You had agreed to go on a double date with your friend Heather McNamara. So, you did. Your "dates" were Kurt Kelley and Ram Sweeney. You hated them, but you told her you'd come with. So you tried to stick it out. You ended up leaving them covered in cow shit. You stood by a tree at the top of the hill where you guys were at the bottom of. They had taken you two cow tipping. It was torture.

You stood there, covered in cow shit. You huffed. You felt exasperated and upset. That was, until you heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle. You looked towards the way top of the hill, where your boyfriend, JD, stood. He asked what was going on, and you explained to him that you had agreed to come. Not willingly. He huffed, holding his hand out for you to take it.

"Our love is God. Now, let's go get a slushy."