I'm hardly a short story, I'll tell you that much. My name is Needy, and yes, that's a nickname. I live in Devil's Kettle with my mom. My mom is always on Prescription Something, and I don't even know where my dad is. My best friend is…well, I'll get to her later.
Anyway, I look like Jan Brady. It's true, the lead singer of Low Shoulder said so, but I'm not a virgin like a lot of people would probably assume. In fact, the one guy I've slept with is dead now. RIP Chip (hugs and kisses).
Remember that best friend I mentioned? Well, her name's Jennifer Check…and she killed Chip. She would've eaten him too, if I hadn't stopped her. That's right, poor, homely Needy went up against all-powerful Jen and won. She ran off (if you consider running off a casual stroll past me and then hopping out a window). She's hot, more than a little conceited, totally shallow, and oh yeah…a demon. Yup, you read right. She's a demon that kills boys with her mouth. And we're totally BFFs.
The thing is, people don't understand us. I don't blame them, really. I mean, Jen's a total babe, and I'm just…not. Beyond that, it just gets weirder. You see, Jennifer was murdered, then she came back, as a demon. I know, it's freaktarded.
Since I found all this out, we've still been inseparable…except maybe when she fed on a close friend (RIP Colin) or my fucking boyfriend…but other than that? Yeah, I still love her.
Sure, we've had our rough periods. I've been goddang mad at Jen. Um hello? She killed Chip! But we're not BFFs for nothing, and I've since forgiven her for that. Besides, she's pretty much invincible now, and I think I'd lose.
People might say I'm fucked…and they'd be right. I've got a demon for a best friend, and a damn possessive one at that.
So if you're stuck in a similar boat, read this. Chances are, I can help you.