The little TV in Charley Brewster's room played the popular yet dying off TV show that he and his best friend, Evil, enjoyed watching. Fright Night Theater with Peter Vincent. Charley was on his bed, on top of his girlfriend, Amy, trying to get her to go to the next level. "Charley! Peter Vincent's on!" said Amy trying to get Charley to stop.
Charley looked at his little TV. "Forget Peter Vincent," he purred kissing her neck.
"But you love him!" said Amy sitting up.
"But I love you more," purred Charley. He pretended to bite her neck like a vampire in Fright Night Theater. He pushed himself down on Amy.
They laid in bed, Amy had given up on not making out. Charley tried to move his hand into her pink blouse, but her hand jerked it out. He was determined to go to the next level. I mean, it's pretty sad when Evil was bragging about long, hard nights he spent with Brenda while all Charley could say was that he saw Amy in a robe.
"Stop it," warned Amy. Again, so close to the cup of her bra. Amy smacked his hand away and stood up. "Charley, I said stop it!"
Amy leaned her head against the wall, she was almost in tears. "Jesus, Amy," sighed Charley. "Give me a break!" Charley stood as well. "We've been going together for almost a year and all I hear is, Charley stop it! Evil and Brenda have been going out for seven months and I bet Evil never hears, Evil stop it!"
A tear rolled down Amy's cheek. Brenda was a bad girl. She wore a skin tight leather skirt on her first date with Evil. She wears bright red lipstick and rats her hair. Amy wears bubblegum lip gloss and ponytails.
She hated how Charley looked at Brenda, how he envied Evil's relationship with her. Charley sighed. "I'm sorry," he said.
"Me too," sniffed Amy, embracing Charley. "I'm just scared, that's all." She pulled Charley into a kiss. "Let's get into bed."
"You mean it?" asked Charley.
Amy blushed. "I can be a bad girl, like Brenda," she said. Again, into a hard kiss, until something outside Charley's window caught his eye. Two men were carrying something. A coffin. Amy sat on Charley's bed, shirtless. usually, Charley would have been excited. Another level! But today, the coffin held his attention. "Charley...I'm ready."
"Amy, you're not gonna believe this," said Charley. "There are two guys in the yard carrying a coffin."
"That's not so hard to believe," said Amy. "Didn't Brenda order a coffin and have sex with Evil in it?"
Charley shook his head. "She didn't order it, it was her dads," said Charley as Amy shuddered. "But these guys aren't Evil or Brenda."
"Sure," said Amy. "They're on the moors, right?"
"Amy, I'm serious," hissed Charley.
"So am I," said Amy. "Do you want to make love tonight or not?"
"Amy, quick, come here. You gotta see this!" said Charley, unaware that Amy was getting dressed and ready to storm out of his room. She slammed the door and Charley ran after her. "Maybe it wasn't a coffin, but I saw two guys carrying something into that house!"
"I'm sure Brenda doesn't have these problems with Evil. I'm sure when she's lying there half naked in his bed, she has his whole attention!" sneered Amy. "With you, it's like first you want to make love and then you don't!"
"What's wrong?" asked Charley's mom who sat on the couch in the living room.
"Nothing mom," said Charley. She better not have heard their conversation. Charley felt a blush on his cheeks.
"Come here, you two," she said. Oh great! A sex talk! A condom and birth control talk! His mom was going to make this whole night worse! "Are you two having a lover's spat?"
Oh thank G-d! "No, mom, nothing like that," said Charley.
"Well, there's nothing wrong with it," said Charley's mom. "The divorce rate is 76% higher for couples who don't argue before marriage."
"We're in high school!" squeaked Charley looking out the window.
"Never hurts to plan ahead," said Charley's mom. "Amy, will you remind your mother we're playing poker at her house this weekend?"
"Yes, Mrs. Brewster," said Amy. "Good night Charley."
"Yeah, good night," said Charley, not leaving the window.
Amy choked back some tears. "Good night, Mrs. Brewster," said Amy.
"Good night," said Charley's mom. "Thanks for helping Charley with his homework."
"Anytime," said Amy. "See you tomorrow, Charley?"
Charley continued to gawk out the window. Ignoring Amy and his mother. Amy felt tears well up and she stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her. "Charley, that wasn't very nice not walking Amy to the front door," scolded Charley's mom.
"There are people next door," said Charley.
"I guess the new owner is moving in," said Charley's mom.
"What new owner?"
"Didn't I tell you?" asked Charley's mom. She shrugged. "Bob Hopkins said he finally got rid of the place."
"Who'd he sell it to?"
"Some fella who fixes up houses," said Charley's mom. "Supposed to be very attractive. I just hope he knows what he's getting into with this house."
The TV rambled about a murdered body of a young high school student found behind the railroad yards. Charley drowned out the TV and focused on next door.
"Brenda?" asked Mr. Smith, the trig teacher at school. The bell had rang and he called up Brenda. Great. What did she do now? "I'm sorry about your brother murder."
Brenda bit who bright red bottom lip and nodded away some tears as Ed embraced her. The young high school boy was Brenda's little brother, Robert. "Thank you, Mr. Smith," spoke Brenda as Ed led her out of the classroom.
"You take care of her Thompson!" called Mr. Smith to Ed.
Ed looked back and nodded before running into Charley. "That bastard!" yelled Charley. "Why didn't he tell us he was gonna spring a pop quiz?"
"That's the point to a pop quiz, Brewster, to surprise you," said Ed laughing. Charley flunked the quiz horribly.
"Gee thanks, teach!" snarled Charley. Charley heard Amy say hi to Brenda. A sorry for the loss of her little brother. "Hey, Amy!"
Amy shoved Charley aside and kept walking. "Holy shit, the hell did ya do to her, Brewster?" asked Brenda sticking a lollipop into her mouth.
"She probably finally found out what Brewster's really like!" cackled Ed.
"Buzz off, Evil!" snarled Charley.
"Oh. Call me anything you want," said Ed. "You're the one failing trig, not me!"
Brenda giggled and Charley looked at her. "And stop with the blowpops!"
"It's a tootsie roll," said Brenda shaking the sucker at Charley.
"We all know why you eat those!" cried Charley. "Practicing swallowing Evil's pencil dick!"
Brenda narrowed her eyes at Charley and kicked him with her booted foot in the face. Charley's face turned red and he got all huffy. The two watched as he stormed off down the hall. Ed placed an arm around Brenda. "Poor fool, he needs to get laid," sighed Ed.
Charley pulled up to his house after school and got out of his car. A tall woman in a brown skirt got out from a taxi. She smiled at Charley. "Hi, I'm Velma Sawyer," she smiled the woman to Charley. It was Brenda's older sister. "Is this 99 Oak?"
"That's next door," said Charley. Charley went inside his house to see his mom cleaning. "Have you seen the new guy next door?"
"No, but I hear he's got a live-in carpenter," said Charley's mom. "With my luck, he's probably gay."
"I don't think so," said Charley.
"Why? What do you know that I don't?" asked Charley's mom who stopped cleaning.
"Oh, nothing," said Charley. "I gotta go study!"
Charley had been studying for hours on end. Suddenly, from next door, he heard a woman screaming. "Velma!" cried Charley.