Haylie snorted probably louder than was warranted, the way someone made a noise that was too casual, trying too hard to be normal. She winced at herself. "My type? I don't know. Someone with a backbone, someone who knows basic pop-culture references, someone who gets my jokes and laughs at them. Someone who isn't afraid to make fun of me."
Haylie blew her bangs out of her face and shoved her hands deep into her coat pockets. "I always liked the cheerleader fantasy." She smirked at Alicia. "You know, those little skirts, their perky attitudes, their whole 'oh-em-gee go team'. Except made into sex sounds."