Carrie didn't have many girlfriends either, and that might have had something to do with why she was so loath to hang out with Star. Even before she'd been a bat, Carrie had preferred her guy friends to her (few) girl friends. The fact that she was friends with Kimber, the most feminine woman to have ever womaned, was largely a fluke. And Kimber had plenty of redeeming qualities. Carrie didn't know Kory well enough to really know whether she had redeeming qualities.
Carrie saw Star before she touched down, a vision of alien beauty floating down the street. Carrie couldn't help but resent the fact that Kory was gorgeous, had a chest and long legs. Carrie was short and spunky, but she wasn't stunning like Kory was. And she wouldn't ever be.
The closer Kory got, the more Carrie tried to push these petty thoughts away. "Hey Kory," Carrie took a step forward. "I didn't buy tickets yet. I figured you might want to see something." She walked over to the box office and looked at the movies listed. "I kinda wanted to see Indy... Kentucky here, I think. Is that okay?"