Hilly POV :||

"Who's the Teddy Boy?" I ask, looking at the boy. "Oh! He's Paul McCartney." Teddy says, blushing at his name. I examine him, and scoff. "He isn't a Teddy Boy. I could beat him up even in my condition." I huff.

"Hilly!" Teddy says, pretty annoyed. "I'll prove to you I'm just as Teddy as you are." Paul says, walking up to my right side. My strong side. He grabs my arm, and I grab his. Within seconds, he's wailing like a baby. "See? He isn't a Teddy." I say.

"I'll make a Teddy out of him yet." John says, slapping Paul's back. I look at my box of records. "You didn't have to. Really." I say, tearing up. "Aw! Anything for Hillary Michelle Duff." Teddy laughed.

I grimace. "Michelle?" John questions. "It's my middle name." I shrug. Teddy explained why I hated being called Hillary. "It's to posh for her." she says, laughing at me. "I'm no posh person." I say, an edge of anger to my voice. "Miss Duff, are your friends staying the night?" a docter ask.

And I say, "Yes!"

Written By Chandler.