-Jeanette-
After I hung up the phone, I resigned myself to a game of Solitaire, a bag of popcorn, and my new DVD of Sense and Sensibility that Simon had gotten me for my birthday. After ten games of Solitaire (I lost to myself every time), I gave up and started putting the cards in order until i had the whole deck set out on the floor.
"Now," I muttered to myself, "Why can't I organize everything like this?"
Just then, Eleanor came down the stairs, rubbing the back of her neck and yawning. "Hey, Jeanette," she said in a tired voice. "Good morning."
"More like afternoon," I replied, motioning to the clock and stacking up the cards to put them up. "Why did you sleep so late?"
Eleanor walked into the living room, and looked at the clock. "Hm?" Then she saw the time. Her eyes grew wide, and she jumped and knocked over my stack of cards. "OH MY GOD."
"Gosh," I corrected. "What's wrong?"
"Theodore! Oh my god!"
"Gosh. What about him?"
"I'm late!" she yelled, "Oh my god! He's been waiting there for an hour!" With that, she ran up the stairs, cursing under her breath, "Shit shit shit! Oh my GOD..."
"Gosh," I corrected in a loud voice.
"SHUT UP, JEANETTE!" she yelled upstairs.

-Theodore-
I glanced at the picnic basket next to me, and my stomach growled.
"No," I told myself again, "I'm going to share it with Ellie when she gets here." I glanced at my phone, and added, "If she gets here."
I had been waiting for an hour. An hour! An hour in the park under the hot sun, with that tasty-smelling picnic basket i had made next to me. I was so hungry, I could eat a horse. (Not really, of course, although I've heard they taste like chicken. Doesn't all meat, though? Kind of?)
But it would all be worth it once she got here. We would sit on the blanket and talk and eat and kiss and... my stomach growled again. I moaned, and gave in, reaching over and picking up the basket. First I ate my sandwich, then hers, and the chips, and I nibbled on the celery, until I remembered the brownies. So I ate those.
There was still lots of food left. That satisfied me, so I decided to implement some self-control and stop eating.
A dude with an ice-cream cart came by. I wiped sweat off of my forehead, and thought about how nice it would be if i had some cold ice-cream... mmm...
In seconds, i was up, jogging after the guy (he was moving pretty fast). After ten minutes of chasing him, and then ten more minutes of waiting in line, i finally came back to the bench. i was stunned by what i found.
My basket was gone.
At first I thought maybe it was the wrong bench, but no, there was the blanket, right where I had left it.
At first I was sad, then hurt, and then kind of pissed off. "Who the hell steals a picnic basket?" I said out loud, angrily plopping down on the bench.

-Eleanor-
I ran all the way to the park, literally shoving through crowds. When I came to the park, i found Theodore sitting on the bench, our bench, looking very upset.
"Oh no," I thought, "Look what I've done."
I walked slowly over to him, and sat tenatively on the bench. "Theodore?"
He turned, saw me, and dropped his ice-cream. "Eleanor! Where were you?"
Sleeping? Could I say that? That's not a very good reason... "I was... working..." I replied slowly.
"Working?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah... on... Miss Miller's car... Yeah." I thought i sounded shaky, but I guess he believed me, because he pulled me into a hug.
"I missed you!" he whispered.
I hugged him back, and smelled his t-shirt... oh, he smelled so good... like chocolate brownies. Which reminded me... where was our picnic basket?
"Theodore, what happened to our food?" I asked, pulling away.
He laughed, and said, "That doesn't matter."
And with that, he pulled me in and planted one on me. We kissed for a little bit. Then i pulled away again, and said, "Really, Theodore. I'm hungry."
He sighed, and slumped. "Somebody stole it."
I didn't beleive him. "Oh, really?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. Tweaking his nose, I said, "Or did somebody just get a little hungry?"
He giggled and replied, "No, really. Somebody stole it."
I tickled him. "I don't beleive you!"
"Somebody took it!"
"I still don't beleive you!"
"Ellie. Somebody took it. Really."
I looked in his eyes, and could see he was being serious. My jaw dropped, and after a moment, i said, "What kind of a douche would do that?"

-Alvin-
"Mm," I said, eating another chunk of fudge. "This is so good."
Brittany laughed, and ate a spooful of pudding. "Theodore is going to be super pissed."
I laughed, and shook my head, digging around in the picnic basket. "He'll be fine, please. What's he gonna do, sit on me?"
She hit me on the shoulder, snickering, "That's so mean!"
"Why are you suprised? You know me," I replied. I stopped walking, and pretended to draw a gun from a sling around my waist, drawling in a Southern accent, "The Meanest in the West!"
She giggled, and hooked her arm in mine. "Yep!"
Were we getting along? Weird. And i couldn't help but notice that whenever seh laughed, I would get these little tingles in my stomach... what was wrong with me?