"Hour four, Ginger!"

"Four hours closer, Oliver!"

The two teens stood in a line outside a humble videogame store. It was currently thirty something degrees outside, and as they spoke, their breath puffed out in little clouds in front of them.

"Look at all these hopefuls; I'm surprised this many are here." As she spoke, Ginger smoothed down the front of her bubble jacket, adjusting her fuzzy blue earmuffs.

"I know. I was certain that Gamer Guy would up within the first hour, what with no food out here," Oliver said, laughing at his joke. He wore his soft hat pulled down low on his face, and strands of stray brown hair could be seen poking out.

"Poor guy must be starving right now. Though, I wouldn't mind having that blubber of his." Now they were both giggling, made hysterical from the cold, excitement, and long wait.

All around them, people crowded the sidewalk, though as the hours passed, the numbers dwindled. On the store windows colorful large posters had been hung up, advertising a new game that had become quite popular over the last few years and was the cause of all the waiting.

"Can you believe this is happening? We've been waiting months for this, ever since we beat the last game!" Oliver was practically bouncing. He looked like a small child on Christmas morning.

"What do you suppose the new game will be like? I bet it's even harder."

"I bet the graphics are awesome!"

"And the plotline!"

Yes, they were definitely hysterical.

As the minutes turned to hours, the line grew shorter and shorter as people decided that their time was better spent elsewhere, that it was much too cold outside for this sort of thing. However, Ginger and Oliver stayed standing, passing the time by making bets on who would leave next and speculating what the new game would be like. Before they knew it, it was night. Ten minutes to the release, and still the two waited, now huddled together for warmth.

"I can't feel my legs . . ." Ginger gasped through chattering teeth, her body trembling with shivers. Oliver hugged her even closer, if that was even possible, though if it was for her sake or his it's hard to tell.

"Only a few minutes now . . . Think about it, just five more minutes out here, and then Ghost Complex: War of Angels is ours!"

"I'm so tired; how are we going to stay up all night playing now?" Were her lips turning blue?

"We'll manage. I've got plenty of junk food and caffeinated sodas to keep us awake for days." Was his face supposed to be that pale?

"Look, look! He's unlocking the doors, and we're the only ones here! It's time!" That's all it took for them to gather their remaining energy; soon, they were right outside the entrance, practically bouncing up and down.

"Here we go, here we go! Are you ready, Ginger?"

"As always, Oliver! Let's do this!"