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Damien- SHE DOESN'T EVEN GO HERE!

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The first week at the shop was pretty crazy and I mean crazy in many ways. Although I figured working with the Frog brothers would be crazy regardless.

Monday at the shop, only one word could describe the entire thing and that word is, you guessed it, awkward. Usually, I can handle awkward and unpleasant, but this was a different type of awkward and it wasn't exactly unpleasant. Most of these awkward situations had something to do with Edgar.

I was getting a box of comics out of the storage room, as I walked by the counter where Edgar was reading, I dropped the box. When I bent over to grab the box, I got the sense someone was watching me. I looked over my shoulder to see Edgar looking at my butt.

"Looking for something?" I asked calmly, he quickly broke his gaze on my ass and shook his head.

"There was a- um, spider." Edgar said looking around aimlessly like the "spider" crawled up the wall. That was a helpless attempt of trying to get out of getting caught.

"Yeah if that spider was on her ass." Alan mumbled casually as he walked by us.

Then Tuesday, I was carrying some boxes back to the storage room and I had to slither in a cramped hallway. The box was covering my face so I put it down lower and as soon as I did, I had to scoot past Edgar ,who was coming out of the room. Thing is, we stopped for a brief second, which felt like an hour, and stared at each other until we finally got slapped in the face by reality. So I put the boxes back in the room and I came out wanting to talk to Edgar, but he was gone.

Wednesday, I actually ended up having an actual conversation with the brothers that didn't end up in an argument about comic book characters.

Now, today was Thursday and I just wanted to let the day drift by. When I saw Breagan and Haven I knew that wasn't going to happen. They always seemed to make my work shifts seem longer because if they weren't questioning me about Edgar and Alan then they were complaining about how busy I was. They waved at me and I gave a slight wave back, next thing I knew they were coming at me like hurricanes.

"Hey Jet!" Breagan grinned excitedly, scanning her look I knew something was up.

"What?" I asked her with a skeptical raise of my eyebrow.

"Well, Haven and I were talking and we thought-." she looked at Haven to finish the sentence.

"-You need a break from work." Haven said in a devious tone. I stared at them, I wasn't stupid I knew that there was a reason behind all this. God help me whatever that reason may be.

"Ok, now what's the real reason you guys are here?" I asked. Breagan was the first to answer.

"The real reason is," she leaned in and whispered, "we think something's going on that you're not telling us and I. Need. Details!"

I don't know why Breagan made me want to reveal everything but she is the person I tell everything to. She's just the trustworthy type, she knows secrets about everyone but she never tells just because she's a good person like that. "What do you think is going on?" I asked her, puzzled. She motione her head over my shoulder and I looked back.

Edgar was straightening up comics and I looked back at Breagan. "Not this again!" I begged her dropping my head on her shoulder, "Take pity on me, please!" I whined.

"Pity is not in my vocabulary, along with normal and perfection." she said shaking my shoulders gently, bringing my head back up to look at her.

"What about Edgar?" I sighed knowing I was going to tell her one way or another. She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the store. I was so going to get in trouble for this.

"I'll tell you over ice cream!" Breagan said pulling me down the boardwalk, Haven behind us.

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We all sat down at a nearby table with our ice cream, Breagan smiling at me like a Cheshire cat. Haven and her kept whispering and giggling like maniacs and I braced myself for the pouring of questions like a dam bursting.

"Ok, what is this about?" I asked taking a bite out of my ice cream, the sweet taste of butter pecan calming me down a tiny bit.

Breagan and Haven looked at each other before hey spoke up. "You've got a thing for Edgar!" Haven chimed. At that moment I felt like throwing a table out a window and yelling "ENOUGH WITH THE DAMN EDGAR ASSUMPTIONS AND QUESTIONS!' but I didn't.

I just stared at them like they just bitch slapped a puppy, "I don't have a thing for Edgar!" I said agitated.

"Oh, but you do!" Breagan said with her grin getting a little larger. I shook my head and stared at my ice cream in frustration.

"Just admit it Jet! It's so obvious." Haven said persistently.

"Ok, what the hell?!" I exclaimed.

"Or he has a thing for you! Either way you two were meant for each other." Breagan said making her hands into a heart. I wondered for a second if they had found out about the weird situations this week, but of course they hadn't. Maybe they were just psychic.

"Why do you assume he likes me?" I asked, I know my friends are quick to assumptions, but I mean really?

