Chapter two. Here we see more of Clawdeen and Romulus and Frankie and Holt and a bit of Ghoulia and her boy trouble. So, let the drama ensue right on schedule! This chapter is for wolverinacullen, the first person to review and favorite this story. C: Thanks so much!

Chapter Two: So In Love With Two

Frankie collapsed onto her bed, amazed that she had even survived the day. Side-stepping Jackson was difficult; side-stepping Holt was nearly impossible. She honestly had no idea what to do. She and Holt had electricity; they had something, and Holt sent sparks and excitement through her body. But Jackson was so sweet and smart, and much more levelheaded than bad-tempered Holt. She felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and saw that it was Clawdeen. "Hey ghoul." She said, although honestly not in the mood to talk since the day and her turbulent emotions had left her completely exhausted.

"Frankie, ghoul, you okay?" She asked.

She sighed. "I dunno Clawdeen. I mean…I know Jackson and Holt are the same guy underneath, but…they're so different from each other. If I picked one and didn't go out with the other, it'd…feel like cheating." She said meekly.

"I hear ya, ghoulfriend. Poor Ghoulia's going through the same thing. She still doesn't know if she should take Don or Slow Moe to Draculaura's birthday party."

Frankie could defiantly understand Ghoulia's predicament. "Maybe I should talk to her; she understands how I feel."

Clawdeen stood in her and Howleen's bedroom, standing near the mirror fiddling with her hair. She was already starting to lose the curls she had done that morning. Hearing Frankie's words about talking to Ghoulia, Clawdeen agreed. "Defiantly. She'll understand better than I would."

"Alright. I'm seriously exhausted right now, Clawdeen. I need a nap. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

Clawdeen smiled. "Okay, ghoulfriend. You take care of yourself."

"I will, thanks. Bye."

"Bye."

Clawdeen clicked the "end call" button on her iCoffin, and set it on the charger. She was surprised to hear the door open and see Howleen coming in much later than she usually did. "Hey sis, where you been?"

Howleen smiled and plopped onto her bed. "I missed the bus, so Romulus drove me home."

"Romulus?"

Clawdeen had been both surprised and not so at the same time. Romulus had always been there-Clawdeen and Howleen had known them since before he was housebroken, and that was a long time. They had always been close, even with the years they had spent apart. She shouldn't have been bothered by the fact that Romulus drove Howleen home since she missed the bus. It was a great thing to do. It was normal, since they had been friends for so long. But there was something about Howleen being alone with Romulus that stirred up an unpleasant feeling in her heart.

Holt was on his bed, laying on his back with his arms behind his head and he was listening to his favorite song, "DJ Got Us Falling In Love Again". It reminded him of Frankie, and of the night he had met his Firecracker. He looked around. It soon became evident that the room belonged to two people; Jackson had left his homeroom on the brown desk, while Holt had piled his CDs onto it. There were posters for two different types of music; for every object in the room, there was another that completely contradicted it.

Holt stared at his hand, and gave a sigh. He still couldn't believe that he and Jackson shared a body. Their personalities clashed like fire and ice-which was actually half-literal. Jackson was calm, sweet, and smart. Holt was ill-tempered, rough, and wild. He and Jackson were absolutely nothing alike at all.

And yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that every time Frankie looked at him, she only saw Jackson.

He groaned. Frankie had invaded his mind; he had never been so serious about one girl in his life. He had been interested in tons of girls, but Frankie was so different from there. She was down-to-earth and kind; she was always there for her friends. She was just…better than all of those other bimbos he was used to being around.

He desperately wanted to know which one Frankie liked better; but at the same time, he didn't want to force Frankie with that kind of choice. He suspected that was Jackson's feelings merging with his own. Hm. Frankie really was the only thing they had in common.

Back in her home, Ghoulia could barely focus on her Clawculus homework. Her heart (what was left of it) was torn in two. She had to pick between either Slow Moe or Don of the Dead to go to Draculaura's party with. She didn't want to hurt either one of them, and she liked both of them. She still remembered the day they had fought over her in front of most of the school. It was all because they were crushing on her.

She had to make a choice, though. And it had to be soon. She gave a zombie groan.

Romulus had been staring out the window for hours, trying to clear his head the moment he had gotten from dropping Howleen off at home. The entire time, while they laughed and joked, he kept wishing that Howleen was Clawdeen. He shook his head. He had to keep those desires under control. Clawdeen was his childhood friend, not to mention his best friend's sister. What he wanted to be with Clawdeen was just…wrong. He sighed. There had been a reason why he had never seen any other girls all those years he had spent away from Clawdeen.

Being with another girl felt like cheating.

Chapter two, and it's a bit longer this time. Still only a couple pages long, but we see how everyone feels, and the chaos that's about to start next chapter. I have two other stories I want to wrap up (plus my best friend's birthday present to write) but I'll defiantly be working on this too.

See you soon!

~Mimi