A few minutes later, all the girls sprawled on their backs, panting.
"Truth time," Julie said. "In our class, who do you like?"
"Ah, no, Julie. Not that!" Arlene hid her face under a pillow.
Julie nudged Marion who lay next to her. "You first."
"I think Bruce is okay," Marion [she] muttered. [With this many characters, you don't get to use pronouns often, but here it's clear who's talking.]
"Bruce? Bruce Dogget?" shrieked Dawna. "You've got to be kidding me. He's just a Billy wannabee."
Arlene nodded. "Yeah. They think they're so hot. But look who broke Billy's nose."
"Peter, a ballet dancer! That sucks." Julie gave a nasty laugh.
"We already know Sheryl likes Peter," Marion said. "What about you, Melissa?"
Melissa visualized each boy in her class. She didn't know any very well, except Peter. "I don't like anyone that way."
Julie and her friends razzed her, insisting she had a "secret love."
Melissa protested. "No, guys. I haven't been here long enough."
"Dawna?" Julie sat up to look at her.
Dawna's face reddened. "You first."
"If you insist." Julie tossed her hair. "Mike Smithe." Mike [always] sat slouched in the back of their class, scowling.
"That's who I was going to pick," Dawna squealed.
The two tittered.
"Who here has ever kissed a boy?" Julie said.
"Does your brother count?" Marion looked hopeful.
"No." Julie snorted. "I mean, kissed a guy for real."
"Ew." Arlene wrinkled her nose. "That's disgusting."
"Not to mention all the germs you can get." Sheryl's eyes twinkled. Melissa chuckled.
"We should make a pact. Each of us must kiss at least one guy 'for real' before sixth grade starts." Julie lifed her chin.
Melissa gasped. "Sixth grade? That's only six months away."
"Who's going to join me [in]?" Julie stretched out a hand.
[My extensive experience hiding behind curtains during slumber parties led me to believe a few comments didn't sound fifth grade, but mostly well done; not easy writing a conversation for a lot of people. How come Arlene gets out of choosing a boy?]