Chapter four! In this chapter, things will start to get a little more exciting. And let's see what chaos I've got planned. There's a party at a rich guy's house, and everyone's invited.

Chapter Four: There's A Party At A Rich Dude's House!

Howleen was awoken by her sister's cussing in the bathroom and she instantly that Clawdeen's curling iron was refusing to cooperate with her once again. It was well over two years old; their mother kept telling her it was simply time for a new one, and had been doing since Clawdeen's hair wouldn't curl and stay that way for any longer than 15 minutes. Howleen heard the sound of something being thrown into the garbage.

An irritated-looking Clawdeen exited the bathroom, and she was stunning. Straighter hair framed her angelic face better and her dark eyeshadow brought out her wide and long-lashed eyes. Her clothes showed off the curves of her body and fit her figure perfectly.

Howleen felt her ego take a blow. She was still young, only 14, but she knew she could never be as pretty as Clawdeen. She especially envied her hair. She remembered yesterday when Clawdeen had gotten in the door. She had hit Clawdeen with questions. Where had she been? Why did Romulus drive her home? Clawdeen explained that he had simply done so as a favor to her, and that it really had been no big deal.

Romulus had mentioned to her that he liked it when Clawdeen left her hair straight. Clawdeen wasn't interested in him, was she? Howleen couldn't help the crush she had on Romulus; he was everything a girl could want-tall, attractive, silent, reserved, but still intelligent and loyal and just social enough. Sure, he was older-a lot older, actually-but Howleen didn't care. But she knew she would be no match for Clawdeen if she wanted Romulus.

Clawdeen growled, "Stupid iron…" She muttered.

Getting out the door early again, she walked to the bus stop and waited for…for something. She just wasn't sure what. She finally felt the anxious feeling leave when Romulus rode up. He smiled and waved, and she stood up and got into his car like all was well. Romulus ignored the temptation to kiss her hello. "Hey." He said casually, as if he wasn't being torn apart on the inside from what he really wanted to say.

"Hey." Clawdeen couldn't help how…odd she felt.

…

Getting to school, Frankie sat in first period next to Ghoulia and Holt, who was paying more attention to Frankie than the teacher. Mr. Where stepped out for a minute, and the classroom began to buzz with chatter. "Yo Frankie, you hear about this party this weekend?" He asked.

She shook her head. "No, I didn't. Are you the DJ?"

He nodded. "Yeah, it's at a rich dude's house."

Frankie smiled, though she dreaded what would come next. She knew she'd have to face Holt/Jackson sooner or later; they seemed to be getting along and when they were sure they had worked things out, they would want to be talking to Frankie. That had been the real reason she backed away. It had been hard enough choosing between two boys, but when she found out they shared a body, that had made things even more confusing and difficult. She remained quiet.

Holt could feel that nagging itch inside his chest and knew that Jackson wanted out. He had been right about another person being inside him when he spoke to Frankie on the steps, but he had never known that. He sighed and said, "Hold on." He turned off his music and felt the now familiar sensation of Holt turning into Jackson. He slowly lost control of his limbs and managed to say a "See you" to Frankie before he was pushed back into his mind and let Jackson take the reins.

…

"So, who's your perfect match?"

Ghoulia typed at her computer with her new program to help her decide between Slow Moe and Don of the Dead. She was determined to prove Lagoona wrong when she said science didn't have all of the answers (something that personally offended Ghoulia, a monster of science, not romance). Gil stood next to Lagoona, waiting for the answer.

Ghoulia only shrugged and muttered a zombie groan that meant, "I don't know," as a response to Lagoona's question.

"Well, what you waiting for?" Lagoona asked.

Ghoulia nodded and pressed a few keys, and an image of Slow Moe and Don beating each other with sticks and four hearts above each of their heads indicating their life meters came only. Only, something seem to fall from the sky and it's flame spread through and burn everything to ashes, including the two zombies' afterlives.

"Hey, hot stuff!"

"Heath?" Lagoona and Gil shouted.

…

While Draculaura wasn't overjoyed with her boyfriend's present (a driver's manual), she did believe it would help her with her test. So far, she hadn't done too terrible-but her driver could've been a lot smoother. She just needed to parallel park and she'd be done. She would pass.

When she heard the squealing girls, she turned her head and someone tall, dark, and awesome, dressed in Victorian yet still modern and stylish black and red. She knew those handsome features and straight black hair just long enough to run your fingers through. "Valentine…?" She hit her foot forward, sending the car through a sign (and the knives barely missed both of their heads).

While she did fail her test (and could most likely say goodbye to that car from her previous daydream) her heart was swelling with excitement (it's not it could beat, she was technically dead) and she thought it would burst. A smiled formed on her face. "Valentine!"

Short chapter, I know. But things get so much better next chapter ("You Can't Have It Both Ways, You Gotta Make A Choice"), I can promise you that.