Strudel pulled up next to me. I had completely forgotten he was there! I mumbled something to Strudel that 'Finnick Odair' couldn't hear. "What is your name anyways?" I asked him. "Phillip," he said. "and yours is?" "Samantha, but I prefer Sam." "Okay 'I prefer Sam', do you want to go see a movie?" Phillip. Was. Asking. Me. To. The. Movies. "Ummmm. I guess?" I still wasn't sure if he was talking to me or a really pretty girl named Sam that may or may not be behind me. 

"Okay what movie do you want to see?"

"What is showing?"

"Lemme check... There is Mockingjay Part 2, Kungfu Panda 3, The 5th wave, Star Wars the Force Awakens, Daddy's Home, The good Dinosaur..."

"How about the good dinosaur"

"Ummmm"

"Just kidding! How about Star Wars?"

"That sounds good. What time do you want to go?"

"How about in 30 minutes?"

"M'kay. tickets are bought!"

He was the dream guy. He buys tickets before the movie. Amazing. Then I remembered Strudel, but Phillip had already beaten me to it. "I have a friend who can watch that cat. What is its name?" I was wondering why his friend needed to know Strudel's name but, I told him anyways. "My cat's name is Strudel." 

He said "that's an interesting name." I then told him the story of how, before my parents had died (he said sorry about that),we went to a rescue shelter to get a pet. I was so excited to be getting a pet, because it would be a friend, or a person to talk to, since I had no siblings. When I saw the grey little cat, I knew he was exactly what I wanted. We got the grey little cat, and my parents asked me what I wanted to name him. I looked out the window, and across the street I saw the Hungarian Strudel Shop and I knew that Strudel was going to be perfect for my little cat.

 That was 6 years ago. If Strudel has the average lifespan of a cat, then he should live for about 10 more years. Phillip was fascinated by Strudel's story. We then realized that we had been at the pizza shop for a while, and there were some people who needed a table. we got up and left.  Finnick and I each left a tip.

We walked down the road and talked about some stuff like what we want to do for a job, some things about the future, others about the past. Phillip talked about how when he graduated collage, he wanted to join the peace corps, and then he wanted to be a zoologist. He reminded me a little of my father. I told him about how I would also like to join the peace corps after college, then I would like to become an animator.

 Disney, art, technology, and just animation in itself was always so fascinating, and I wanted to play a part in it. I wanted to make some children feel magical from watching something I drew.

 I always wanted to see a smile spread across a person's face because of me, although that rarely happens. Most people would rather spend their time with... other people. It is not that I try to be mean or anything, I'm just not exactly the type of person who does "fun" things. I don't like to prank call people because there could be real people who have to answer that phone, and you should not be harming them, or just being a general nuisance by prank calling them. i explained this o Phillip and he understood. He told me he pretty much only had 2 friends (INCLUDING ME!!!!) We both agreed that it was much better to have only a few good friends rather than a bunch of "Facebook" friends. My family always referred to some people as "Facebook friends", because they are people who you are acquaintances with, or maybe nice towards, but they are not people who you would really hang out with, or be good friends with.

We stumbled upon the library (not literally, although I had almost tripped a few times on that walk...) We both had our library cards with us so we decided to go inside. 

The smell of books always cheered me up. We separated, planning to meet back by the aquarium when we were finished. 

Phillip headed over towards the Sci-Fi section while I made my way towards the Fantasy section. I had already read most of the Sci-Fi books at this library anyways. Plus there were a whole lot more fantasy books. I ran my hand along the spines of the books, feeling the power of their words surge through me. Most people made fun of me for loving my books so much, but they aare sort of a part of me. the characters in books were some of my only friends after my parents died. Even before my parents died, I had a few more friends, but not many that I hung out with regularly. So, my music, art, and books served as the best friends I could have.