Abby and Danielle were best friends. I won't lie about it; I had spent time fantasizing about both of them individually but had never had the guts to ask either of them out. The three of us were sitting on Abby's porch swing, talking and waiting for the meteor shower to begin. Abby had invited me over to watch from her backyard and I jumped at the opportunity, thinking maybe this time I could work up the nerve to make a m...