"What's wrong with you?" Jake asked, glaring at Dave. "You can't keep that on forever. What if someone sees you?"
"I think it makes me look pretty," Dave said, giggling.
Until now, Jake had never heard Dave giggle. It made the strange situation even stranger. "Dave, what the hell is wrong with you? Stop acting weird and take that thing off. I have to wash it before I give it to Breanne."
Suddenly, Dave looked pouty.
"What?" Jake asked.
"Do you like Breanne more than me?"
"What kind of question is that? Breanne's my girlfriend, you're my roommate."
"So? I'm just as pretty as Breanne. Why can't you like me just as much?"
Okay, now things were getting really strange. What happened to Dave? It's almost like ... like he was acting like a girl.
