The dance was in full swing. Fatty's Big Chance was rocking up a storm, the floor was jumping, and there lay the promise of a food fight in the air later. The girls of Teen Girl Squad were having the time of their lives...well, Cheerleader was. She'd somehow managed to get three guys to ask her out and was having a blast watching them fight over her. So-And-So was happy with how she looked (so good!) but couldn't get Tompkins to dance with her.
As for the other two, they stood against the wall looking rejected and bored.
"It really sucks that we couldn't get dates," What's-Her-Face said sadly. "If only the Four Gregs didn't have their four different cons this weekend."
"What's the use of having a crush on every boy if they won't ask you out?" The Ugly One groaned. "I wish I still had that hot makeover from my Sweet Someteen party."
"Why don't guys ever ask us out?" What's-Her-Face stared across the room at the happy dancing couples. "This dance is totally sucking."
"Hey wait a minute! Just cause we don't got dates doesn't mean we can't dance!" the curly-headed one said in a sudden fit of inspiration. "Let's dance together, What's-Her-Face!" Her friend gave her a strange look.
"But...we're both girls."
"So?"
What's-Her-Face pondered this idea for a moment. No boys were going to ask them to dance, they were either fighting over Cheerleader or drinking Cold Ones in a corner. This was the only dance where all of them had (so far) managed to stay in one piece or not get arrow'd. And standing against the wall was pretty boring.
"Okay! Sorry, wall, but you're not my date anymore," she said. The Ugly One smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling her out onto the dance floor. They decided to be each other's dates that night.
Meanwhile, the wall shed a single tear.