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WIrt fiddled with his collar. Maybe it looks good this way. No, that way. This just looks silly, he thought as he adjusted his collar back to its previous position. He had been in the mirror for the past hour preparing for his date with Sara. Maybe if I…. he played with his hair. Oh God it’s a mess! He frantically began push his hair back into place. This was his first official date with Sara and he wanted everything to be perfect. In fact, it was his first date ever (not unless he counted that “lunch date” he had with Katy in 3rd grade during recess). The fact that this was the beginning of his love life was driving him insane. And this picnic date with Sara was icing on the cake.
All of a sudden, Greg burst through the bathroom door. “Are you sure I can’t come along?!” Greg asked enthusiastically. “I have plenty of candy and I can bring along Jason Funderburker and I’ll make sure that-” “We talked about this before,” Wirt butt in. “You know I plan on spending some alone time with Sara. The last thing I want is her thinking is that this isn’t a date. That would be like if you told Jason Funderburker that you’d throw him a party, and then threw one for your rock instead.” Jason Funderburker (the frog) croaked in agreement in Greg’s hands.
“I guess you’re right,” said Greg trying not to sound too disappointed. “But here, take this!” He shoved his Rock Facts rock into Wirt’s hands. “He can be your lucky charm! If you run out of things to talk about with Sara, he tell you plenty of rocks facts to keep her entertained.” Wirt glanced at the rock and then looked up to see his younger brother’s hopeful face. “And that’s a rock fact” Greg added in his best pseudo deep voice he could muster. Deciding it would be more trouble telling him no, he accepted his gift and pocketed the rock. “Thanks Greg,” he said as he kneeled down to ruffle his hair. “I’m sure it will come in handy.” With that, Greg took off at breakneck speed cradling Jason Funderburker. “I almost forgot it’s your lunch time!” He yelled as he went to prepare lunch for his reptilian friend.
Wirt turned back to the mirror. You can do this, he thought. I mean, she seems to like you back. “Everything is going to be fine,” he said to himself aloud as he turned the rock in his pocket. With that, he walked to the kitchen to pack his picnic basket. “Sparkling cider, check. Ice pack, check. Chips, candy, and flowers, check. Nutella banana sandwiches, check. Let’s see. Hmmmmmm…. I need to get the kites.” Soon Wirt was off to his room in search where he misplaced his kites. Jason Funderburker was lazily finishing his mini tray of dead flies on the kitchen counter while step-dad chastised Greg in the living room for not picking up his legos from the floor. Out of curiosity, Jason crawled over to the basket and hopped inside it, burrowing beneath to contents to try and find the source of the sweet scent.
“Okay, here we go,” Wirt said as he tossed the kites into the basket and bolted for the door. “I’m leaving!” He yelled to his step-dad and Greg. “Have fun!” his step-dad yelled. “Go get ‘em tiger!” yelled Greg and winked at him. Wirt felt weird about that. We should really monitor what shows Greg watches, he thought.