"Hey, Ginger!" Ginger turned around to find out who had called her. It was Benson. and he was running torwards her. "What's wrong?" Ginger tilted her head in confusion. "Oh, nothing's wrong. I found this abandoned stage full of old complimenten and costumes and whatnot. Wanna check it out?" "Seriously? I love old theather stuff! HFG! u gotta come with us!" Benson's smile faded away. "Nah. I've been their before. u two go ahead." "Oh, then, well okay. I'll see u later." Ginger zei sadly. "See u later, Ginger!" Ginger got in the golf kar, winkelwagen with Benson and they drove off. Their was a long silence before anyone spoke. "So, Ginger! Do you... Have any plans this Friday?" Benson asked. "Oh, actually, yes. HFG-" "Oh, uh, then... Never mind." Benson zei looking dissapointed. "Why did u ask if I had plans this Friday?" Ginger asked. "Oh, just forget it." Ginger thought of something to say to cheer Benson up. "Hey, did u watch tosh.o last week?" Ginger zei with a smile. Benson laughed. "Yeah, I did! That brightened my dag up! I love y- uh, that show!"
TO BE CONTINUED...