They say you can live a lifetime and never find love.
So I guess I was lucky.
Because true love crossed my path the first time I met the girl next door.
Winnie Cooper.
- Kevin, wait! - What's wrong?
- Isn't it kinda hot in here? - Feels fine to me.
Winnie and I'd been together longer than any couple I knew.
Still, history only goes so far. - Kevin?
Kinda like Winnie. - What's the problem?
It's just that...if we don't stop now... I'm afraid I may not be able to later.
Well that's OK, isn't it? I mean we love each other.
- Of course we do. - And we've been going together, for what, six years now?
Six-and-a-half.
Unfortunately, the mathematics of the situation were open to interpretation.
To me, they led forward, to that great unknown. But to Winnie, they led...
Do you remember when we used to ride our bikes up here when we were kids?
Back!
We did?
Yeah...before they built it all up.
Now they have all the lights down there, but it used to be all dark.
Oh...yeah.
See, the great thing about us was that we had this past together.
And we went down the hill - we didn't even pedal - we would just glide.
The bad thing about us was that we had this past together.
You know, Winnie, you just changed the subject.
From what?
Never mind.
Not that I minded being part of Winnie's past.
It's just, when it came to who I was... She seemed to regard me as a known quantity.
Eleventh-grade...Where yesterday's boys battled to become tomorrow's men.
It's a game played for nothing less than image, status, and manhood.
Not to mention reputation.
I think I'm going to give Carol Masuchi another chance this weekend.
- Oh, you mean she finally returned your calls? - Hey! She...called me.
Face it. Every day was a trial, by a jury of your peers.
Chuck, how'd your date go with Marilyn last night?
Well, you know. Was fun.
- Fun? - Yeah. Well...we did stuff.
- Well, what kind of stuff? - You know...
stuff.
And those who left themselves exposed bore the full wrath of the adolescent mob.
It could be brutal. - Hey, come on. Lay off him.
But never so brutal as when the mob turned on you.
You're right, Arnold. Maybe we should be talking about you and the Coopster.
- What?! - I mean you guys have been together for a long time.
Uh, you want to give us some pointers?
- Well... At times like this...The only thing to do was hope for a last minute reprieve.
- Oh, wow, look at the time. Gotta run. - Uh, yeah! Sorry, guys, I gotta go.
Yeah, yeah...
But still, if proving yourself in the locker room was tough...
Norma, which one of these ties should I take with me?
Oh, don't worry, honey. I'll pack for you.
The homefront was no picnic, either.
- You're gonna be alright, aren't you, honey? - Mom, please.
- Well, with Wayne gone until Saturday... - Mom! You're only going to be gone one night.
My parents were taking a trip out of town. Which for me, meant one thing...
There's meals in the freezer for ya, honey. And they're all labelled.
Mom, please..give me a little credit. I can take care of myself...I'm sixteen years old!
- Congratulations. - Thanks!
Just don't forget to take out the trash.
All in all, a resounding vote of confidence.
- Come on. I mean, who did these people think I was?
So I had an empty house to myself. What were my parents worried about?
Suddenly...I understood their concern.
- Winnie, hi! - Oh, hi!
Listen. I was wondering if you wanted to study for the SAT's tonight.
Tonight?
Uh, yeah. I-I figured...it was about time...we started getting ready.
- For the test. - OK! Where do you want to meet?
Uh, w-I don't know, anywhere...
How about my house?
- OK! Bingo!
OK, as long as it's alright with your parents.
Sure! Definitely.
Just one little detail.
I mean, it would be if they weren't out of town.
But, you know, it's not gonna be like the neighbors won't be around, or anything.
But who was I kidding? No way she was gonna fall for this pathetic ruse.
- That's fine! - Really?
Sure! We're just gonna study, right?
- Absolutely. - Great! Then I'll see you tonight.
And with that - the date was made. The trap was set.
OK...what's the opposite of parsimonious "A" fastidious, "B" considerate..."C" generous, or "D" none of the above?
- Kevin... - Want some pretzels, or something?
Kevin, you know you're never going to know all this when it's time to take the test.
Winnie, what's to know?
I mean it's a stupid test! All you have to do is show up on time, and bring some sharpened number two pencils.
Kevin, it's a little more difficult than that!
Right. You have to fill in those little circles.
OK, so much for the small talk. It was time to get...dangerous.
Winnie. Let's...do something else.
- Like what? - Well, like...go in the living room.
For starters.
Kevin? You really didn't invite me over here to study, did you?
No...It's just that we have this whole house to ourselves...
- And I thought that... - Oh...
Look, Winnie...We've been together a long time, and...
And the guys are starting to talk.
Kevin, it isn't a secret - girls talk too, ya know.
All the time.
Well, like...what do you say when you...talk?
Well, I say that we've been together along time, and that we care about each other,
and that things between us are great.
Oh!
Why, what do you say?
I, uh...say the same.
Yeah. More or less.
And so after all my attempts at intrigue, and danger, and seduction...
Winnie and I ended up like we always did. Reminiscing.
Do you remember the first time we saw this movie?
I guess...
I was sick with the flu, and you came over to keep me company.
Yeah...
Still, in a way, it wasn't all bad.
We must have watched five movies that week.
Seven. You visited me every day.
Fact was, it felt pretty good, sitting there, holding her, away from school, and the guys, and the locker room.
I should really call my parents. They don't know where I am.
No, let's watch a little more. You can call them later.
After all, there was no need to hurry...we had plenty of time.
We didn't see the end of the movie.
We didn't even hear the phone.
Because that night, Winnie and I had done something we had never done together before.
We fell asleep.
Coming...coming...
Hello? Oh! Hi, Mom!
