After getting some quick medical attention, the bell rang and Pippin headed down to the bus. He stepped on, a bit nervous that somebdy might ask him what happened to him. He wore a nose guard now, right on the bridge of his nose where it had been broken. He hoped that Legolas didn't feel too bad, it had only been an accident, after all.

"Good lord!", a dwarf exclaimed the minute he got on, "What happened to you?"

Pippin ignored him and headed to his seat next to frodo. He saw many faces that he hadn't been able to identify earlier because it had been too dark in the morning. He sat down next to Frodo, who had his hodie on,earbuds slammed into his ears, and was texting on his cell phone.

"Hey Frodo.", he said, alerting the hobbit to his presence. Frodo turned around, unplugging his earbuds. His eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the nose guard that was taped onto Pippin's nose, and his mouth gaped.

"Pippin, what happened?", Frodo asked him, "Did somebody beat you up?" The hobbit's eyes were interested as he waited for Pippin's respose.

"No, nobody beat me up, Frodo.", he said, "I just got hurt when I was playing soccer. It's no big deal."

"Okay, if you say so.", Frodo said as the bus started to move out of its spot and go down the lane, "Wanna listen to some of my rap?", he asked.

"Sure.", Pippin replied, "Thanks." Even in the short amount of time he had been in high school, he knew that sharing earbuds was a gesture of friendship and bonding, like when chimps would groom each other. He put the earbud into his ear, and was immediateluy assaulted by a very loud array of obscenities and foul language.

"Hold on.", he told Frodo, taking out the earbud, 'I wanna see what's going on."

The seniors were singing, more like rocking (he noticed the way that they were flipping their heads back and forth like maniacs) to the song all star. The senior that had growled at him earlier was singing along with another senior at top volume, and the others were sort of singing, too.

The lead singer of these dudes was a blonde elven senior with dark eyebrows.

It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now but wait 'til you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture

Jeez, he has a great voice!, Pippin thought. He was tempted to sing along with them but decided to play it safe and not sing along them seeing as one of them was that grumpy senior that had yelled at him that morning.

"So, " he asked Frodo, "Are you going to try out for any sports?"

"What?", Frodo asked, pulling his earbuds out of his ears.

"I said, are you going to try out for any sports?", Pippin repeated.

"Nope.", he said, "You?"

"I might.", Pippin said, "Maybe soccer or Tennis."

"You guys need to join the band.", Said the blonde elf who had been singing earlier, "We really need more people to join. The name's Haldir. Who are you?"

"I'm Pippin, and this is my friend, Frodo.", he introduced them. Wow! A senior actually talked to me!, he thought. Just don't screw this up, a little voice inside of his head warned him.

"So, who do you guys have for your classes?", The senior asked them, moving his long legs to the aisle and leaning over with his elbows on his knees.

"We've got Gandalf, Bilbo, and Saruman. Not to mention, we also have teacher who never told us his name. We call him PC.", said Pippin.

"Ah. What does that stand for, might I ask?", the senior asked them.

"Psycho crazy.", all of the freshmans on the bus said at the same time.

Haldir raised an eyebrow, and continued his conversation with the ragged-haired human senior.
It was peacefully dull on the bus, and at that moment Pippin could have cared less if the bus ride went on forever. He could hear the sounds of Frodo's fingers clacking on the keys of his texting device, the sound of the girls talking up front, and the sound of The bus engine running.

He looked over Frodo's shoulder, to see who he was texting. Sure, it was rude, but Frodo would never notice because he was too consumed in what he was doing.

The bus came to a stop, and they watched Rosie get off along with the greasy haired senior and Arwen.

After that, he eventually got off, waving goodbye to Frodo and the others. As he got into the car, his mother let out a gasp.

"What on earth happened to you?", she asked him.

"I got a broken nose playing soccer. I tripped.", he lied, not wanting to blow this up into a big thing, and wuickly added, "The nurse fixed it. She said the cast would come off in a few days."

"Alright, other than that., how was your day?", his mother asked as they pulled into the driveway.

"It was cool.", he said, not wanting to go into detail.

The minute they got home, he headed for his room and got out the phone, hoping that Frodo would be home.

He dialed in Frodo's number and waited.

"Hello?", he heard Frodo answer.

"Hey frodo! Today rocked, didn't it?", he said.

"Yeah, it did.",Frodo said, "I was actually about to call you."

"Why?"

"Sam's sort of pissed at me.", Frodo told him.

"Why?"

"Well, you see, Rosie sort of asked me out when we were texting…", Frodo started.

Rosie asked him out while they were texting?? Did relationships mean so little now that you could break up or get together in chatspeak??

"I don't know what to say—", he started, and he could hear yelling in the background.

"That's my mom.", Frodo said, "I've got to clean my room. Bye, man."

"Bye!"