michelle, how do you feel about the other girls?
"Hmm... this is a loaded question," she said, her eyebrows furrowing in thought, "And one I can't answer while being listened in on."
Michelle gave a pointed glance over to the doorway where Petra, Davie, and Mickie peered in, eager to hear her response to the question. The look in Michelle's eyes was enough to deter them, though.
"I'll start with Mickie first. We get along the best, I think," she started, her eyes darting around as she thought, "Her and I have very similar senses of humor, and it's easy for us to strike up conversation with each other. We're very aligned, one might say, even when she does drive me crazy with her antics."
"Davie is always there to back me up. She's great at carrying out a plan or heist--I can always count on her. The only time I call her loyalty into question is when a boy is involved, but I know in the end she cares for her friends more than anything."
"Petra is.... a handful. She gets into trouble a lot and we all have to save her, but there's a reason we keep going back to get her! Petra is probably the sweetest girl I know, both to her friends and strangers. Her compassion and positivity is unmatched. She's quite musically talented, too(though don't tell her I said that)."
"All in all," Michelle sighed, tilting her head to the side wistfully, "I care for them all very deeply, even if I have a funny way of showing it sometimes."
As soon as she finished speaking, all three girls barged into the room, clearly having been eavesdropping.
"Aww, you love us!" Mickie shouted in a over-the-top lovestruck voice as she pulled Michelle into a tight squeeze. Davie and Petra followed, trapping her in a big group hug. Michelle huffed, trying to be annoyed but struggling to wipe the fond grin off of her face.