*Buzz*
Blaze: Ah, I bet that’s Mom asking me to come home.
Dusk: She’s off early?
Blaze: I guess. I’ll be on my way, then.
Dusk: Boooo.
Blaze: I know, I know. See you tomorrow.
Dusk: See ya.
Blaze: Ah, I bet that’s Mom asking me to come home.
Dusk: She’s off early?
Blaze: I guess. I’ll be on my way, then.
Dusk: Boooo.
Blaze: I know, I know. See you tomorrow.
Dusk: See ya.
Dusk: You know, it’ll be nice to go as friends. No worries about relationships or drama.
Blaze: Exactly.
Dusk: Is this your way of asking me to the dance?
Blaze: Can you get your hand out of my face?
Dusk: How about you answer my question?
Blaze: Well, I was planning on asking you. You know, as friends.
Dusk: I don’t see why not. It’s not like we have anyone else to go with.
Blaze: Uh-huh.
Blaze: So, you got a date for Homecoming?
Dusk: Why, have you?
Blaze: Well, uh, no.
Dusk: You know, I’ve heard so much about her dates with him and she praises him like some saint, but something’s fishy about that guy.
Blaze: What, you mean those ten other girls he’s dated?
Dusk: What? Even I didn’t know that. How’d you know that?
Blaze: I, uh, no reason. Come on, we should actually study.
Dusk: Fine, fine.
Dusk: I can’t believe this! This is the third time she’s missed study night this week!
Blaze: I know, right? She’s probably off swapping spit with that Cascade.
Dusk: You’re right. I don’t know him. I-I’m happy for you, sis.
Dawn: Thank you, Dusk.
And that’s where our problems started.
Dawn: Is something wrong with that?
Dusk: Ah, no! It’s just, I haven’t heard too good of things of him.
Dawn: Well he was really sweet to me. You don’t know him, Dusk.
Dawn: Cascade Riptide.
Dusk: Oh…