Christina sighed and wiped yet another streak of light purple paint across her face in attempt to be rid of the sweat beads that lined her forehead. It was Saturday morning, around ten, and she had already been paining for hours. All of the furniture was shoved either into the kitchen, the hall or into the middle of the room.

Michelle had miraculously gotten up early to help, and went out to buy more soda and paint for the living room. Christina was in the middle of painting her room a light, subdued purple, on of her favorite colors, and Michelle was painting hers a lighter green. They had yet to paint the living room, which they planned on making a dark green. It would clash with most of the rooms, but it wasn't like they cared much anyway.

Christina had been thinking most of the morning about Taylor. She hadn't been able to sleep most of the night, for she had one; been thinking of him and how gorgeous he had looked, and, two; why she was such an idiot for making such a big production of not kissing him. She knew that she should have now, but last night that decision was much harder than it actually was.

She had been kissed before, so she wasn't totally blank on the subject, but she had never been kissed by someone like Taylor. She had only been kissed quickly on the lips a few times during a few of the stupid junior high games she unwillingly took part in. But those were different. Those were in front of people.

Well, he just looked like someone that would know how to kiss, experience or not. And, to tell the truth, that kind of scared her. She sighed for the millionth time that day. What was she going to do? She could only think of one thing, and as much as she didn't want to turn to this person for dating advice, she knew she had to, or she would loose the chance of a lifetime. And here was her chance.

"I'm back!" Michelle's shrill voice cut through the soft hum of the stereo playing beside Christina.

"Oh, great." She said.

"Well you seem happy to see me!" Michelle said, setting the paint down.

"Michelle, can ask your advice on something?" Christina said, wanting to change the subject.

"Yeah…but isn't it me that usually asks you for advice?"

"Yes, but you seem more in tune with this subject that I am…" Christina said.

"What is the subject?" Michelle said, moving closer to her.

"Erm, um, guys. Dating…you know…stuff."

"Oh…" Michelle said, a wide grin covering her face.

"Now don't make a big deal, I knew I shouldn't have come to you, I should have just minded my own busine-"

She was cut off by Michelle.

"I'm not going to make a big deal…" she said, sitting Christina down.

"Oh…ok."

"I'm just surprised that you would come to me for advice, that's all…I usually have to come to you." Michelle said softly.

"Well, I'm sorry I jumped the gun like that, it's just that the subject makes me so nervous, and I'm really getting desperate…please, Michelle, help me. This is life and death to me…I've never wanted something so bad!" Christina said, giving her a hug.

"That's fine, that's fine. Now where do you want to start?"

"Well…I don't really know…" Christina said, trailing off.

"Well, how about with French kissing? He surely kissed you last night. I saw you two…did you know what to do with your tongue?" She said, looking excited to finally have someone to converse with on the topic.

Christina just looked down.

"You mean you didn't kiss him? Last night? Not once?"

"No…I was afraid that I'd mess up." Christina said.

"Oh. Well, I guess that's understandable."

"Um, yeah." She said, looking at her hands.

"Well, first of all, you've been kissed before, right?"

"Of course." Christina said, not wanting to sound totally naive.

"Okay, that's good…um, did he try to kiss you? Did he seem interested?"

"Yes, he seemed very interested…that's why I got scared and backed away. I didn't know what to do, or what he would want me to do."

"How many times did he try?"

"Twice." Christina said dreamily.

"Snap out of it." Michelle said bluntly.

"Sorry."

"Well, you see, that's a big thing for guys. They hate being rejected. It was bold of him to try it twice. You'll be lucky to get a third chance. I'd take it next time."

"Oh, okay."

As the afternoon wore on, the girls did more chatting than painting. It was soon seven at night, and they were still not done, when they heard a knock on their door.

Michelle went to open it, and forgot to look out the peephole to see who was there. She flung the door open and soon saw that she had made the mistake of her life.

There at the door stood David, with Taylor behind him. Michelle looked as though she might scream. There they both had their hair up on top of their heads, they were dressed in ripped up shorts and shabby t-shirts with no shoes. Their hair and clothes and faces were streaked with paint, and they looked pathetic with no makeup.

David laughed out loud, and Michelle just ran from the room.

That left Christina standing in the middle of the room, looking even worse, with her glasses sliding down her nose.

She opened her mouth, and tried to make a noise, but nothing came out.

"Can we come in?" David finally asked.

"I have to go to the bathroom." Christina finally choked out. But she couldn't seem to get her feet to move, so she just stood there, looking panicked.

Michelle finally raced into the room, looking presumably better.

Christina looked at her in awe.

"Why, what brings you over to our side of the hall?" She asked, trying to smile.

"We wanted to know if you wanted to go out… with us…tonight." Taylor stumbled.

"On a date…a double date." David finished.

"Yeah." Taylor said, blushing, trying to not look any more stupid.

"Why that would be great! Chris, don't you think?"

She could only nod her head from across the room. Oh my. She was going out. On a date. With him.

"So, we'll pick you up in an hour? Is that enough time for you ladies to…get cleaned up?" David said with a snort.

"Yeah, that'd be fine." Michelle said.

"Great." He said, giving her a radiant smile.

She smiled back, and they headed out the door.

"Bye Christina." Taylor said.

"Bye." She said quietly.

They both waited until the door was shut and they heard the door across the hall shut before they both jumped around the room, hugging each other and doing a dance only best friends going out on a date with their dream men together could do.

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