DJ came in the barn having gotten back from Norna Salads Restaraunt.
"Washer is broken." said Abby.
"Why didn't you fix it?" asked DJ. "You're a tomboy aren't you?"
"I probably didn't fix it just due to the fact that I'm pregnant if you forgot." said Abby.
"No, I didn't forget, smartass!" said DJ. "I just thought you'd be able to."
"EIGHT, DJ. EIGHT." said Abby.
"Why am I talking to you?" asked DJ.
"Okay, what the eff is wrong?" asked Abby.
"Other than the times you and Otis were too stupid to ask each other out, have you ever felt like you wanted to be with someone you know you couldn't be with?" asked DJ.
"Yes, I have." said Abby. "It was you. Now I'm not so sure as to if I want that."
"I don't really blame you." said DJ.
"You know you shouldn't be talking like that about yourself." said Abby. "Dogs and cows don't mix nor does California and Montana."
"I hate Scarlett Temple." said DJ.
"That's the only Bridgestone Tires for miles." said Abby. "And your faulty liking of Bridgestone just made what you're going through happen."
"Yeah, well things like that happen sometimes." said DJ.
"Yes they do." said Abby. "You know, we fight so much, I'd have to admit it's hard not to love you."
"I agree." said DJ. "But I have a confession. I had a deal with Belladonna."
"Belladonna!" said Abby angrily. "You mean that purple whippet bitch that tried to kill us with Ghostface? Along with Veronica's friend, Camille?"
"Yes." said DJ.
"What damn deal?" asked Abby.
"Only after you're a vampire can I marry you." said DJ.
"Then change me." said Abby.
"Not until you're in harm." said DJ.
"What if it becomes too late." said Abby.
"I don't see how that would happen." said DJ.
"Remember the month?" asked Abby.
"Vantulijust...VANTULIJUST!" DJ said in terror.
"Precisely." said Abby. "And what usually happens?"
"Tragedy." said DJ. "I can't let it happen."
A look of doubt spread over Abby's face.