Richie refuses to shut up about this date. With some girl you don't know and don't care about seeing some movie that maybe you'd wanted to see with him. You're not bitter at all, no matter what he says.

Richie's laying on his back on your bed, his head just hanging off the edge. "I mean, what if she wants to mack on this?" He gestures to his face. "I don't even know how that works! How pathetic is that? A junior that doesn't know how to kiss." He rambles on and on, not even seeming to care if you're listening.

He has a brilliant idea a moment later, adjusting to sit straight up in record time. "Wait. What if," he starts, in a tone that already has you shaking your head. "We kiss. As practice. It'll be good for you, too!" He looks almost ready to beg.

Actually, he is. Richie clasps his hands, shaking the prayer at you. "C'mon, for your best friend! Please, please, please? You know you can't say no to all this," he adds with a wiggle of his brows.