I sat inside my best friend Camille's apartment.
She had brown, bouncy, curly hair like Rebecca's, and mood swings unlike any girl ever had.
It's what made her such a good actress.
"So, you're telling me your interested in your new dance choreographer, that she's insanely smart and you're scared to death to ask her out?"
I shrugged.
"Pretty much."
She rolled her eyes.
My gosh, she was so cute!
If we hadn't broken up as bf/gf and become bff's, I'd take her back faster then she could slap me and she slaps FAST!
"Stupid" she screamed, waking me out of my thoughts.
"You gotta go for it, or you'll loose her for sure!"
Typical Camille.
"But how? Where? When? I asked.
She buried her face into her hands and groaned.
How clueless could a guy get?
"You've got to make it special, ask her in one of your math question thins. Do it when your alone, so no one else can hear the humiliation when she says 'no'."
Now it was my turn to roll my eyes, Camille could be a little harsh sometimes.
"More important," she said, locking eyes with me and making my stomach churn.
Her eyes still make me dizzy.
"Don't loose this one, don't take no for an answer!"
I smiled.
She didn't have to worry about that, because I had the one thing that girls loved more then anything... Brains!