~Rachel's POV~
Sav's mom was super nice, and even though her siblings were annoying me a bit, her sister was really cute. Maybe I should come here more often. When we were dancing to pandora, I only bumped into her dresser like 15 times (okay, maybe even more than that). "When she asked me about my guy, I sat up straight.
"Hm.." I thought for a bit before giving her my answer.
"Probably someone who looks like they come from California. Blonde hair, definitely." I smiled a little.
"And he will be a complete idiot with a sense of humor and really bubbly," I went on. "Oh! And hazel eyes that are really soft and kind. And he'll be a softie when he needs to be," I continued to ramble.
I could go on and on with what kind of guy I would like. Creative, able to cheer me up, loud, so on. I decided to shut up though.
