I still own nothing. Um, a few explanations. When I got paper and a pencil and really bored, I'd been kicking around this idea in my head for awhile, and in my little happy place, Laura's obsessed with Reese's and roses. And I can't help but notice how Roberto's never noticed, so he's in here too. And Jamie is cool because he's the youngest and he's finally found someone smaller than him (Laura) to goof off around. Just not too much. Oh, yes. And apologies for my typed German accent. I can do Spanish and English, but no German.

So maybe Prom was like the egg battle? Laura went in search of Sam, her human-ritual-explaining device man. He was playing Halo with Roberto, Kurt (who was losing due to his lack of extra digits), and Jamie. Oh well. They all could help.

"Hey," she said, and curled up in her favorite chair (that someone had taped a sign reading 'Laura's chair- do not sit' to the back of). "What's Prom?"

The four boys glanced at her. Roberto's soldier got defragged and died.

"Vat's Prom?" Kurt asked. Just making sure.

"Yeah," Laura shifted inher chair. She liked Kurt well enough, and the New Mutants were fine one-on-one, but all four stares at once was unnerving. "What's so special about it?"

Kurt glanced back at the game on the large television (Jamie's soldier was still driving the Warthog, which had just launched itself off the edge of a cliff), then back at Laura, who stared back with her penetrating green eyes.

"Vell, it's veally just a school dance."

"I can't go." Jamie commented unnecessarily.

"It's couples only. None of us guys- except Kurt and Scott- are going. We're having a Halo party." Roberto informed her.

"Okay, but what's with the dresses then? Jean is wearing something very pink and lacy, and I caught Bobby stealing some of my roses yesterday."

Sam fit a piece into an imaginary puzzle. "That's why he had that cast at dinner last night."

"Yeah." Laura had mained another student. Logan wasn't originally going to just let it go, but after her explanation and a promise that she wouldn't mutilate anyone else for awhile, he rolled his eyes and let her get back to her rose garden. Bobby, who learns quickly, started walking down the opposite side of the hall from her and never crossed within thirty feet of Laura's roses again.

Sam's human ritual-explaining device mechanism clicked on. "It's a dress up thing. Everyone gets all spruced up and goes to the school after awhile and dances and talks, and then they go out somewhere and do something."

"Like a thousand-person date that spans the whole city." Roberto added after killing Sam's Halo soldier for the third time in a row without Sam noticing.

"So basically- you know you were just killed three times, right?- this Prom thing is where everyone dresses up like snobby rich people with too much time on their hands and money in their pockets, parade themselves around in a hot smelly gym in the middle of a weekend, and then go do expensive versions of the same things they'd be doing anyway if it was a normal Saturday night. Wow, that sounds fun." she said sarcastically from within her cushiony chair.

"It's not like we have to worry about it," Jamie said to Laura as his soldier fried Kurt's Warthog ("Hey, I vas using zat!") and a large explosion filled both their screens. "We're both homeschooled. It's nice to have someone else around for once."

"You're only twelve anyway, Jamie, so-."

"Oh, and how old are you, Mr. Smarty Pants?" Jamie interrupted, his eyes never leaving the t.v. screen.

"Fifteen." Roberto's soldier was slightly stupid. Laura sat silently and watched the Halo game. Due to the three Stooges' killing each other, Kurt was able to employ his favorite gaming tactic- running around and stealing ammo and weapons, then shooting at his enemies from a safe distance with a rocket launcher. He gradually began winning.

There was a sound in the doorway. "Phone." Logan tossed the phone at Jamie, glanced at Laura to see if she'd massacred anyone yet, and with eyes expressing nothing, left.

"He's so creepy when he sneaks up behind you." Jamie commented, picking up the phone. "Hi, Mom!"

Kurt checked his watch. "I have to go get veady now. Who von? Oh, me. How nice." And with a small triumphant smile, Kurt teleported away. Laura wrinkled her nose at the smell.

"Well, I'll be darned," Sam said, looking at the scores displayed. Kurt's was the highest by a fairly large margin.

Laura grinned (still trying not to breathe). Someday she'd have to show them how to properly engage in warfare.