"Yes, Marcus, a date. So, I have to go."
"Wow. Just - wow, Timmy, didn't know you had it in you. A'ight. G'bye."
The call ended, and Timmy went down to his living room, plaid shirt pressed and ready. He turned the TV on, and began waiting.
He received a text from an unknown number. He read through it, then half-smiled, knowingly.
Who cares, anyway, thought Timmy, turning his attention back to the TV. Charlie's Angels are better than girls.