Woodie and Francis decided to head to the park. It was a nice day, and Woodie wanted to spend more time with the cute guy who save her life. And get to know him better.

"So," she began as they walked. "How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

Woodie smiled to herself.

"What about you, cutie?"

Woodie blushed. "Fourteen."

Francis nudged her. "Hot."

Woodie grabbed his hand and interlocked their fingers. 

"Hey, look," Francis pointed to a bench. "Let's have a sit."

The two sat together. Woodie blushed like crazy when their knees touched. Then, he made her blush even more when he put his hand on her knee.

"So, do you go to Soutown High?" Woodie asked.

"Yeah, sweet place."

"Do you know Duckie?"

Francis' eyes grew wide. "Y-yeah." He bit his lip. "Why do you ask?"

"He's my brother. Super weird and annoying." Woodie sighed. "Did you know that he thinks he has fish in his head?"

Francis shook his head. "I didn't know that."

Woodie was about to talk when she felt Francis' hand slide a bit up her thigh. She blushed a lot and looked at him.

"Kiss me again," she said. Francis smirked and kissed her on her lips. Woodie smiled and kissed him again, this time, her tongue breaking through his lips and into his mouth. He pressed closer.

Woodie pressed against Francis. She loved how this felt. That she was loved. 

Francis ran his hand further up Woodie's thigh. She felt it, and kept kissing this amazing person.

She felt his finger loop around the top of her Levi's. She looked around the par. It was empty except for the two. Francis' finger went around to the front of Woodie's jeans and started fiddling with the button.

No, Woodie thought. I can't do this.

She pressed away from Francis.

"What's wrong, sexy?" he asked. Woodie bit her lip.

"I can't do this."

Francis looked Woodie dead in her eyes.

"Repeat that. To my face."

Woodie opened her mouth to say it, but Francis added, "To the guy who saved your life."

Woodie stopped. What was this?! She owed him, yes, but he wouldn't expect her to really-

Before she could even finish her thought, Francis undid her jeans button and was unzipping them. Woodie tried to get up and go away, but Francis grabbed her wrist and wouldn't let go.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Woodie yelled. Francis laughed.

"You owe me, babe. This is how you'll repay me."

Woodie started screaming. She sounded like a baby, but Francis was already done unzipping her Levi's and was working them down her thighs. "Help me!"

Suddenly, a man ran over and saw what happened. Francis looked up from his 'work' and saw a man he had seen to many times.

"You shitbag!" Mr. Tuesday yelled. "I'm calling the cops!"

He.ran over to Woodie and Francis and he kicked Francis to the grass.

"Look, kid, fix your pants and run home!" Mr. Tuesday said to Woodie, who did exactly as he said. She ran off, and Mr. Tuesday dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"