A/N: OK so this is an Abby&McGee story…
"Hey McGee?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I give you a make-over?"
"No Abby."
"Please? I'm so bored and you'd look so cute as a Goth!"
"Ew."
"What do you mean 'ew'?! I'm a Goth! Does that mean I'm 'ew'?!"
"No Abby, that's not, uh, that's not what I meant. I meant it would look, uh, 'ew' on me, not you. You can pull it off. Not, uh, everyone can. And I, um, am one of those people… the ones who can't… uh, pull it off…"
"McGee?"
"Yeah?"
"Stop babbling."
"OK."
"How come I can pull it off but others can't then?"
"Because you're beautiful and talented and amazing."
"Aw thanks McGee. That's sweet. I think you're beautiful and talented and amazing too."
"You're still not giving me a make-over."
"Spoil-sport."
Well that was random, huh? Lol. Meh.