!" Alisa shouts to all of them, who all groan in annoyance. Right as Alisa opens her mouth to speak, Richie bikes up, dropping his bike aggressively. "Morning, Motherfuckers!" He shouts enthusiastically, walking up to the red head and wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
"See? Glasses gets it." The red head chuckles, smiling to her boyfriend. "Well, why are you so energetic today?" Stanley asks. "Well, I've got a problem." The red head states. "Does it affect me?" The curly headed boy asks.
Alisa shakes her head. "Then suffer in silence." He responds, slowly beginning to walk away into the school. "Is he serious?" Alisa says in astonishment, rolling her eyes as she watches him walk off. "He's stan. He's always like that. Anyway, what's the problem, pippi?" Richie asks.
"Never mind. I'll figure it out." The red head sighs. "You know, Stanley reminds of the ocean." Richie states as they begin walking away towards the school. "How come?" Eddie asks. "Because he's salty and he scares people." The four eyed boy responds, earning a chuckle from the red head.
"Hey, what do you g-g-guys have first?" Bill asks. "I've got Math with glasses. We have a test." Alisa chuckles, nudging the four eyed boy beside her. "I bet Richie's gonna fail that." Ben says jokingly.
"Hey! I'll have you know that I'm very fast at math!" Richie argues. "Alright. What's 67 x 34?" Eddie asks. "435!" Richie shouts. "That's not even remotely close." Alisa says.
"It was fast though."
"Hey, rich. I'll race you up the steps." Alisa smirks. "You're on." Richie replies. "Eddie, count us in!"
"Why me? You know what? Okay. 3, 2, 1!" Eddie yells. Richie and Alisa run up the steps, yet Richie unusually falls far behind. Once he makes it up the steps far after Alisa, she sends him a questioning look. "Why'd you let me win?" She asks with a smile.
"I like seeing you smile when you win." He beams, beginning to walk past her towards the class. Alisa glances over at Eddie, who had also just arrived. "He's staring at my ass." She says casually. "Yeah, he was staring at your ass." Eddie nods, nudging her as he walks past as well.
