"Who?" asked Faye. She made an effort to stop gawking at her best friend's perfectly curled tresses as she snapped out of her daydream.
"James," said Rebecca, slightly jerking her head forward to show her frustration.
"Oh." Faye took the silver disc out of her pocket and handed it to her. "Thanks."
"You're not getting out of the question that easily!" Rebecca took the disc and put it on a stack on the shelf next to the bed.
"I dunno." Faye shrugged. "He's OK, I guess."
"Just OK?" asked Rebecca in disbelief.
"It's not like I wanna have his babies or anything," said Faye.
"Geez, you don't like Toby, you don't like James, who do you like?" Rebecca scrunched her face up for a split second.
"I like you," pointed out Faye.
"Yeah, but not like like. Not like you like boys."