Jenny was sitting on her bed with Sophie, listening to music on her CD player. She popped in a random CD that was laying around, and some cheesy love song came on. She seemed to flush bright red, redder than her messy, curly hair, and yanked out the CD, tossing it into her closet and giving Sophie an awkward and forced laugh and smile. Her ’Sophie mix’ was something that was best kept government-level CLASSIFIED. Sophie snickered, and raised an eyebrow. “Nice CD, Jennifer.“ She grinned, teasing. “Bet the person you made it for will looooove it.“ “Shut up.“ Jenny groaned, humiliated as she flomping onto her bed with her arms tucked over her head, face buried in her cheap, second-hand quilt, which, for some reason, reeked of Calvin Klein’s ‘Obsession’ perfume, or rather, some drug store-grade dupe. Probably from the previous owner.