"Hey, Blake," he said, "What's up, Blake?"

"Johnny," Blake replied, "Yeah, John.  Johnny."

"Dude, you'll never believe what Tom just told me," John began to say.

"Tommy.  Yeah, Tom.  Tommy," Blake told him.

"Alright," he continued, "Tom was in his room, and his dad comes home from work, right, and he walks past his room, and you know how his moms room is right next to his, right, and his mom is like 'Oh, thank god you're home,' and Tom was right next door, and he could hear them doing it!"

"He could hear them?" inquired Blake.

"Yeah, he could hear sounds and everything," John rebutted.

"Dude, that's sick."

"Yeah, I know, dude."

"Omigod, dude."

"I know, he could, like, hear his own parents having sex!"

Melissa, who had just gotten out of class, happened by the two of them.  John suppressed his mindless guffaws and spake unto her.

"Oh, hey Melissa," he greeted her.

"Hey you guys," she said with a tight-lipped saccharine smile full of cum.

"Hey Melissa, how was your weekend?" asked Blake.

"Omigod," she enlightened them, "Me and Becky were at this club this weekend, and you know, like, we were dancing with some guys and stuff and drinking or whatever, and this like, 50-year-old man came up and started hitting on me, and I was like 'Omigod, that is so gross!' and Becky was like 'Omigod, just leave her alone, okay, like, you pervert' or whatever, so, like, the guys that we were there with were all like, 'Leave her alone, okay, she doesnt want to dance with you,' and Becky was like 'Omigod, lets just get out of here,' it was so funny."

Blake breathed through his mouth, "Yeah, me and Tom smoked so much weed this weekend.  I almost got in like, a hundred accidents driving home on 95."

John suddenly thought about something that didnt involve his penis and his head exploded.

"I'll see you later, alright," said Blake.

"Yeah, I got to go to, um, class or something," said Melissa

"Lissa," said Blake, "Yeah, Meliss."