AN: Thanks to everyone who has read, reviewed, and/or favorited this story so far. I hope the style of this story isn't too strange. It's supposed to be Carly's inner monologue-her thoughts as events unfold.

I own nothing! Absolutely nothing! Isn't that sad?

iHave a Devil on My Shoulder

Chapter 2

How do I get myself into these situations? What did I ever do to bring these things upon myself? I can answer these questions with two words: Sam Puckett. Yeah, she's my best friend, and I wouldn't trade her for the world, but—seriously!—I have got to learn how to say no to her.

I can't believe I'm standing here wearing this ridiculous getup, and I'm actually considering buying it. I wouldn't be caught dead in this! Sure I'm eighteen now, and the theme of Tasha's party is "Sexy Spooks," but this is just too much. I can't show my face in public wearing this!

"Sam!" Note to self: less whine. Whining is not sexy. This costume is, though. I hate to admit it, but Sam's right. I do look good in it. If only I had the nerve….

"What?" She pokes her head in through the fitting room curtain like there's no chance I might be naked in here! "Whoa, Cupcake! You look awesome in that! Didn't Mama say so?" Her self-satisfied smirk would be irritating if I didn't already know she was right. "You-know-who is going to flip when he sees you in that!"

"I don't know what you're talking about." I should go as Cleopatra, Queen of Denial. I have to say, though, this she-devil outfit is growing on me. I like the way the tight red-sequined corset pushes my cleavage up. The sheer, flouncy red skirt barely covers my butt, but look how it shows off my legs. Of course, the black fishnet tights and the shiny red spike heels really set them off, too.

"You know." She's barely holding back her laughter now. "That guy you've been crushing on. The one you can't make up your mind about whether you want to go for it or not."

"Still not following you." I wish she would take the hint and drop it. She won't though. That's not her way.

"Uh huh. If you say so." That gleam in her eyes says she's not done with me yet.

"Well, let's see yours." I know she knows I'm just trying to distract her now. And I know she knows that I know she knows that, and…I'm giving myself a headache.

"What do you think?" Wow, I didn't realize how similar the two costumes are. We look like twins, in a way. Or maybe two sides of the same coin. Her outfit is made exactly like mine—tight sequined corset, short, flouncy sheer skirt, fishnet tights, and spike heels—except it's all white. "Help me tie the wings on."

"Where's your halo?"

"Almost forgot!" And there she goes. I guess she can help me tie my tail on when she gets back. What did I do with those little sparkly horns?

"Ta-da!" She's way too excited about this costume business. That little feathery halo bouncing over her head is going to go flying across the room if she doesn't settle down. To be fair, though, I would be just as excited if not for the whole Freddie thing.

What am I going to do about Freddie? We're just friends, right? I thought so, but today in my room I wanted…. I don't know what I wanted. I felt like I wanted to kiss him, but I've never felt anything like that for him before.

Oh, puh-lease!

"What did you say?" How did she know what I was thinking. I know I didn't say it out loud!

"I didn't say anything, Carls." Then where did that voice come from? "Turn around, and I'll fix your tail."

Our reflection is comical. I mean, we look great, but…. Sam's the angel, and I'm the devil? I'm sure the irony will be lost on no one.

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