"Wait a minute--wait a minute, here."

Well, hello there, cyberspace!
It has been much too long since we have become connected, and I'm glad to be back.
I've had a good weekend. After you left, my dad popped in Monster's Inc. for my mom and I to watch the end scene that we love so much, but I fell asleep almost instantly, my mom never came to watch it, and Katie was playing SIMS. So my dad watched it all by his lonesome, until I woke up for the last ten minutes. And then, our favorite scene wasn't even there! I swear! It completely disappeared. Saddening.
And then, I went to HSM3, for reals, with Eileen. And we laughed together, which was nice. After which, we headed over to Jessie's, and what happened there is sworn to secrecy. Sorry. You shall never know. But it was a good time. We made cupcakes, and ordered pizza, and I stole slushies from the others who bought them, since they had money.
And today.
Nothing. I went to the library. They took away $40.00 in charges, so now I'm only up to seven. Only, ha.
What have you been doing?
I've tried calling you,
because I have good news phone wise.
Such as texting in the near future.
I'm serious.

"So what have you got to do today?" the Ticketmaster inquired, optimistic about the rest of the day. Just as she asked, the Ragpicker's phone started ringing it's oriental jingle and the Ragpicker looked down at the caller ID and sighed. "Well, let's get going," she said rather reluctantly. The Ticketmaster didn't understand the hint of sadness, but decided against asking again. "Well, alright, let's be on."

That was the last one, I believe.

They headed off towards the Ragpicker's place of employment, being the corner of sixteenth and Delaware. Here they sat for the majority of the day, and although they longed to be alone, they made the most out of this time together, people watching and making fun of old Herron students who did not recognize them, the Ragpicker in, well, rags, and the Ticketmaster having a normal hair color. They shared hot chocolate, as it had begun to turn slightly chilly, and they gave head rubs for the first time in a long time. And then, in a not altogether unexpected move, the Ticketmaster leaned in towards the dirty face of the Ragpicker.

Oh, golly.
I hope you are having a good time.
Call?
Bye.