Little old Ron had gotten too big for his boots as soon as he became cool. He forgot about poor old yo who had appreciated him from the start, warts and all. He was sitting with the popular kids for the first time, walking straight past your usual table with a sigh and a muscle shirt. Having enough you squish between him and his new beau, telling the popular kids all the cute embarrassing things he used to do as a kid to prove to him that these people didn't appreciate him for him and that he should stop pretending. They all chuckled with you and at him while Ron squirmed in his seat.
"You know Ron was Marilyn Monroe every Halloween until this year, right?"