"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 props and costumes and whatnot. Wanna check it out?" "Seriously? I amor old theather stuff! HFG! You gotta come with us!" Benson's smile faded away. "Nah. I've been their before. You two go ahead." "Oh, then, well okay. I'll see you later." Ginger said sadly. "See you later, Ginger!" Ginger got in the golf carrinho 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 said looking dissapointed. "Why did you 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 you watch tosh.o last week?" Ginger said with a smile. Benson laughed. "Yeah, I did! That brightened my dia up! I amor y- uh, that show!"
TO BE CONTINUED...