Chloe had been sat for a long time now. She had been kicked, trampled and stamped on many a time and the way she sat with her crossed legs were starting to hurt. If only she had someone to at least talk to.

And at the moment Jenny stumbled her way into the hall.

"Oh great Jenny (!)" Chloe thought to herself as Jenny continued to pick her way through the people that had sat in the most inconvenient places.

"Sorry, sorry! Pardon me" Jenny was making quite the fool of herself, bumbling along with her trailing matrix-like coat and a bag that was close to bursting with all the useless junk she carried around with her.

"Hey Chloe!" She burst out in a far too happy and confident voice.

"Hi" Chloe replied; much less chipper then her friend.

A silence hung over the pair as Jenny squeezed into the empty floor space next to Chloe.

"How are you?" Jenny smiled.

"… Fine thanks… you always say that,"

"What, how are you? But that's just how you start a conversation,"

"You literally saw me, like, two seconds ago!" Chloe was getting slowly more frustrated at all these mundane conversations that Jenny would always have with her. Every time they would sit waiting for their bus number to be called, sat cramped into the tiny hall surrounded by a million hyper-active year.7s, Jenny would always start with the same question "How are you?"

Jenny thought for a few seconds and eventually came out with "But you could have changed since then?"

"What?! How?" Chloe's little eyes screwed up in her Vince/Naboo type way and she tilted her head slightly to the side.

"Well… you could have been stabbed in the face" Jenny replied confidently.

"What?!"

"Well, you know, someone could have just come along, with a knife, and well, stabbed you in the face." Jenny's voice was so plain and devoid of any emotion it reminded Chloe of the piece of Nazi propaganda that she had just recently watched in her history lesson – The Eternal Jew. Like Jenny's voice it was told in such a way as to appear fact… not that Chloe was a Nazi or anything.

Jenny had started to stare into Chloe's eyes trying to get Chloe's attention back to her. Jenny thought once again that Chloe had gone of on another tangent, probably involving Johnlock or The Mighty Boosh.

"Hmmm… more likely to be Johnlock" Jenny thought aloud.

At the mention of Johnlock, Chloe burst back into reality. "Why would someone want to stab me in the face?"

There was another awkward silence, typical in a normal Chloe-Jenny conversation.

"'Coz… you're…" There was another long pause as Jenny said the inevitable. "ginger."

"I KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO SAY THAT!" Chloe exploded into rage, her red face almost matching the bright colour of her au-natural ginger hair.

Jenny, obviously quite terrified at Chloe's outburst said nothing.

"Look! Rainbows!" Jenny ran out a finger at her friend's rainbow coloured scarf and instantly Chloe began to check if they were in the correct order. Carefully sorting through each fibre of the scarf.

"The colours are correct." Chloe stated.

Jenny swept her brow in her quiet knowledge that she had defused the bomb.

"I'm quite glad that you're so similar to The Kid" Jenny said.

"I think you mean Death the Kid,"

"Well, you know one of my favourite characters, out of one of my favourite films is called The Kid so excuse me if I shorten the Death Note's "The Kid" character's name."

"What you've just said… makes no sense."

And then Jenny started on one of her many rants about one of the most obscure and tiny things in the history of man, normally somehow relating to Adam Ant. Only the other day Jenny had lectured her whole Art class on "important" Punk history. Jenny was always making obscure references that nobody else got. Chloe remembered back to one time in PE, or was it Ent. and Emp.? Who knows, but Jenny swaggered into the classroom and declared to her friends, "This is going to be legend wait for it I hope you're not lactose intolerant 'coz the second half of this word is dary! Hmm"

The class was quiet.

"Don't none of you watch How I Met Your Mother?! Are none of you familiar with the work of Neil Patrick Harris?!"

"Is that the show that's kind of a copy of Friends?" One lone person called out.

Jenny sighed and held a tired hand to her face. "Never mind."

"Chloe? Chloe? Hello?" Jenny hit Chloe quite hard on the head to try and get Chloe back into the conversation. "Were you even listening to me?!"

"Umm…"

"Why can't we go back to the days when we were working for Sherlock and you got caught up in that complicated love triangle with Sherlock and John. Wow, I still remember John's face where Sherlock told him he was seeing YOU… John nearly hit Sherlock's cheekbones straight out…"

"Jenny… we're in year.10."

"Yer"

"None of us work, let alone travel to London for work,"

"And…"

"That never actually happened!"

"Or did it?"

"What?!"