"Yeah, bro," Johnny replied. He dusted himself off as if bumping into Jacen had suddenly caused a giant avalanche of dirt to fall on him. "No harm no foul. What's got you so intrigued with that phone there?" And Johnny smiled. Beneath the smile though, he wore the face of a jealous green leprechaun, one whose lucky pot of gold had been stolen right from under his nose by the King of the Dorks. And going to prom with it.
Johnny wasn't too upset about prom. It would have probably been worse if he'd been a Junior too. Right now though, prom didn't even matter to him. "So. Prom. Big night. Got your shit together? You know how Annie likes it when shit is together." Not that that made any sense.