Chpt. 7-Truth behind a curtain

As the boys stepped out of the dressing room, Ginger looks up from the row of chairs she and Courteny were sitting in, starteling Courteny, who had fallen asleep, to waking.

"You two finnally done, what were you doin, disscussing politics?" questions Ginger

"Something like that," replies Carl in a tone so sarcastic it can only be a lie. Yet ginger has little time to argue the fact as Courtney begins with her almost neverending nagging.

"Ginger, The shopping is wonderful and all but I can take no more of this madness, what say you to returning back to the manor for bite to eat and possibly even a sleep-over!"

"If she stays, then carl says as well," adds a rather urgent Blake Gripling.

"Oh, very well then Blake, so what is the verdict Ginger."

"Well, I'll call my mom and see what she says but other than that, sure." replies the redhead.

"Good, then it's settled, now...to retreive Winston."

With that, two teens, and two preteens began to make their way through the crowded mall in search of a lost buttler. It wasn't long though before Carl's newly released feelings got the better of him as he stealthily moved in behind his playmate. Yet the sudden appearence of arms around his waiste was not the kind of shock one would expect it to be for Blake, it did, on the other hand, cause him to cease moving. Spining gracefully to meet the gaze of his companion, Blake's head tilted ever so slightly to one side, moving in a gesture toward the now chattering girls.

"Not with them here," He wispered while removing the others hands.

"stupid girls, always in the way," as the words escaped his parteners mouth Blakes lips turned upward reveling a set of perfect white teeth benhind his smirk of amusment. A sudden shout from Courteny interupted his thought pattern though, informing them that Winston was no long "lost" the ride home began...