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Nudge and I were eating ice-cream cones Vanilla Royale and Chocolate Attack outside Shirley's Bakery the next day. I was telling her about yesterday.
"Fang's amazing! I can still feel his lips tingling against my cheek, " I said. She giggled.
"So dramatic Max!"
"Seriously! I can't stop thinking about him. I only wish you'd met him, too, then you'd know how spectacular he is!" Suddenly a red Camaro pulled up.
"Jason saw your mom's car parked outside Freaky Mansion last night, " Dylan proclaimed in his ornery way as he sauntered over.
I wasn't going to let Dylan spoil my wonderful mood.
"Yeah and?"
"Did you go spray paint the mansion too?"
"What I did is none of your business," I said, licking the edge of my cone.
"I just thought that maybe you were dating the Osbournes! Oh, I forgot, he just bites the heads off bats he doesn't turn into them."
"I think I hear your mother calling, " I said.
"They haven't even tried to join the country club yet. But then again we don't accept vampires."
"Vampires?" I scoffed."Who says that?"
"Everyone, pinhead! The Walker vampires. The dude hangs out in the cemetery. They're total freaks."
"C'mon, Dyl, let's get out of here already. We've got practice, " Jason said.
"Now I see who wears the pants in your relationship," I said.
Dylan grabbed the cone from my hand.
"Hey, give it back!" I shouted.
Dylan had managed to spoil my blissful mood after all. He took a huge lick.
"Great, now it has disgusting snob germs. You can keep it, " I said.
"Baby, it had germs the moment you looked at it."
"Let's go, Nudge," I said, tugging her arm.
"Leaving so soon?"
"I thought I was done with you!" I shouted.
"Done? You're always trying to break my heart, aren't you? Does this mean our engagement is off?"
"Let's go, Dyl, " Jason said. "We've got things to do."
"You know you love this, Maxie-poo."
"I'll see you in the car, " Jason impatiently told Dylweed.
"I'll be right there, " Dylan replied, then leaned into me. "If you want to be the luckiest girl in the world, you'll go with me to the Snow Ball."
Dylan was asking me to a dance? And of all dances, the Snow Ball? The big school dance where plastic icicles and snowflakes hung from the gym rafters, and fake snow covered the gym floor? He'd show up with me on his arm in front of all his friends?
The football snobs and the hundred-dollar-haircut girls? It had to be a big joke. I'd be gussied up, waiting at my house, and he'd stand me up, or he'd dump a bucket of red goo on me like in Carrie. But even if he was serious, even if by some miracle Dylan really did like me, I couldn't go to the ball with him. One, I'd met Fang Walker. Two, the band was going to be performing for part of the dance.
"It'll be a night you'll never forget, " he said seductively.
"I'm sure it will, but I don't want to have nightmares for the rest of my life."
"Besides I'm already going, or did you not see the posters over school, saying the band was going to play?" Dylan burst out laughing, making my blood boil.
"You mean you're going to be singing? But you don't have any talent!" he snickered. I smirked.
"Oh? Then why did I see you at our last show huh?" I sneered. That shut him up.
"I'm leaving, " Jason shouted from the car. "Are you coming?"
"Thanks for the ice cream, psycho," Dylan said, getting into the Camaro. "But next time remember, I prefer Rocky Road."
I watched my double-dip Chocolate Attack screech away.
"I'd offer you mine, but I know you don't like pure vanilla, " Nudge said consolingly.
"It's fine," I said.
Every time the phone rang, my heart jumped. Was it Fang? And when it wasn't him my heart would break into a million pieces. It had been two long days since I had seen him. I was acting like I was straight out of a Gidget movie! What had happened to me? I was losing my edge! For the first time in my life I was really afraid. Afraid of never seeing him again and afraid of being rejected. I gotta pull myself together.
This feeling of not being able to eat or sleep was new to me. To hang my heart on every ring of the phone, to scream at the top of my lungs for Iggy not to tie up the line with his addictive web surfing, nto listen to a silly, sappy, drippy, lovesick Celine Dion song without thinking she had written it just for me. I wanted it all to go away. I think some people call this love. I called it hell. And then it happened. After two long, torture-filled days.
When the phone rang, I thought it was for Igtard, and when Iggy called my name, I thought it was Nudge or one of the guys.
I was ready to pour my heart out to her. But before I could speak, I heard his dreamy voice.
"I couldn't wait any longer, " he said.
I raised my eye brows in surprise. "Excuse me?"
"It's Fang. I know guys aren't supposed to call right away. But I couldn't wait any longer."
"That's a stupid rule. I could have moved."
"In two days?"
"It was only two days?"
He laughed. "It seemed a year for me. " His comment was like a love letter sent straight to my heart. I waited for him to go on, but there was silence. He said nothing more.
"I have something to ask you," he said.
"Go ahead," I smiled.
There was silence. "Well would you like to go out? Tomorrow night?"
I smiled with delight! "Go out? Yeah, that would be great!"
"Great! Then I'll see you tomorrow at my house, after sundown."
"After sundown?"
"You said you lived for the darkness. So do I."
"You remembered." I smiled.
"I remember everything, " he said, and hung up the phone.