"I can't believe it, Roxanne! He likes me! He likes me! Oh my good God, he really likes me!" Meg squealed, grabbing the soft blue material of Roxanne's shirtsleeve. "Didn't you just hear me?" She babbled on. "He REALLY likes me, Roxie!" "So you said," Roxanne replied dryly, adding the last touches to her well done-up face. She couldn't help but smile at her best friend's antics. She could hardly remember when she had been so ecstatic over a guy admitting that he liked her. Meg was so innocent, though, and something as little as that could set her off. Meg paced around the small room, twirling around every two steps. "And it was so dreamy the way he said it," she lowered her voice to imitate Luke's, "I like you, Meg." She shook her head, biting her lower lip, trying to remember how he had said it. "No, no it was more like, 'I like you.' No! Roxanne, help me here! Ah, here it is, 'I like you. There! And his eyes were so blue and." Roxanne looked up from brushing her dark brown hair. "You know how awkward it sounds, saying that you love yourself. Anyone with a mind would seriously be wondering what's wrong with you," she teased, fastening a black clip into her hair. "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm thinking. Aren't you, Will?" Patty grinned from the partially open doorway. Meg's face matched the colour of her red sweater as she rushed to close the door on Patty's face. "That was so embarrassing!" she breathed, glaring when Roxanne muffled a giggle into her dress. "Roxanne!" She whined, hitting the aforementioned good-naturedly. "You're supposed to be helping me here!" "That's okay, Meg. You know I'll always help you because I like you!" She giggled out and dashed out the door with Meg following in close pursuit, with a small stuffed animal as a weapon.

A/N: Give me more ideas people! I sure could use them!