Ummm… how about the song “I could not ask for more” by Edwin McCain. I just love this song… it is so sweet. It’s on the Message In a Bottle Soundtrack
I’m Baloo. I’m the six-footer who hasn’t realized yet (and won’t until college) that he isn’t the preferred punching bag of all the school bullies since he shot up 6" last summer.
I’m the geeky, shy fellow who still hasn’t figured out that women might be able to like him despite his (better than he imagines) looks. I view any sort of flirtation directed at me with deep mistrust, ever since that time The Most Beautiful Girl In School chatted me up, then laughed when I expressed more than a passing interest in her. (Yeah, and it was a belly laugh, too!)
I’m the guy who reads science fiction books in class and still passes because he memorized the textbook in the first week of school just to get it out of the way. I spent most of last summer vacation visiting the library. I have the Dewy decimal system memorized so I can go straight from the door to the books that interest me.
The Algebra teacher thinks I’m not applying myself because I can look at the equations and understand them as if they were a sentence written in English. I can’t explain how I got the answer any more than you could explain how you remember to breathe when you’re asleep. You just do.
I don’t hang with any particular crowd, but wind up on the fringes of several cliques – not as any sort of member. I’m more of a weird guy they tolerate because they like my sense of humor. Some of the girls might even have a crush on me, but I’d never know it because where romance is concerned, I make a brick appear paper-thin.
~~Baloo
I walk into Swiddles’ party, dressed in a tight black corset which pushes my breasts way up, and a short violet a-line mini skirt. I saunter over to Balance, walk behind the bar, and ask for a rum and coke while taking a cherry from the bar and playing with it in my mouth.
I’m Ms. Robyn. I’m the token Jewish liberal in a school full of conservative Christians. I’m also a contributor to the literary magazine, where I distinguished myself not by writing an annoying Teen Kvetch, but for a light and witty essay titled “Peanut Butter is Zen”. I’m the one voted Most Likely to Self-Destruct and also the One Most Likely to be a Pain in the ass. I can be found in my usual garb of a t-shirt, bluejeans and tennis shoes. Although I carry a small torch for the editor of the paper, I am considered one of the guys. Sigh Such is life. 
Robin
I’m the kid that no one really knows, that dresses plainly, that hasn’t talked to anyone except a select few since 8th grade. Most think I’m cynical, sarcastic and shy. Others know better. I eat lunch alone, since that’s my one opprotunity of the day to get away from everyone. I get grades like Milo, but want to do better, if only so I can make a speech at graduation and tell everyone to fuck off. The school could use a little shaking up. I think I’ll go join Swiddles’ party, since I make a point of not attending any school social functions.
<deftly prepares a rum and Coke and hands it to ssskuggiii; spits a neatly braided cherry stem into the trash, arches an eyebrow, and offers a lopsided smile>
Nice outfit, but don’t you find it a little…restrictive?
I’ll be hanging out at Swiddles’ party, having asked three guys to prom, and having them all turn me down. Being a follower of the “three strikes and you’re out” rule, I give up on going.
However, even BEING at Swiddles’ party, I’ll be hanging out in the corner, watching everyone, but not having the nerve to actually get up and talk to people. I’d like to get up and join Balance behind the bar, since I don’t drink, but I’m too shy.
Balance, behind the bar sounds…um, good, except nobody better ask me to mix a drink. Beer I can handle, though I don’t touch a drop myself.
::Blushes furiously::
::Sigh, looking at 501s & paint-stained shirt, then back at ssskuggiii. Decides to surrender to the inevitable. 
::
Hey, Falc, c’mon over here, I could use some support. 
I’m that blonde haired girl in glasses that zooms by you to get to Marching Band practice (2nd chair, 1st trumpet since someone else took my first place position 
But just you wait till our next test, I’ll be Queen of the Mountain again)…then zooms by to get to musical practice, not having a really high part because of course it’s the biased-toward-Choir Choir teacher that’s running it and my band teacher’s only doing choreography. And though I’m really a good singer and just hate being in Choir, I get stuck in the chorus, bleh. Then I zoom by you to get to my academic competitions practice…zoom by to get to Spell Bowl practice…and then finally top off my Wednesday nights being copy/managing editor of the school paper. Screw being editor in chief, I’m the one really in charge with ordering things, giving final say on pages and just generally running it all
In class I’m quiet and sit near the back. The teachers don’t really like this till they see my first assignment, then I’m their ‘example’ for the rest of the year. I do enjoy reading Shakespeare in my English class, though, and being a pet does have its advantages, because I always get Juliet and Hamlet and all the good, big parts. I love Science and I adore Mr Hannon, the chemistry teacher, who can quote the periodic table straight from memory. And Mr Leweis, the bio teacher, who shows us neat things from SciAm articles he reads and always has enthousiasm for everything he’s teaching.
