I will probably write more if people like this...everything in Italics is from Taylor Swift's "You Belong With Me" which I don't own. I don't own Toy Story either! Belongs to Pixar. Enjoy! ^o^

"You're on the phone with your girlfriend
She's upset, she's going off about something that you said
'Cause she doesn't get your humour like I do"

Dolly sat on Woody's bed, cross-legged, her onyx coloured eyes watching him intently as he paced around his bedroom, arguing into his cell phone. He kept running a hand through his brown hair, mussing it up further as he got more into his conversation with his girlfriend.

"Bo, it was a harmless prank, a joke, there's no need to-" He sighed as Bo cut him off, complaining how he should be spending more time with her instead of his football friends. Dolly felt bad for her best friend, that he had to have such a snotty girl as his girlfriend. He deserves better, she thought.

Woody slammed his phone shut, and sat down on the nearest chair. His face fell into the palms of his hands. Dolly was quiet for a moment, listening to his agitated breathing.

"Are you..okay?" she asked cautiously, getting off the bed and kneeling down next to him. Woody lifted his face up a bit, enough for Dolly to see his shining brown eyes, filled with a flame that she couldn't describe.

"Bo, I mean, I love her, but sometimes.." Woody huffed and bent down again. Those words wrenched Dolly's heart, nearly causing her to break down crying.

"Well, I guess everyone has their faults, right?" Dolly said, trying to control her emotions. Woody gave a slight nod, and straightened up again.

"Whatever. We should be doing our Algebra homework, shouldn't we?" he joked, grabbing the book that had fallen on the floor. Dolly smiled.

"It can wait."

They spent the rest of the night talking. Dolly listened to Woody's problems, never tiring of seeing that spark in his eyes. Woody told Dolly everything, about Bo, about his school troubles, football practice, and the personal information that you're scared to tell anyone else. Dolly could tell Woody everything too, about her recent paintings, clothes she had made, parent troubles, and being editor of the newspaper, with her deadline coming up. And of course, all that information you can't tell anyone else. Most of the information, at least. Dolly could never seem to buck up the courage to tell Woody who she cared for. Woody had asked her that question, many times, but she had always grinned and skimmed over it, murmuring excuses and distracting Woody over other things.

Woody's mother, Mrs. Pride, knocked on his door. "Dolly? Your parents want you home now," she said with a smile. Woody and Dolly got off his plaid bed, and Dolly looked around Woody's room, soaking up every aspect of it, as she did before she left every time. The cloud wallpaper, plaid shirts on the floor, cowboy boots near the door, laptop hanging halfway open. Woody gave Dolly a hug.

"See you at school tomorrow," he said. Suddenly, there was a crash downstairs. Mrs. Pride was talking fast, and before they knew it, Bo had barged in Woody's bedroom. She was wearing a short white skirt and a pink blouse.

"Woody!" she gushed, pushing Dolly out of the way and throwing her arms around the boy. Woody reluctantly wrapped his arms around Bo.

"Hi, uh, Bo-" he said uncertainly. "I was just, uh, I thought you were mad at me?"

"Oh, I can't be mad at you forever! Well, I just wanted to talk to you and resolve our fight in person," Bo prattled on. Dolly stood awkwardly in the corner. Bo seemed to just notice her. "Oh, you're his friend, Donna, right?"

"Dolly," Dolly muttered, staring at her feet.

"Right. If you don't mind, could you-" Bo jabbed her head in the direction of the door, clearly meaning go. Dolly picked up her backpack and swung it over her shoulder.

"Guess I'll see you later, Woody," she said, not looking at his face. Dolly rushed out the door, leaving the Pride house as soon as possible. Passing the pink Mercedes that was Bo's car, Dolly grabbed her bike that lay on the grass and started off down the block. She and Woody lived on the same block, her house was a while down though...unlike Bo, who lived in the rich neighborhood far away. Dolly and Woody had grown up as childhood friends, playing in the summer and making snowmen in the winter. That kind of friendship was hard to break.

Now that they were in high school, Woody a sophomore and Dolly a freshman, they hung out in different crowds. Bo, well, it was hard to measure Dolly up to Bo. Dolly's hair, which she had kept dying purple since age 10, was unruly and difficult to tame. Her nondescript face and odd style of dressing made her strange. Her personality was likable, but Bo, was made like a porcelain doll. Perfect hair, bright blue eyes, and a skinny frame. Built like a model.

The sky darkened, and it began to rain. Dolly's eyes began to wet, and she felt water on her face.

She didn't know if it was rain or tears.