"Hey girl," Lucy hugged her as she stepped inside the house. "I missed this grandeur."
She fell on a coach. "Can I get you juice or something?"
Lucy sat up. "I am offended, did you just forget about me?"
Amy blinked. "Vanilla ice cream?"
"Yeah, that will be a peace treaty; I'll be in your room," she said as she walked upstairs humming an unfamiliar tune.
Amy got her ice cream and walked to her room where Lucy was, spread all over her bed as if she owned the room, the price of having a crazy best friend. "Here," she handed her the can and got on the bed sitting with her legs crossed. "So, what is this I hear?" operation gossip began.
Lucy opened the can and started eating the ice cream. "So, he proposed to me!" Amy lifted her lip in what she called a smile.
"Awesome news, at least one of us is still living our dreams."
