Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Tibby was about to pretend she didn’t know who
Bailey was talking about, but she stopped herself. “He’s
okay,” Tibby agreed uncomfortably.
“You think?” Bailey looked unconvinced. “What do
you like about him?”
“What do I like about him?” Tibby was annoyed.
“Look at him.”
Bailey stared at him baldly. Tibby felt embarrassed,
even though she hated the whole giggly “Don’t let him
see you’re looking at him” routine.
“I think he looks stupid,” Bailey announced.
Tibby rolled her eyes. “You do, do you?”
“Does he really think those earrings are cool? And, I
mean, look at his hair. How much gel went into that hair?”
Tibby had never considered that Tucker actually
spent time trying to make himself look like he looked.
It was true that the height of his hair looked less than
accidental. Even so, she didn’t feel like admitting that
to Bailey.
“Um, no offense, Bailey, but you’re twelve. You haven’t
even hit puberty yet. Please forgive me if I don’t accept
your expert testimony about guys,” Tibby said snottily.
“No offense taken,” Bailey said, obviously enjoying
herself. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll find a worthwhile guy
sometime, and you tell me if you don’t agree.”
“Fine,” Tibby said, sure she wouldn’t be spending
enough time with Bailey to give her the chance to identify
that worthwhile guy.
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