Warning: the following story is short, sweet, and to the point. It shouldn't take that long to read through it unless you're a really slow reader… like me. Anyway, begin my story.

Her Guys

Brittany sighed as she recovered from a recent fight with her so-called boyfriend, Alvin. "Again, Britt…?" Eleanor asked joining Brittany in the kitchen.

"Yeah…" She answered with a shrug.

Eleanor cocked a brow. "You don't seem that affected by it." She said sitting with her.

"When you've been with Alvin for as long as I have, the fights don't affect you anymore." She explained. "You think of it more as another way of flirting." Brittany chuckled.

Eleanor chuckled along with her. "But don't you get tired of it?"

"Yeah," She sighed again. "But after every fight I get to see my guys." Brittany said smiling mischievously.

Eleanor blinked in confusion. "…Your guys?"

"Uh-huh," Brittany giggled. "I know that they will always be there, even when Alvin isn't."

"Who are they?"

"They're popular and really sweet." Brittany continued to gush.

"Who are they?" Eleanor asked again.

"And it's never the same thing with them." Brittany continued, ignoring Eleanor's question. "I can always expect something different. So, it's never the same old thing."

Eleanor laughed. 'They sound like every girl's dream."

Brittany chuckled. "Every girl wants them." She continued. "If you're lucky, you'll come across them before they're gone."

"That's cool," Eleanor nodded. "But who are they? Do I know them?"

"Of course you do." Brittany giggled. "…Everyone does. They're very famous." She bragged.

Eleanor opened her mouth to speak.

"And rich…" She added quickly.

"Who are they?"

"I loved them since I was a little Chipette." Brittany sighed dreamily. Eleanor sighed in defeat. Brittany was too consumed in her own thoughts to acknowledge her question. "So, here's to my guys." Brittany lifted a nearby spoon into the air. She pulled a pint of ice cream from under the table and scooped a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. "Thank you, Ben and Jerry."

Tee hee! I don't know why, but this story had to be written. I've been holding it in since I myself had a pint of Ben and Jerry. Who agrees with Brittany? Are Ben and Jerry always there for you? They're there for me!