"Girl, he's always staring at you and plus you need a boyfriend." Haven said and licked her ice cream. The thought of Edgar staring at me brought me back to Monday…

"You guys don't even come to the shop, how would you know?" I said taking a chunk out of my ice cream cone.

"Oh we are there, you just don't know." Breagan said in a mysterious tone, we all laughed.

"So you've been spying on me?" I asked cocking my head to side. I know my friends are loyal, but stalking is new territory.

"Well…yeah we've been spying." Haven admitted.

"Why?" I questioned in a you've-got-to-be-kidding-me tone. I can't believe my friends were spying on me just to see if there was any chemistry between Edgar and I.

"Because we want to know how you're investigation is going." Breagan said raising her eyebrows.

To be honest, I had got nothing on my investigation and for a second I forgot about my friends spying on me, "Well so far nada-,"

"We can see that." Breagan cut in.

"-but I think that it's got something to do with that whole vampire stuff…" I said staring at my napkin.

"You mean you believe it?" Haven remarked. I looked at Breagan, well at least she knew what I was saying.

"Kind of…" I muttered hoping I didn't sound like a total nut case. I avoided making eye contact the entire time while I was eating my ice cream.

After a long period of silence, Breagan spoke up, "Well…," she broke the silence, "there's going to be a party at Jamie Willis' house next Saturday. You up for it?"

"What time?" I asked her, it all depended on if I was working, I've been engulfed in work, if you count reading as working anyways.

"8:30 and his parents won'y be home-" Breagan started.

"it's a legit party." Haven finished. I thought for a second. Jamie was the most popular kid in Santa Carla and he'll be a senior when school starts back. A party sounded wicked, considering we were sophomores.

"Sure I'll go." I agreed with a smile. Breagan punched the air and let out a "WHOO!" and Haven smiled and nodded.

"You must stay the night at my house that night." Breagan said finishing her ice cream.

"Awesome, I just hope the cops don't show up. I don't feel like getting arrested and grounded by my dad." I said imagining the scene in my head. We all said our goodbye's and I headed back to the comic book shop. Only to be faced by Edgar and Alan staring at me.

"Where did you go?" Edgar asked.

"Oh my friends and I went to this strange place under the sea called Atlantis where I rode dolphine and met a couple merpeople and Aquaman." I joked hoping to ease the mood.

My attempt was answered with the guys staring at me and Alan muttering under his breath.

"I'm kidding! I went to get some ice cream, jeez." I said playfully shoving Edgar and flipping Alan off with a smooth sliding my finger down my neck trick.

"Well, you left, customers came in and Alan and I were in the storage room getting some stuff." Edgar explained with his same old "I'm a bad-ass" look on his face. That gets so annoying after a while.

"Seriously? The one time I leave people come in!" I said crossing my arms over my chest in disbelief.

"It's almost as if people hate you and don't want to come in as long as you're here." Alan said holding his finger to his chin in mock pondering.

"Really? Or maybe it's because they wanted the damsel in distress to get away from the ugly mutant freak so they could finally burn him to ashes." I said with a smart-ass look on my face. Alan was about to say something but Edgar spoke up.

"Don't leave again." Edgar said trying to play boss. I looked at him and grinned.

"Sure, I won't leave again, if you tell me what happened last Friday." I tapped my finger on my arm in waiting.

"It's none of your business." Edgar smirked. God, what is the deal with them and the stubbornness!

"It was my house, so I think it is my business!" I said with a cold stare.

"Yeah you see, thing is, I don't care." he said lowering his already deep voice.

"Fine, don't care! I'll find out one way or another," I remarked and walked past them to get my purse and leave. When I grabbed my purse from the storage room, I turned around and Edgar was there with his back on the doorway.

"Have you read that comic I gave you?" he asked with a serious face.

"No, I haven't." I said staring at him when I suddenly got butterflies in my stomach. What the devil?!

"I'd be careful on your walk home then." he warned. Was he hinting at this now, really?

"What do you mean?' I asked skeptically.

"Santa Carla isn't safe, you think this place is different now, you just wait." his eyes gleamed with a knowledge I wanted so desperately to know.

"What are you talking about?" I asked even though I was fully aware of what he was talking about.

"Vampires." he said with a tone of disgust. I stared at him and started to ask a question like "Um, what have you been smoking?" but I knew all to well I shouldn't. He let out a soft laugh, "You'll see, those blood-suckers never miss fresh meat." he said popping his knuckles. I walked to him and faced the doorway.

"I can take care of myself, thanks anyway." I started to walk down the hallway.

"It's your funeral." he called at me before I finally left the shop.

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