She is just one girl. One girl with two best friends. Both of them are boys. Sure, maybe her mother would have wished she had at least one girl friend. The girl doesn't. She's known these boys practically since birth. Almost. Basically. That's is what they tell everyone. Not that many people ask. They were kind of the outsiders of Beacon Hills High.
There are a few things that one knows from having boys as best friends.
One. Boys are disgusting. Then again, if you don't know that, you probably don't hang around boys very often. Her two best friends were always dirty and smelly. No matter what. They try to cover it up, of course. When they do, they use way too much cologne. Put both of them in a room together after they've sprayed themselves and you might just pass out.
Two. Boys are rude. The boys burp. All of the time. They fart. Then they laugh about it. These two rarely hold the door open for her, unless she asks. They talk too loudly; screaming at each other when she was the only thing that was between them. She would never pick a fight with either of them. They are too witty. One more than the other. They will fight you until the next sun comes up.
Three. Boys change. Their voices change. It was especially fun for her to witness that. Their voices cracked so much during their freshman year. Their attitudes change. Now, this is more of a generalization to all boys. These two boys have hardly changed a wink. They were still the same old boys with the same old funny attitudes. They changed their fashion sense. They went from superhero costumes and sweatpants to finally discovering a decent pair of jeans.
After all of this, the girl found herself dealing with a completely different change with the boys. Well, just boy. Either way, things are changing for one of them. More than she ever thought possible.