As for a social life. I don’t really have one. Too many activities leave me very little time for anything else. Good thing I listen in class, cause that includes homework. I generally do term papers the night before, on the fly, and still come out with A’s and A-'s on the old report card for that 3.8 GPA. I don’t get asked to the prom, or only by people I don’t want to go with, but I say I’m damned if I’m going to miss my prom and go anyway and have a great time with my girls Beth and Amanda. You can usually find me in the library, in class, or grossing my friends out with perverted jokes and innuendos at the lunch table during 4th period.
Are you sure youre in the right school?
Hey, when the neighbors call the cops and Swiddles’ party gets busted, we’re having a kegger and bonfire at The Reservoir.
Um, Persephone, wanna ride out there with me? I mean, I’m giving a bunch of people a ride, so taking you too wouldn’t be any extra trouble.
(Milo, you idiot. Why did you invite all those other people? Quit being such a shy dweeb!)
I am Una. A little brown haired girl with glasses who is completely invisible. Guys don’t notice me, and I don’t notice them. Come to think of it, girls don’t notice me either. 
A math and science geek, I am quiet but tough. Physics is my favorite class, P.E. least favorite.
I dress in simple outfits - simple dresses, jeans, whatever. I want to look feminine, but am too ugly to pull it off successfully. So I go for “invisible”.
I have a bizzare and dark sense of humor that disturbs people. I also sometimes play with a black ceramic-bladed Kyocera pocket-knife as a nervous habit, which disturbs many people as well. But people who know me for more than 5 minutes realize that I am a kind, caring, concerned person who makes a good, dependable friend. And that the tough act and attitude is driven by self-preservation.
I hang out out with my flashier friend, “Pepper”, and sometimes with Falcon, and sometimes even Hama (the bisexual ex-Head Cheerleader who resigned after the scandalous “Jello-Brand Chocolate Pudding Incident”).
I can’t WAIT to get out, so I can go to “SDMB University” for Engineering!
You got it, hon. ::looks at slightly chubby self in jeans and a polo shirt, then sits down next to dogsbody and sighs::
And about that “incident”, Hama! For shame! Did you have to do it during the Spotlight Dance at the Prom? How many little girl’s hearts have you broken under your dainty, saddle-shoe’d feet? You brought darkness to the title “Head Cheerleader” that woeful night!
I hope you are happy for making Helen beg you for your love in her tattered dress in front of 400 people! She begged you, as you walked off in April’s arms, and you didn’t even turn back to look. For shame again!
You’ve got some explaining to do, girlfriend…
…ohmygodmiloaskedmetorideinhiscarohmygodohmygod…
Ummmm…yeah, sure! Uh, that’d be, um, really cool! Um, like, who else are you taking?
…ohmygodheslookingatmeohmygodihopemyhairisokay…
Oh, you’re taking them? Um, that’s cool. I like them.
…ohmygodhisnameisonmyshoeifheseesitilldieohmygod…
I don’t want to be the guy I was in high school. That guy was a total dick.
Can I be someone more akin to who I am now?
Not really. If it does get a little restrictive, all i have to do is remove it.
:Leans over & shares a look with Falcon, then starts giggling & blushing.::
And I haven’t even been drinking!
takes the initiative, asks pluto out to Swiddles’ party. he accepts. makes sure she “dresses to impress”, and even takes pluto’s arm when they walk in the door together, a la Dawson and Joey, much to the surprise of their classmates
looks back over at dogsbody and does a dead on impression of ssskuggiii, then collapses into giggles
I know, hon…sometimes staying sober in a room full of drunks is DAMN amusing…
Looks up to see Balance smiling at her and blushes bright red, then proceeds to study her shoes intently