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SEX ED.
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When there came a knock at the door of the anterroom, the only person in there was Tanya Panda so inevitable she was the one to open the door.
Standing in the door was none other than Travis McTavish, the cutest guy in the whole school.
"Hi!" said Tanya, a little too chirpily for her liking, "Can I help you?"
"Yeh," Travis said, flashing a smile, "I was wondering if George is around?"
"George?" Tanya said dumbly.
"Yeh, George Goodwin," Travis peered into the room, "I was told I could find him here."
"He's in the washroom," Tanya replied, still very shocked.
"Cool. Could you tell him to meet me in the cafeteria at noonhour? It's really important."
"Uh, sure thing."
"Thanks."
And then he left. And then she jumped up and down, screaming wildly. And then George came in. He joined her.
"What are we screaming about?!" George asked excitedly.
"You know Travis McTavish!" Tanya said, jumping to a hault. "How do you know him?"
"Travis... Oh yeh, chaa, he's in the comic club," George smiled. "Why? Did he come by?"
"Yes! He wants to meet you in the cafeteria at noonhour."
"Oh yeh! Of course, he wanted to buy Normal Man #3 from me before the big party tonight."
"Party?"
"Yeh. He asked me to come, I would but I got nobody to go with," George sighed, "I gotta go get the comic from my locker. See you later Tanya."
"Wait! Wait George!"
"Huh? What?"
"Well, if you wanted to go to the party, you could take me," Tanya said hopefully, "But only if you *really* wanted to."
"Hey yeh!" George grinned, "That's a great idea! I'll take you! Thanks Tanya."
Tanya smiled as she watched George leave.
"No Georgie, thank YOU!" Then she did a little dance (the happy canadian dance) and flopped down onto the couch.
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"So," George said as the taxi pulled up next to Travis' house, "I figured it'd be good if we all came, experiance the party together."
"I think it's great," Tanya said, "Even if all we could scrounge up was Roger."
Roger shot her a mock-hurt look. "Well... it's not like I didn't have anything to do. I just rather hang out with you guys."
"Rather hang out with us... than stay home watching tv?" Tanya asked.
Roger blushed.
The three found themselves in a large living room, being greeted by Travis, given drinks of Coke and seated on a couch.
"My drinks tastes a little funny," Tanya murmured. The three exchanged glances, shrugged and downed their drinks.
"Woo," Roger muttered, "I feel kinda funky..."
"It's kinda a burning in my tummy," George said, "But a good burning I think..."
"My head feels very light..." Tanya muttered.
"Ohboy..." Roger frowned as he saw the bottle on the table, "Is that?"
"Aren't they a little underaged to be drinking rum?" Tanya asked.
"Rum and Coke actually," Travis said in a drunken slur, stumbling passed with Wendy Gwendolyn in tow. "If you'll excuse us, we're gonna go make babies!"
"I think I know why our drinks taste funny!" Roger said. He raised his hand in mock-importance and said in a deep mock-important voice: "Our drinks are Rum mixed with Coke. We have been drinking alcohol ever since we got here." He then proceeded to fall into a fit of giggles. "This doesn't make me an alcoholic does it? I sure hope not! I mean I gotta be at LEAST 30 before that and I don't think I'm quite there yet!"
"Tanyaaaa," George muttered, eyes already a little hazy, "How can they make babies I thought only storks made babies!"
"See there's these motions that people go through," Tanya said in her own drunken slur, "It starts off with kissing nice and slowly like this..." Tanya leaned over Roger's lap and kissed George on the mouth verrry slowly, then pulled away with her student awestruck. "And then, you kinda rub ther' shoulders and stuff like this..." Tanya reached up and touched Roger's arms, massaging them slowly and working her way up his arms to his shoulders, "And then you kiss them again..." She kissed Roger (also on the mouth), but not as slowly as before. "And THEN, you reach down, aaand..."
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Morgan was sitting in the anterroom when George and Roger entered.
"God, you guys look awful," she said, "What happened to you?"
"Ahh Morgan," Roger muttered as he and George flinched, "Don't talk so loud."
"Sorry..."
"Travis' party..." George said.
"Wait a second, you guys went to Travis McTavish's party?"
"Yeh, so?" Roger muttered, squinting up at her.
"No wonder you guys look so bad. You are probably hung over. Travis' parties are all drinking parties. You guys went to a drinking party? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"
"We didn't know it was a drinking party! I thought it was just a normal party!" George whined, clutching his aching head.
"How could you NOT know? I mean..." Morgan paused, "Nevermind I forgot who I was talking to for a second there. Well, at least something bad didn't happen."
"Oh, great," Roger groaned.
"What?"
"Now you jinxed it! Something bad is gonna happen!" said George.
"George, that's ridiculous! What could happen?"
Just then, the door slammed open and Tanya ran in. She collapsed between George and Roger on the couch, crying.
"YOU SEE!" George shrieked, "YOU CURSED US!"
Roger rubbed Tanya on the back, getting a strange feeling of de ja vu, as George brushed her hair out of the way of her face.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Roger asked.
"Tanya, are you okay? What happened?" George asked.
Tanya hugged George fiercely, proclaiming just above a whisper.
"Guys. From last night... I think I'm pregnant."
George's face took on a perminant stun and Roger's eyes grew huge.
"Well," George said, "If you're pregnant then I guess I gotta do the right thing. Don't worry Tanya, I won't run out on you and my kid." George gave her a smile and kissed her on the cheek.
"Hey wait a second," Roger said, suddenly defensive, "George, who's to say it's yours? It could be mine."
"What?" George said, "Of course it's mine!"
"It could be mine," Roger said, "YOU were drunk!"
"So were you!"
"It could be mine!"
"It could be mine!"
The two boys scowled at each other.
"Let's settle this humanly," Roger muttered and the two turned to Tanya, "Okay Tanya is it mine?"
"Or mine?" George said.
Tanya cast her head down slightly, "Well..." she said quietly, "I was just as out of it as you guys were. I have no idea whose it is."
A/N: DUN! DUN! DUN! Hehehe...