Robbie strummed aimlessly on his guitar, working on a song for Wendy.
"Babe you know I like you most out of anyone in this whole stupid world.
If I had to face a ghost for you I'd…"
…run away like a little girl?
Nevermind.
"You know I hate to see you cry alone,
so let me dry your tears with a snow co—no, that's dumb."
That fair sucked anyway.
"I know how you hate fighting,
but you know I'd fight for you…"
…unless some snot-nosed kid brought in a blurry fire-throwing maniac.
Robbie sighed. Maybe song-writing wasn't his thing.