"Oh my- did you see that?"

Mary squealed pointing at the TV screen. You were sitting in her room on her bed, wrapped in Mary's pink, fluffy blanket with ice cream in your lap and a bowl of peaches in Mary's hand. She was always excited even though you two have seen Mean Girls a thousand time.

"I actually like Janis. Like- I don't blame her for liking girls."

She giggled, sitting criss-crossed and adjusting a nearly falling hair clip on her curls. Somehow the conversation slips from Regina to Janis and into liking girls. After a few slient second Mary looks back from the TV right at you.

"I never actually kissed a girl."

She said curiously, but there wad that flirtious hint in her voice as she eyed you carefully.