"I have an idea." James put his lucky comb back in his jacket pocket. He spoke loudly – a little too loudly because customers in the supermarket parking lot were giving him odd stares. "In my dream about Gustavo Rocque we all had hot girlfriends. I dated this gorgeous Hollywood starlet named Amber."

"I bet she was a blonde." Kendall spoke as loudly as James. He returned shopping carts to the front of the store.

"Actually, she was a brunette," James said. "But you dated a hot model named Sabrina. She was a blonde."

"I'm beginning to like your dream, James." Kendall grinned as he put his arm around James' shoulder. "Tell me more."

"Logan scored a date with Phoebe Nachee, the hot math genius he's always talking about." James continued speaking loudly, ignoring the odd stares from customers.

The fighting stopped. Logan's eyes grew wide as he stared up at James and Kendall. "I had a date with Phoebe Nachee? The Phoebe Nachee?"

"Would I lie to you?" James asked, returning to his normal voice. He flashed his one-hundred-watt smile as he stared down at Logan.

Logan jumped up and dusted himself off. "I've practically memorized her book. I sure would love to discuss the Pythagorean Theorem with her."

Carlos stood up. "Tell me about my hot girlfriend, James. What was her name? Did she love skateboarding and playing hockey and talking about guy stuff? And on a scale of one-to-ten, ten being the hottest, how hot was she?"

"Ooh." James made a face.

"It's okay if she's not the greatest skateboarder."

"It's not that, Carlos," James said. "I might have been slightly hasty in saying we all had hot girlfriends."

"What are you saying, James?" Carlos asked. He looked hurt. "Was my girlfriend ugly or something?"

"She definitely wasn't ugly," James said.

"Then what was wrong with her?"

"She didn't exist. Okay?"

"What?"

"You didn't have a girlfriend, Carlos. Nobody would go out with you."

"What!" Carlos looked incredulous. "I couldn't even get a date in your dream?" He threw his hands up in defeat. "Man! I might as well tell my guidance counselor I want to be a monk for all the luck I have with finding a girlfriend!"

"Hey, I'm sorry. Okay?"

"Chill out." Logan stepped between James and Carlos. James had struck a nerve with Carlos, and Logan hadn't helped matters by bringing up Laura Bridger.

"Hey, Buddy." Logan put his arm around Carlos' shoulder. "Don't make any rash career moves yet. There's a girl out there for you."

"Easy for you to say," Carlos said. "You and Kendall and James have dates for Prom."

"Well I wouldn't have a date for Prom if it weren't for James. After Laura went back to England, he introduced me to Camille." Logan snapped his fingers. "That's it!"

"What's it?" Kendall asked.

"Kendall, how did you meet Jo?" Logan asked.

"In my biology class," Kendall said. "Mr. Hollister made us lab partners."

"Bad example," Logan said.

"What are you getting at, Logan?" Kendall asked.

"Out of the four of us, who knows the most girls?" Logan asked.

"Me," James said.

"And out of the four of us, who keeps a little black book with, er, shall we say the hottest prospects at Apple Valley High?" Logan asked.

"Me, again," James said. "But I don't see –"

. Kendall grinned. "Where there's a little black book full of hot prospects is a girl for Carlos."

"Oh, no!" James exclaimed. "No can do. That book is sacred."

"You mean James will fix me up with a totally hot date?" Carlos practically beamed at this possibility.

"Not just a date, Carlos," Kendall said. "A date for Prom."