"Uh... hey..." Marcy began, her black eyes round and hopeful. "Bonnibel, you've been my best friend forever and I really, really like you. Since breaking up with Ash, I've been thinking...." She hesitated, taking a deep breath while blushing furiously. She tucked a strand of straight, inky hair behind her ear. Another deep breath. "We've had lots of fun together, and I never, ever want that to change, Bonnie..." Her face was burning now. But she continued. "I like like you..." She going to say no, you fool! Marcy thought. "I think... I think..." The suspense was killing her. "WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?!" Marcy burst and yelled. She slapped her hand over her mouth and back away a step. "Sorry..." she whispered. Then she peered into her reflection of her bedroom mirror. "That's enough practicing for today...." she muttered.
Oh darling, don't be bitter. It's the first instinct of the weak.