"Because. You can go drink your beer and smoke your cigs with your friends, okay?" I said, giving him a fake smile. "No! I want to hang out with you and your friends!" He called. "But I'm a goody two shoes," I raised my eyebrows. "And I'm a bad boy," he raised his eyebrows back. "Mhm, and good girls and boys don't mix." He laughed, "Maybe in romance, but fun.. Oh yes we mix!"