To Dance Again ~A StarKid Love Story~

Sally and I were singing along with the radio, driving to McDonalds. “There's a stranger in ma bed, there's a pounding in ma head, glitter all over the room, pink flamingos in the pool. I smell like a minibar, Dj's passed out in the yard, Barbies on the barbecue, this a hickey or a bruise? Pictures of last night ended up online, I'm screwed. Oh well. It's a blacked out blur but I'm pretty sure it ruled...”
“So,” Sally said, turning down the radio.
“What?” I asked, checking my hair in the mirror on the visor thingy. I had it in teased pigtails, so it was all poofy, but it liked to flatten out sometimes. I swear, my hair is bipolar.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?”
“Sally, you're the one that convinced me to do it,” I said, snapping the visor closed.
“I know, I know. But if you really don't want to do it, it won't hurt my feelings.”
“Shut up Salad. I'm doin it, and that's that.” I knew she could feel my glare, even with her eyes glued on the road.
“Okay,” she said. And that was the end of it. We kept singing along to Katy Perry.
When we got to McDonalds, Last Friday Night was still stuck in our heads.
“Yeah we danced on table tops, I think we kissed but I forgot, last Friday night,” we sang as we walked into the restaurant. People stared at us. “Yeah we maxed our credit cards, and got kicked out of the bar...” I spotted the StarKids. They were staring at us too.
“Oh my, how ironic,” I said, and laughed. “I forgot that Darren was in the video.”
“Mhhm, me too,” Sally said. “Come on.” She started toward the StarKids. I grabbed her belt loop and pulled her back.
“Nope,” I said. “You are not a square. You don't belong to the company of squares.”
“What the hell?” she asked, but I just pushed past her. She tried to grab /my / belt loop, but I danced out of the way and slid into one of the StarKid booths. She crossed her arms and pouted. I stuck my tongue out at her.
“Mwahahahaha,” I laughed. “You lose, loser.” Then I turned to the other people occupying the booth. “Oh dear.”
I was sitting beside Walker, with Lauren on his other side. Joey was sitting across from Lauren, Bonnie from Walker, and Joe Moses across from me. And all of them were laughing. I just sat there, staring at them, until they calmed down.
“That wasn't really something I expected,” Walker said, shaking his head.
“Yeah, probably not.” I shrugged. “Hey, Salad!”
“What?” she asked, walking back to the booth from the ordering counter thingy.
“Get my food for me.”
“Why should I do that?”
“Cuz you love me,” I said, batting my eyelashes a little. She rolled her eyes, but went back to order.
“You call her Salad?” Joey asked me.
“Yup. Her name's Sally,” I said, as if that explained everything. It kinda did.
He nodded, and then turned back to his food.
“Amber! Yo, Hooker Face!” I heard Sally call out a minute later. I turned around in my seat.
“What?”
“Come get your own food! I ain't carrying it for you.” I sighed and went up to get my chicken biscuits. Sally tried to take my seat, again, but I pulled her hair.
“Fail,” I said, almost spilling my drink on myself as I slid into the booth. Sally was rubbing her head. She looked around for a sec, and then pulled a chair up.
“Wait a minute,” Bonnie said. “Get up, Moses.” He did, and she slid out. “Sally, you can take my seat.”
“That's nice of you,” Sally said, “but you don't have to.”
“Just sit down,” I said. “Don't be a triangle.”
“I'm not- whatever.” Sally took Bonnie's seat. Then she jumped when Joey spoke.
“Sally, is it?” he asked her. I could see her start to melt, probably from being in such close contact with that crooked jaw of his. I never could understand her obsession with it. I threw a piece of biscuit at her. It hit her just above her eyebrow.
“Oh, yes, it is,” she said, startled out of her daydreaming. “Thank you,” she mouthed to me when Joey wasn't looking. Bonnie was, though. When Sally realized that, she looked at her with a pleading look on her face. Bonnie nodded, the look on her face saying she understood. Sally relaxed and started to eat her pancakes.
“Hey Lauren,” I said.
“Yes?” She looked up.
“What do I have to do?” I asked, crumpling up wrapper of my first chicken biscuit.
“What do you mean?”
“Ya know, what do I have to do to be in StarKid?”
“Well,” she said, wiping her mouth. “You're gonna have to audition again. But we'll leave that for after breakfast.” I nodded my head, agreeing with her.
“Wait,” Walker said. “We already know she has talent, why make her do it again?”
“Because,” Joey said. “It's the rules.”
“Really, it's fine,” I said.
“If you say so,” he murmured, shrugging. We ate the rest of our breakfast in silence, except for the occasional “Ow!” from Sally when I threw the same piece of biscuit at her over and over for not paying attention to what she was doing.