Type 1: I was walking down the hall with the boys.
Jake, Jack, Johnny, Johnson, Jackson, and Jereld. I'm different from the other girls. I don't like makeup, I play sports and game. I couldn't care less about what I wear, I wear whatever I want.
That's why I get along so great with the boys. We have so much in common, unlike girls who ONLY want to start drama.
Type 2: I was sitting down by Johnny, talking about how small my hands were.
"Let's compare our hands!" I said, reaching for his.
"Omg! It's so small compared to yours! Im so tiny!" I giggled.
Johnny stood up, but I shot up right behind him. "Omg I'm so short compared to youuu!" I complained, cutely.
I think he gets the hint.
