"Twyla!"

Frankie winced. She was getting better at spotting Twyla, but that meant it was her turn to sneak up on the Boogey Monster. Shouting in the library probably hadn't helped. Twyla had jumped right out of her shadow.

It was the same balcony where they'd first met- well, without Draculaura's… exuberant presence. Only last time, Twyla had startled Frankie. Twice. Maybe that meant she would be forgiving.

Mr. Dracula would not be so forgiving, going by his glare from the circulation desk below.

"Hey, Frankie. What's up?" Twyla seemed pleased enough to see her, despite the fact that all of their previous encounters had resulted in unpaid labor and monster-napping.

She was smiling. It was small, but noticeable, because Twyla's expression was usually so neutral. The opposite of Frankie, whose feelings always showed in her stitches.

"Hey, Twyla. So… I know you like your alone time, but I was wondering if you would maybe like to fang out this weekend, just the two of us?" Frankie stopped twiddling her index fingers when she realized they were starting to spark. "I was thinking maybe we could have a creepover? My dad can be a little loom-y, but he's nice once you get past the whole monosyllabic grunt thing."

Twyla appeared to be considering about it. Frankie tried to be patient. Everybody had different boundaries, and they all deserved respect.

"What about my place?" asked Twyla.

"What?"

She gave a little shrug. "My dad is never home… Well, not our home. Boogeyman and all."

Frankie nodded, even though the records on Boogey Monsters were somewhat limited. Twyla was the first one to attend Monster High. The Ghoul Squad hadn't even transported to Twyla's rescue. She'd just shown up one day and knocked on Mr. Dracula's door.

The internet was full of unsubstantiated rumors about Boogey Monsters, and even the Mr. Dracula's multitude of tomes only mentioned them in passing.

"Our house is a little… old though, so if you'd rather-"

"No!" Nuts and bolts. Frankie had gotten distracted by science again. She owed Cleo a Mummy Mocha. "I would love to go to your house!"

Twyla smiled. "How about Friday night?"

"Perfect! We can stay up as late as we want! I've only been to two creepovers before, and I wasn't really paying attention at the last one..." She had been too busy worrying about Twyla. "So I'm still an amateur, but I do know the basics. I'll bring snacks. What do you like? I usually end up eating normie food, because- you know, normie digestive system, but I can get whatever you want. I know people."

That had not sounded as cool as Frankie had hoped based on the tilt to Twyla's smile. Well, it was true. She did know people. Some of whom had very unusual dietary preferences.

"Normie food is good," said Twyla, "but you don't have to bring anything, Frankie. I think we've got, like, thirteen refrigerators."

That only raised further questions about Boogey nutrition. Frankie shook her head. There was something even more important than science to focus on.

"But I'm supposed to be thanking you! Not only did you help me keep an eye on Moanica and her Zomboys, but you got monster-napped in the process! I owe you way more than one. At least 13.5, by my calculations. I can't pay you back if I'm staying at your house and eating your food."

Twyla looked like she was thinking again. Frankie really had no problem being patient. It was the not-getting-distracted-by-science-while-waiting part that she struggled with. It didn't help that she was trying very hard not to hypothesize exactly why Twyla might require thirteen refrigerators.

"Friends don't keep track of what they owe each other," Twyla said eventually. "Right?"

"Oh!" said Frankie. "Right!"

"Then you don't need to bring any food. Unless you don't like frozen pizza."

"I love frozen pizza," Frankie said, with feeling.

"Cool." Twyla smiled again. "Oh, I know. You can bring games or… hair brushes? Whatever. You're still a much bigger expert than me when it comes to creepovers."

"I will bring so many hair brushes!" Frankie didn't seem to be able to say anything without feeling.

"Alright," said Twyla. "I'll meet you here Friday night."