Why is it that when girls get together they have these deep conversations?
It was 1.30am in the morning when the question came.
"What is it Abby?" I was desperatly trying NOT to fall asleep at this point, I've never been the sort to stay up this late. I like my bed.
"Descibe your perfect guy."
I was kinda fumbling at this question, Abby never really spoke about stuff like this. She has always been the one that makes everyone laugh and jokes around.
"Umm. I guess, good looking, kind, loyal. Not afraid to show emotions, umm I dunno Abby, why are you looking at me like that?!"
"Do you want a guy or a labrador?" I smiled and shook my head.
"I can dream can't I?, common Abb's don't you wanna hit the hey yet?" she tutted at me but agreed.
We tip toed from the lounge to my bedroom trying not to wake up my Dad.