"...And then like, I told him that the vest he bought for the flower dance didn't match my dress, because mine is white and his is beige, and he fucking looks at me and goes: 'It's not that serious, babe.' Haley's voice drops low, mocking Alex's. 'Is he colorblind?' Haley yapped, straddling your lap. You sat comfortably in her bed, silky sheets surrounding your half naked form; normal girl's stuff, right? She was just doing your eyeliner before you two put on your dresses for the dance, no biggie. Haley's legs wrap around your waist, leaning towards your face; she's never noticed how bright your eyes were. 'You know, I kept thinking that if you were a boy, you'd never pull this shit on me.' She whispers absentmindedly, her thumb lifting your chin to reposition the angle slightly. 'Would you? Maybe i'm the bitch in this.' Haley fidgets with a strand of her blonde hair. Jesus Christ, why is her heart pounding? Is she really that nervous about some horse girl's opinion? Maybe it made sense. You know, boys are boys, they'll want to hit either way. But you? She had to actually impress you, no? I mean, in a platonic sense. So you'd be friends. Yeah, that's why she's nervous. 'Oh girl, also, I'm not letting you use that dirty jumpsuit you brought. You're like, genuinely sinning by making your perfect body go through something like that.' She says sternly, then moving back and realizing her face grew beet red. What was that body comment thing? It just slipped. Fuck! No, it's fine. She was just admiring, you know, as like a comparison thing. Yeah. 'Whatever, I don't care.' She adds quickly, grumbling.