Meeting internet friends was nerve-wracking, and one certain Jane Crocker was no exception to the madness. Her already spotless house was getting a final sweep as her friends were on their way. One friend had arrived already, though, but Jane knew that she was too drunk to even notice any sign of filth. Her blond friend, Roxy Lalonde, was sprawled out on the couch, an empty martini glass in hand. "Janey, you worry too muck. You should relac; the boys don't care what your house looks like." Even in person, Roxy had a hard time speaking and tended to slur her words.

Jane got up from her spot on the carpet where she was vacuuming profusely and glanced at her friend as she turned off the machine. "It matter, Ro, because they're my friends, but also strangers," she explained, slipping the white gloves off of her hands. "Besides, I'd like to make a good impression; you never know what might happen."

Roxy sat up slightly and crossed her legs, smiling. "Well, I call dibs on them, both of them. Especially on that Jake English. Mmh, he sounds like one fine piece of man candy, doesn't he Janey?" Jane turned slightly red and ignored the question by packing up the vacuum. "Janey, you aren't answering me!" Roxy exclaimed, sitting straighter and trying to get any possible drop of alcohol that was left in her glass. After another moments silence, Roxy raised an eyebrow and studied her friends face, who was now completely pink. "Dear God, you like Jake don't you?" she accused.

"What? No!" Jane shouted back quickly. "And even if I did, you called dibs on him, and Dick. So I guess tonight I'll bake a bit while you mack on your new lovers." Outwardly, Jane seemed completely indifferent at this point of the conversation, but inwardly her heart was beating quickly and her stomach felt as if it was filled to the brim with butterflies. But as Jane stored away the vacuum, there was a knock on her front door.

"Jane!" shouted a boy's voice, followed by more knocks. "I know you're in there! It's us, Jake and Dick! And he really wasn't lying when he said his name was Dick! Come on, Jane! Open the door! I want to give you a big, old hug!"

Jane was about to lose her lunch because of how nervous she was. "Hey, Roxy, could you get the door? I want to see if Jake notices it's you and not me." She told her friend, a small smile on her face. Roxy had dibs on him anyways, so she might as well get to play a prank or two on the boy. Roxy didn't even answer, but she simply set her glass down and drunkenly stumbled to the door and opened it.

Jane didn't even think Jake looked at who opened the door, because a green flash darted into her home and tackled Roxy to the ground in a hug. "Oh, Jane, it's so nice to finally meet you! I always dreamed I'd be able to meet you in person and not in dreams. Hey, you smell funny. Are you okay?" To his surprise, the girl he had knocked to the ground was not Jane, but instead Lalonde. With a snort of disgust, Jake pushed himself off of her. "That was a dirty trick, Lalonde!" he exclaimed, crossing his arms in a sort of pout.

Jane couldn't help but giggle as she stepped out from her hallway. "It was my idea, Jake. I wanted to see if you would notice or not, and I guess you didn't notice!" At this point, Jane was giggling so hard she had to hold herself up against the wall. "I didn't think… I didn't think it was going to be funny, but the look on your face." But Jane realized she hadn't even looked at Jake's face. She lifted her head and saw the face of a dark haired boy with bright green eyes gazing at her. She let her eyes sweep down to his lips, which is where she saw that he had an overbite, not unlike herself. He was wearing an open green shirt over a white one with a green skull, and khaki pants. Around his waist was a gun holster where he held two guns. In his hands was a small gift and Jane glanced at it, puzzled. "What's in your hand?" she asked curiously, taking a step towards him.

In a complete change of attitude, Jake hurled himself at Jane, drowning her in a hug. Jane never could have guessed how much taller he was than her and how she seemed to fit perfectly in his arms. Dibs. She thought bitterly.

"It's for you, Jane; to thank you for all your trouble and letting me and Diva here stay with you." Jake exclaimed, shoving the brown package into her hand.

"Yo, it's Dick, not Diva." Dick Strider finally spoke up. Dick was a better built man, but not exactly more muscular. He had more of a mannish face and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of pointy shades. His hair was golden and messy, while his face was spotted with stubble.

Roxy picked herself off the ground and brushed herself off before she even noticed Dick's presence. "And I bet yours is a fine one, too."

Embarrassed of how quickly the conversation turned, Jane ripped open the package and smiled. Inside the wrappers was a blue spoon, not unlike her old red one she had accidentally broken not too long ago.

"I know it's not like your red one, but blue suits you so much better. You look wonderful in blue, and this will surely bring out your eyes." Jake muttered his cheeks slightly pink. "If you don't like it, I could find something else or-"

Jake was instantly cut off by Jane hugging him again, slipping her hands around his waist. "No, it's perfect. I love it." She told him.

Roxy cleared her throat obnoxiously, causing Jane to release her hug, her face glowing red. "Remember what we talked about, Jane? Dibs."

"Dibs."