BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

I WANT YOU IN MY ROOM

LET'S SPEND THE NIGHT TOGETHER

FROM NOW UNTIL FOREVER

:D

Mr. Crepsley walked along the circus grounds keeping an eye on his young assistant. He didn't quite trust him with any girls, especially when they were as pretty as the ones they had met a few nights earlier. There were only two of them but they were already causing havoc.

One was a very artistic girl with straight, black hair that barely touched her shoulders. She had thick black glasses, odd cartoon t-shirts and itty bitty black shorts. The shorts scared him the most. At first he thought they were a sign that she was dirty or wanted attention but he soon realized that she was only playful.

The other girl was more Evra's type with short, light brown hair cut short above her shoulders, big brown eyes, a mouth full of braces, tight cartoon-style shirts and baggy shorts.

All four of them put together was enough to drive the poor old vampire insane. He had been getting more headaches than usual lately and it really got on his nerves. Well, he could do nothing to stop it. Mr. Tall insisted that the girls stay if they wanted to. He told Mr. Crepsley time and time again that it was good for the young boys to be around girls their own age. He said it was healthy.

Well, what was healthy for them wasn't so healthy for him.

"C'mon, help me bring this sleeping bag inside!"

It was the brown-haired girl—Aisa—and to Mr. Crepsley's surprise, she was putting a sleeping bag into… Evra's tent?

"Okay, I got mine!" the black-haired girl—Marissa—said back.

A flurry of thoughts ran through Mr. Crepsley's mind. He tried to think through this. Booty shorts plus sleeping bags plus cute girls plus teenage boys plus sharing a tent plus flirting equals…! Nope, it didn't sound good at all. It sounded like someone was in for one crazy night.

But then, Darren, holding a sleeping bag high above his head and running toward the tent interrupted Mr. Crepsley's odd thoughts as he exclaimed with a wide smile, "Yay! Sleepover!"

Mr. Crepsley sighed in relief. What had he been thinking? Darren was too innocent, young and clueless to be thinking—much less actually doing—what his mind had been suggesting.

With that, he shook his head and went about his business.