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[thisiztrish]

To the movies we go! (Continued)

The movie was almost over and Trish would do anything to miss the rest of it. She grabbed the bag from Dez. "I'll go fill it up. Just tell me how it ends." She jumped up and made her way out of the theater and over to concessions, feeling relieved that she was away from the screen. She filled the popcorn up and sat at a bench outside the theater, picking at it absentmindedly.

[thisiztrish]

To the movies we go!

Dez was holding Trish on his back as they ran through the mall to get to the theater. Trish was still shocked that she was even on Dez' back and was more focused on not falling than anything.

"DEZ! I'm going to fall!" She laughed out.

"No you won't! I won't let you fall!" He yelled back, still running extremely fast. Once at the theater, Trish let go and jumped down off his back and looked around.

"Geez, got here pretty fast. I'll pay for the tickets. But you're buying the popcorn." She stated as she turned to the ticket seller.

"But Trishhh you said I wasn't going to pay this time." Dez whined.

The ticket seller looked between the two of them, selling Trish the tickets. He looked up at Dez. "Women never want to pay on a date."

Trish looked at the ticket seller with wide eyes and a slight blush. "We aren't on a date."

Dez jumped in a moment later "Yeah, me and her are NOT together."

The ticket seller shrugged. "From an outsiders point of view, it looks like you are."

Trish squinted her eyes at the man. "We aren't." She mumbled. "Come on Dez, let's go. The movies about to start."

[im-gonna-sing-a-song-for-yo-blog]

The Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade

Austin smiled as he breathed in the New York air.

You heard right. He, Austin Moon, was in New York City. It was currently November so it was colder than the sunny and warm Miami weather he was used to. He could see his breath and he was shivering but he didn't care. He was in NYC. 

As he mused over this, he felt the soft fabric of a scarf hit his face. He smiled as he turned to the culprit, his best friend/songwriter, Ally Dawson.

"What are you so smiley about?" Ally laughed, playing with her scarf so it his Austin across his face repeatedly; a hit with each word she said.

Austin laughed as well and grabbed her hand to stop her, "Stop that!" Ally giggled and began to shake the hand that was enclosed in his so that the scarf continued to hit his face.

"Will you two stop flirting and come help us?! You know I don't do work!" Trish huffed from where she stood; a giant but empty float.

[thisiztrish]

Yeah...again, so sorry Austin about the whole 'cricket' thing...

I SWEAR it was Dez' idea. Not mine.

So...yeah...sorry.

[thisiztrish]

Happy October! :D

What are you guys going to be for Halloween this year?

Also, Austin, are you aware that I caught Dez stealing your clothes? >:o

[thisiztrish]

Maybe Dez isn't as dumb as I thought...

I may or may not have just broken his mixing board trying to figure something out on it...is it supposed to make a high pitched buzzing noise?

Crud.

How does he work this thing?!?

SHH Don't tell him I did it...

-Walks away slowly-

[thisiztrish]

Wow, everything is changing.

My client The Austin Moon now has a recording contract.

Dallas is no longer 'Floppy'. His title I believe should be dropped.

Ally didn't attack me yesterday when I accidentally knocked her book on the ground.

Nelson came to practice yesterday, actually knowing what he was practicing for and not bringing anything unnecessary. 

And well, Dez is still Dez. He never changes.

I'm still me also. :D

...Hm. Maybe me and Dez are actually the normal ones. Either that or we are so weird that we can't be normal.

[im-gonna-sing-a-song-for-yo-blog]

Wow,

I feel like I haven't talked to Ally, Dez and Trish even Floppy Hair in forever!

WHAT UP GUYS! :Da