~Savannah's POV~
I invite Rachel to spend the night at my house that night and my mom loves her (if she loves me, how could she not?!). She gets to be harassed by my 12 year old brother and 3 year old sister, until finally, we're up in my room. We are finding different clothes to pack for New York, dancing around to pandora, and just goofing around when she asks what I would look for in a guy if I were to meet one on our trip. I stand up and hold my arm up high, insinuating tallness.
"He'll be tall, and fair, and he'll have perfect, brown hair!" I giggle, leaning over on my bedpost. "And he'll be stupid and funny and wonderful" I fall over and lay on my bed. "And he'll be my hero."
Rach smirks at me.
"What?" I smile slightly, "you asked."
"Yes. Yes I did. Aww, how sweet. Who knew you would want a hero?" She laughs.
I grin and roll my eyes.
"So.. How bout you? What would your guy be like?"
