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iHave a Devil on My Shoulder

Chapter 4

"You all right, Carls?" Someone is shouting at me. "Carls? Carly!" Oh, it's Sam.

"Huh? What?"

"I said, 'Are you all right?' You screamed and dropped your cup. You were freaking out."

"Do you see…?" She's gone! "On my shoulder. Did you see her?"

"Her?" Great. Now Sam thinks I'm insane. "What was it…a ladybug? A black widow?"

"Sam!" How can she laugh at me at a time like this? "I'm serious! She was right there!"

"Carls, there's nothing on your shoulder. Seriously, though, what's the matter?"

"N-nothing." Looks like lying is my only option. "I just thought I saw something. Never mind."

"'Kay…. Adam's waiting for me on the dance floor. Come dance with us." She's trying so hard to cheer me up. I wish it was working.

"Not right now. I think I'm gonna go mingle." Maybe find Freddie…and (it's hard to even think it)…Sabrina. "Thanks, though."

"Sure thing, Cupcake." I'm not fooling her. "If you change your mind, we'll be here."

It's hard being alone in a crowd. This place is packed with couples. I feel like a third wheel everywhere I go. I need to find Freddie.

There he is. He looks so good in that costume. He's supposed to be a prisoner, but I've never seen a prison uniform fit like that. Those cutoff sleeves really show off his biceps. And his shirt is unbuttoned down to his chest…those pecs…mmm! All that working out is paying off.

Snap out of it, Carly! He's on a date with another girl. Where is she, anyway? And besides, you don't like him that way, remember?

How much longer are you gonna lie to yourself?

Oh, God, no! She's not back. She can't be!

Yeah, well, I'm not too thrilled about being here either, you know. There she sits. Plain as day. I'd much rather see you figure this chiz out for yourself. But you can't do that, can you? So I have to take time out of my busy schedule to sit here on your shoulder and state the obvious for you.

Figure what out for myself?

What to do about that hot hunk of man over there. Is she really rolling her eyes at me? She is!

What hot hunk of man over where?

Don't play dumb with me, sweet cheeks. I know you better than that.

So if you're supposed to tell me what to do about it, then start talking!

No need for attitude. The obvious place to start right now would be going over there and talking to him.

And say what?

Tell him how hot he looks. Tell him you want him. Better yet, just skip the talking and kiss him!

But what about Sabrina?

Do you see Sabrina around here anywhere? I don't.

Okay. It shouldn't be so hard. I mean, he has loved me for what...six years now? Seven? Surely he didn't just get over it just like that! And the way he was looking at me yesterday... I know he still has feelings for me. And where is Sabrina anyway? So I guess it wouldn't be so bad if I just flirted with him. Just a little bit. Right?

Right! So get to it!

Okay. Here goes.

Now hold on a minute there, devil girl!

All right, now who was that?

I think you already know the answer to that question. You've had my counterpart whispering in your ear all night. Don't tell me you weren't expecting me.

Oh, no! Don't tell me. I don't even want to look.

I'm afraid so, dear. Try not to scream this time. People are beginning to talk about you.

Yep. There she is on my left shoulder, just as I thought. Another three-inch version of me. Except this one is wearing Sam's angel costume.

AN: Two updates in one day! Can you believe it? Don't you think I deserve a review now? :) LOL