The next day, Annie went back to the range to help Jessie with their aim some more. "Hey," Annie said, waving to Jessie as they approached. "Hi," Jessie said, breaking into a grin. "Are you aware that this tall angry girl wants you to be her 'boyfriend?'" Annie asked curiously. "Oh gosh," Jessie groaned, "is Patty STILL trying to play that? I told her last year that I don't want anything to do with her. She's too prissy and annoying. Not my type." "'Type?'" Annie asked, confused. "I hear people talk about people being their 'type,' but I don't get what it means." "For real??" Jessie questioned, shocked that a fifteen-year-old didn't understand this basic terminology. "Uh, yeah. What does it mean?" Annie asked in a serious tone. "Well," Jessie began, "it just means the characteristics that make a person...desirable to you. So, what do you look for in a relationship? What are you attracted to?" "What do you mean?" Annie asked, confused at this explanation. Jessie sighed and lowered their voice, "what makes you want to kiss someone, hold their hand, have *sex* with them?" "Eww," Annie said disgusted, her nose wrinkling and a grimace appearing on her face, "I thought those were just things people do when they get married so they can have kids and then keep the family together. I have no business doing any of that, and I have no interest in any of that. I'd rather jump in the lake. And I hate swimming." "Oh..." Jessie whispered, looking hurt. "What's wrong?" Annie asked. She was still confused, so she didn't think about showing any emotion. "Nothing," Jessie said, faking a small smile. "I don't think I want to shoot today. I'll...I'll see you around." Jessie scampered off before Annie could even respond. What the Hell just happened? She thought to herself. And what in the heck did they mean by all that?

