~*~*Hiya! This is my first 'American Dreams' Story. However, I do have "The Outsiders," and "Dirty Dancing," stories so yeah!! Anywho, I only own well…no one!! Lol!! I promise this story will get better and it will have a plot!! This was just the opening chapter so yeah! Also, I promise the chapters will get longer and more interesting!!~*~*
I looked in the mirror as Roxanne's and my own reflection stared back at me. My own blue eyes shined with laughter while Roxanne's almond shaped dark eyes shone with pure delightment. She was getting pampered and she loved it. She had wanted to see what her chocolate colored locks would look like curled, like mine, so I told her I would do it for her. Don't I lead such an interesting life? I mean isn't doing your best friend's hair the most exciting thing you can do in the evening?
"Almost done," I took the final curler out of Roxanne's hair, "and wah-la!" She made a confused face and studied her hair in the mirror. Then she made a small noise in the back of her throat and broke out into a smile.
"I like it. What do you think?" I was a little bit surprised at her question, but I could also tell that she was lying. She didn't like her hair curled one bit. Usually if she likes something she doesn't ask another person's opinion.
"I like it, but," I gave her hair another look, "it's just not you. It's me!" We both laughed because we knew it was the truth. I looked good with curly hair and Rox looked good with straight hair.
"Well, we know not to try that again." Roxanne laughed.
"Oh come on Rox, it's not that bad." It wasn't. Nothing could make her look bad. She was a natural beauty with high cheek bones that stood out when she put pink colored blush on. Sometimes I wished my cheek bones were very noticable but I was content with my looks aside from the occasional blonde joke that got thrown my way, and the fact that people sterotyped me. A lot of people think I'm not more then a pretty face and a dumb blonde with stupid blonde hair, but that's not true.
"Yeah, I guess." Roxanne shrugged and then smirked. "So what's up with you and Luke?" She sat down on my bed and waited for my answer.
"What do you mean?" I tilted my head and hugged a pillow to my chest; I sighed just thinking about him.
"You two have been talking to each other a lot lately." That was just like Roxanne. She was just going to keep pushing until I finally gave her an answer.
"Rox, we're just friends. We broke up, remember?" I didn't bother to mention that I hadn't stopped thinking about him since the breakup. Who could stop thinking about him, about his dark hair, about his big dough eyes, and about that perfect smile of his?
"If you're just friends why did you get all dressed up before he came over yesterday?" I turned around and my little sister, Patty was standing in the doorway. Roxanne just raised her eyebrow at Patty's question.
"Get out," I said in a tone that meant I wasn't joking. "Me and Roxanne are talking."
"Roxanne and I." She corrected my grammar.
"Mom! Make Patty get out!" I yelled loudly to my mom, who I know I was probably in the kitchen.
"Patty!" My mom yelled back.
"But mom, this is just as much my room as it is Meg's!" She protested.
I heard a loud sigh from my mom before she yelled again. "Patty, you're supposed to be watching Will anyway! You know I can't while I'm trying to cook dinner!"
"Fine." Patty groaned and I smiled at her.
"Bye bye," that was Roxanne. "So, Luke came over here?"
"For Patty's piano lessons." I nodded my head. "That's all it was. He came over, we exchanged hellos and then I came up here to play music. That's all that happened."
"Where was I when all this happened?" Roxanne wondered and I thought for a moment.
"Probably still at 'Bandstand' flirting with Jeff. Gosh, Rox I can't understand why you haven't asked him out yet."
"Meg," she stuck her hand out as if it were a platter, "this is me." She pointed right toward the middle of her palm, "and these," she made a circle with her finger all the way around her palm, "are boys." I smiled a little. Where in the world was my crazy friend going with this? "You have to play the game and the guys. Why just have one when you can have them all?" She licked her lips. "All nine of them."
"Nine?" I mouthed the words in shock. "You have nine crushes?"
"Jeff, Michael, Josh, Aron, John, Danny…" she continued to name them off until I stopped her.
"I understand Rox. But where do you get this little theory of playing the boys from?"
"Simple Meg," she rolled her eyes as if I were clueless. "It's called the platter theory." Something tells me that she just made that up but ok.
"The platter theory." I wrinkled my nose up and shook my head a little. "So whats it called when you like a guy but just tell everyone you're just friends with him?"
"Hmm..that would be called the MegLuke Theory." I laughed. So she found me out. She knew I still liked Luke.
"The MegLuke Theory?" I smiled. "So now I have a whole theory in Roxanne's Dating Book named after me?"
"Yep. Unfortunately Roxanne is never going to use that one though." Go figure. Roxanne just flirts with guys and never actually makes friends with them. Infact I don't think she really has a boy friend, she has boyfriends, but not a boy who is a friend.
"Dinner's ready!" I heard my dad's voice through the loud racket of my record which was now playing, "Do You Love Me?" by the Contours.
"Come on Rox." I turned my record off and started off downstairs.
A/N~ Please Review and tell me what you think!! Again, I promise it'll get more interesting and it will actually have a plot!! Ok, bye now!!