It’s not that I didn’t like her! It’s just… urgh. She didn’t get me at all! And then she’d start talking about all this college stuff, and I’m just… how do I tell her I work at a video store??

sliding a copy of The Breakfast Club into its slot Your life is sooo hard, Harrington. At least you can ask a girl out without getting a look like you just proposed to Satan himself.

snorts, grinning Puh-lease. As if any girl would swoon over your… what, exactly? Your French horn? Your disaster fashion sense? And let’s not forget those clusters of freckles on your face.

opens her mouth to retort

fumbles, nearly dropping a whole stack of tapes

whispers, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face Oh it’s so on, Buckley.

glaring, determined Let’s see how well you do with that Aquanet-smelling nest on your head.