"Dude, Jim and Kaylin date, and they go to different high schools," he says, dribbling the basketball as the four of them cross the street. They're all tall and good looking and wearing long shorts.
"I don't know," the saddest looking of the quartet, says, shaking his head, "I was thinking I was gonna start over when I got to high school."
"God, listen, I'm trying to help you here!" the first guy says, slapping the ball in frustration.