"It starts out with a kiss, even though you're only friends--"
"You LIKE it!" Sam stopped dancing with Toby so he could yell at Chris, who had been singing. "You bitch about having to listen to Gary Pucket and yet you know the WORDS!"
Looking sheepish, Chris grabbed Toby away from Sam and grumbled, "Give me back my damn girlfriend."
After he finished eating his Fig Newton, Gordie looked over at Mattie. She was biting her nails and looking she was in pain. "Why does your brother listen to girl music?"
A delighted smile suddenly lighting up her face, she informed him, "He's a hermaphrodite."
"Well, I didn't need to know that."
"Come on," she said, meeting his eye and crawling off Sam's bed, where she had been sitting next to Gordie. When she and Toby had rejoined the guys, Sam was subjecting Chris and Gordie to his beloved Gary Pucket. Immediately, Sam had swept Toby up and forced her to dance with him to his favorite song, "Don't Give in to Him." Mattie took a seat next to Gordie and wallowed in self-pity as the devil-music burned holes in her eardrums.
"Where are we going?" Gordie asked, following behind her faithfully.
She turned back to him, a smirk playing with the corners of her lips. "My room."
A tattered comic book hit Gordie in the back of the head. "Piss off!" he growled.
Chris smiled innocently. "I did not throw anything at your head. It was Toby. I give you full permission to throw her out of the window."
Toby glared. "I loathe you."
"You love me. Don't kid yourself." As Gordie turned to leave, Chris threw a half-eaten apple at him. "Who gave you permission to leave, Lachance?"
Mattie grabbed Gordie by his sleeve and continued to lead him out of the room. "I did."
"Ooooh," Toby giggled. "Romance blooms!"