Make Babies

Jack sat back and set his pen down next to his paper. He had just spent the past half an hour of his study hall writing a letter—a love letter. It was to his best friend's sister, at that! He, Jack Kelly, was turning into some sissy love-letter-writer for his best friend's sister. She wasn't even in his league!

Still, he had spent a long, laborious half of an hour working on it, and he fully intended to deliver it. So, he leaned forward to read it one last time before folding it up to stick in her locker between classes:

Dear Sarah,
I love you. Make babies. Better yet, my babies.
Love,
Jack.

Satisfied with his work—even the penmanship was better than normal!—Jack folded the letter up and stuck it in his pocket, ready and waiting for the end of class bell to ring.