Yeah, yeah, of course I'm up...I've been up for hours...
Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
I'm just getting ready for school... OK, I'll see you tonight. Bye.
And that's when it hit me.
Oh, my God.
Somehow Winnie and I had slept through the whole night.
Oh, my God!
I had to be calm - the voice of reason.
I had to wake her gently, so she wouldn't -
Winnie! Wake up! It's seven o'clock! We slept in!
Panic. "Wake Up, Little Suzie" - The Everly Brothers
Fear is a great motivator...terror is even better.
Kevin, slow down!
But I couldn't. All I could imagine what awaited us...angry parents, outraged neighbors, maybe even the National Guard.
Or...maybe nothing at all.
There's no one here!
Who would be here at seven o'clock in the morning?
Well...you know, the mailman, the paperboy...
- Kevin, relax. - Well, should I come in with you?
No, that's OK. It'd probably just make things worse. I'll take care of this.
See you at school.
And at that moment...
Looking into those eyes...I knew things would be OK.
I mean, hey, what was the absolute worst that could happen?
- You told them?! - Of course I told them!
You mean you told them the truth?
I told them what happened. That we fell asleep on your couch.
Course, I should have been relieved, but...
- I can't believe you told them that! - Why? /- Well...
Jeez, we we're red-blooded teenagers. Hadn't they considered the possibilities?
- What did they say? - Not much. They trust us.
What's that supposed to mean?
- Kevin, they knew nothing happened. - Oh.
And the funny thing was, just when I was supposed to feel off the hook...I felt insulted.
The truth was, they were really relieved to hear I was with you.
Great.
- So I guess everything turned out OK! - Yeah.
- I'll seeya at lunch? - Yeah.
Yeah.
They say for every action... There is an equal an opposite reaction.
When your sixteen, and your manly pride has been shrivelled...
There's only one thing to do...
Kevin!
Playing a little bit rough out there, eh, Arnold?
Hey! If you can't handle it, why don't you go play badminton with the girls?!
OK, maybe I was a little out of control. I had my reasons.
- You OK? - Yeah. Why?
Oh, I don't know, just looked like you were going to take a life out there.
Ah, I don't know. I'm just feeling...frustrated.
Uh-oh...
I mean, I'm just having a bad day.
But it was too late. I'd broken the first rule of the locker room.
What's the matter, Arnold.
Trouble...in paradise?
Yes, is...Winnie shutting you out?
Well, uh, no, no.
It's just, we...she and I, uh, just...
- You know. - Come on, Kev.
Tell us something interesting.
We're waiting, Arnold.
Woops.
Or is there really just nothing to tell?
Now everything within me told me to keep my mouth shut.
But somehow, the way those guys were looking at me...It just slipped out.
Hey, for your information, Winnie was over at my house last night.
- Whoa! - All night...
And?
Hey, use your imagination.
Which of course, they did... What little they had.
Is this true?
Yeah of course it's true.
And with that, I became a god.
But...Just don't tell anyone, OK?
Our lips are sealed.
And the most amazing part is... I actually believed them.
By lunchtime I had pretty much forgotten about the whole thing.
- I'll get some napkins. - I'll meet you at the table.
Everything felt right. With me, with Winnie...
- Hey, Arnold? Until my fan club arrived.
- You want to tell us about you and Cooper? - What?
What are you talking about?
Come on, Arnold. Fill us in on the details.
Get lost, Steuben!
Suddenly I was getting this queasy feeling...
And it wasn't the goulash.
Hey, Steuben. I thought I told you not to tell anyone.
Well, hey! If your gonna walk the walk, you got to talk the talk.
Get outta my way!
But I was too late.
Mrs. Cooper? Hi, this is - Kevin. Is Winnie there?
By that night, nothing had changed.
Yeah...I understand...Sorry.
Face it - I needed help.
Kevin!
I thought I told you to throw out the trash!
Oh. Sorry.
Still, I guess help is where you find it.
- Dad? - Yeah?
I have to talk to you about something that happened here last night.
What is it?
Winnie came over last night, and...
And so I recounted the whole sorry tale.
Hoping for some advice. And maybe a little sympathy.
After all...My dad had been sixteen once. He'd been in locker-rooms.
He knew what the guys were like.
Women, huh?
I mean, what am I supposed to do?
But if I was looking for someone to back me up...
Get in your car, go over and apologize right away.
I came up short.
You think she'll listen?
I wouldn't.
- Hi. I knew what I had to do...apologize.
Winnie, listen.
I've given this a lot of thought, and...what I did was wrong.
It's just that...the guys were really getting on me...and I know it's no excuse...
but I guess I...kinda let them get the wrong idea about us.
OK, I definitely let them get the wrong idea about us.
But ya gotta understand something, Winnie.
You know when guys...get together, sometimes things get a little out of control...
I mean...not necessarily in this case, but...sometimes...
You know what I mean.
Anyway, I'll take care of it. I promise.
- How? - What?
How can you fix something like this?
Look, can we talk about this inside?
- Sure! - Great.
Because my parents aren't home. So if you want me you got me!
Come on, Kevin! This is what you were in such a hurry about, wasn't it?
Now's your chance!
Winnie!
Winnie. Can't we just go back to the way things used to be, and just forget about all this?
And after all the times I wanted to hear her to say "yes"...
No. We can't.
They say hindsight is twenty-twenty, and I guess it's true.
Because as I stood outside Winnie's house that night, I suddenly saw it all so clearly.
I'd sold both of us short...by taking something most people never have, and throwing it away for something less.
I'd been in such a rush to impress people who really didn't matter, I'd torn apart the only ones who did.
Us.
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