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Chapter Nineteen: Ice Cream and Herbal Tea

A brunette girl ran down the hall, screaming for her life. Suddenly, a green tentacle came out of the darkness and dragged her in.

The End

Dick, Kori, Garfield, Terra, Victor, and Rachel all stared at the huge TV screen agape as the DVD went back to Menu.

They were watching Wicked Scary II: Scary's Revenge. Scattered about them were chip bags, candy wrappers, soda cans, empty pop-corn bowls and pillows (A/N my kinda night!).

"Whoa," said Vic, eyes wide.

"Is it over?" said Gar, hiding behind Terra.

"I dare not look!" said Kori, hiding behind Dick.

Then, they all looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Oh, MAN!" laughed Dick. "Awesome pick, Gar!"

"Did I tell you or did I tell you?" Gar gloated

"'Member when she was in the basement –" started Vic.

"And it was right behind her –" added Dick.

"And she turned –" said Gar.

"I was FREAKEN OUT!" said Vic, light heartedly. "I wanted to turn it off…"

"Sooo?" said Gar, turning to Rachel, who barely showed any emotion. "Come on, admit it. You were totally scared!"

She merely looked at him and said:

"I don't do fear"

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That night, Rachel tossed and turned, trying to get the disturbing images out of her mind. But, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get that image of the monster out of her mind.

Relax. Just relax. You're not afraid… you're not afraid… you're not – what was that?

Rachel's head peaked at the sound of something walking down the stairs.

No, no, someone, not something… someone.

To prove to herself that there was nothing wrong, she went out of her room and looked out the door. She saw a faint shadow hurrying down the stairway and a disappearing echo of footprints. She quickly and quietly followed the shadow when it reached the kitchen.

Rachel bit her lip and pressed on. When she got to the door way, she saw something. It was a dark figure that was walking around. Then, with all the courage she could muster, she switched on the light. Gar looked up, surprised. Rach released her breath.

See? said the Logic side of her brain. It was just Garfield. There's no such thing as monsters…

But it could have been something scary, said the Timid part of her brain. It could have been a robber…

Oh, shut up she snapped at herself. I swear, it's like having skitsophrenia.

"What are you doing here?" asked Gar.

"I could ask you the same thing"

"Just getting a snack." He showed her the cookies he had in his hand.

"You didn't get enough junkfood during the movie?"

"Rachel, I'm ashamed of you. You know me better than that. Of course I didn't get enough during the movie!"

A small glint of a smile spread over her lips and then quickly returned back to normal. Gar opened the fridge and said: "So what did you come down here for?"

"Herbal tea," she lied, quickly. Then she went over to the tea pot and filled it with water.

"Oooooooh!" Gar squealed. "Ice cream!"

He pulled out a half-gallon of Chocolate Fudge Brownie and pulled out a spoon. Then, without warning, he dove into it.

When he remerged, there was ice cream all above his upper-lip. The sides of Rachel's mouth twitched.

"You seemed to have grown a mustache," she said.

"Really?" And he looked at his lip, making him look cross-eyed. Rach tried hard not to smile.

"Ooh, ooh, wait!" And he got a rolled-up napkin, held it up to his mouth with two fingers and said: "If you don't like it, you can leave in a huff. If that's too soon, you can leave in a minute in a huff!"

Rachel couldn't fight it any more and smiled at his lame impression of Groucho Marx.

The he put down the napkin and took a large, see-through salad spoon and, with his best British accent, said: "Elementary, my dear Dawson!"

Rach smile, showing her teeth, as a small laugh escaped her lips.

Then he put down the spoon, took a wooden one, and in a New York accent said: "And here he comes, number three, the Great Bambino himself!"

She actually giggled. "Babe Ruth didn't have a mustache."

Gar blinked. "He didn't?"

Rach shook her head, smiling. He paused and then said: "Well, he has one, now!" And he swung at an imaginary baseball. "Oh, look at that, ladies and gents! There's another for the Swami of Slam! For the Sultan of Swat! For the Bambino of Bam!" Then he ran in place, blowing kisses and waving. Then he stopped, clasped his hands together, and shook them above his head. Rach laughed.

After he wiped away the ice cream, Rachel put water in the pot, and left it on the stove. Then she reached for a cup. Gar stood right behind her, there backs to each other. Then, as if on cue, the turned so their noses nearly touched.

They paused and for a moment, simply stared into each others eyes, neither of them breaking the silence, or the moment. Rachel's heart fluttered and Gar felt like he was glued to the floor. Then, the tea pot whistled, bringing them both sharply back to reality.

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Gar paced around his room.

What just happened? he thought over and over again.

He tried sitting down, crouching on the window, even standing on his head, just to do something. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the mysterious girl out of his head.

He lay on his bed. Why had he never seen how pretty she was?

Quit it! he scolded. Stop thinking about her! You have a girlfriend, remember?

Yeah, said another, a girlfriend one short of the devil.

She is not!

Yeah, right.

Look, you can't just break up with her!

Why not?

Because she has no where else to go! If you break up with her, she'll be on the streets, and it'll be you're fault!

He sighed and rolled over.

Yeah, he thought, sadly. And, besides, she would probably never feel the same.

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