No Fury . . .

Author Notes: This was a difficult prompt for me. I've never been very good at building suspense and/or literary tension. I gave it a try though. Hope you like.

"So, Randy, who you here with?" Mel asked while watching himself tug a comb through his curly blond hair in the mirror.

Jessica," the tuxedo-clad Randy answered with a mirrored smirk, "and Lynnette."

"Dude, how'd you pull that off?" Mel's reflected blue eyes widened as his jaw slackened.

"Went to pick up Jess first." Randy's voice echoed around the aquamarine tile of the boys' bathroom as he threw away the paper towel he'd just dried his hands with, "and was supposed to meet Lynn here, so about half-an-hour in, I told Jess I had to talk to Coach Penn for a minute, and went to meet her. I've got it all planned, you see: half-an-hour with Jess, Half-an-hour with Lynn, and then back to Jess for half-an-hour, and so on. Piece of cake!"

"You mean, they don't know you're here with both of them?" Mel gasped.

"Nope."

"Woah."

Both teens started to make their way back to the school gym. The SGA had decorated with streamers, cloth-covered tables, and banners proclaiming the prom for the class of '01. They did not get past the first bank of lockers though, before Mel almost ran his nose into Randy's wide quarterback shoulders.

"Hey, man, what's the hold up?" Mel asked.

Randy didn't answer, and Mel came around to the side, noting the pallor of his friend's normally-tanned face. Wondering what could have spooked his friend so much, Mel followed the hazel-eyed gaze.

About ten feet up the hall, two girls, a brunette and a redhead, both in their best evening wear, blocked the doorway across the hall into the school gym, their arms crossed. Jessica's right toe tapped under pink taffeta, and Lynnette's plucked red eyebrow was raised in disdain.

"Uh, hi, girls." Randy had finally found his voice. "I can explain?"

Author Notes: The Inkwells group mentioned that they needed more "stupid little details" to help them care about the characters. More non-dialogue and description. However, the story was from the boys' point-of-view, but the girls had overheard their conversation, and therefore decided to wait outside to chew Randy out. I added in as much passing details as I could before posting the story here, but more scene description in a scene where the characters wouldn't notice that much anyway, since they've already seen the room a million times since starting high school--they're not likely to look around all that much by this point in their schooling.