“You’re so lucky Billy asked you to the dance. He’s a Jonas Brother.”

“I know,” Laura blushed. “Who are you hoping will ask you?”

“Just hoping to be asked,” Amy said shyly.

“Seth?” Laura teased.

“He’s over. He’s Billy Joel – yesterday’s man.”

“Yeah, sad that he already passed his prime. Luke?”

“Soon to be a song by The Smiths,” Amy dismissed.

“James?”

“Marilyn Manson?”

“Yeah, he is kind of scary,” Laura agreed, looking around the cafeteria. “Adam?”

“He’s too much like that song Jeremy. One day, he’ll just go all Columbine on us.”

“We have such a strange school,” Laura said thoughtfully. “Tim?”

“Higher than Pete Doherty.”

“Matt?”

“That’d be OK. He’s kinda John Mayer.”

“Shush. Bob’s coming over.”

“He is?” Amy gasped. “He is so Justin Timberlake.“

“Keep the ‘wardrobe malfunctions’ to a minimum,” giggled Laura, stopping only because she was sure Bob had heard. Amy threw her a dirty look, then instantly became sweetness itself as she looked at Bob.