In high school we had our own version of the Fab Four and our very own Yoko Ono, only things worked out much more amicably for us.
I was a member of a very tight group of four guys -- ironically all with the first name of Robert, but that's a story for another post -- who was joined my senior year by a girl named Peggy (no, it wasn't Peggy Sue, but she was from Texas).