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