Abby and you are best friends, you were at her lacrosse game being her personal little cheer leader as the game progressed. Finally when the game was over she ran up to you with a triumphant smile you hugged her tightly and she stumbled back a little with a laugh before hugging back.

You can’t be that excited pretty girl.

She said with a smirk, utterly aware of your lack of understanding for lacrosse.