"Revenge of Dracula for the fiftieth time?"
"No. It's a new one. It's called Vampire Kisses."
"Is it good?"
"I give it two thumbs up!"
Chapter 16 Chocolate-and-Vanilla Swirl
Becky and I were eating ice-cream cones-- Vanilla Royale and Chocolate Attack--outside Shirley's Bakery the next day.
"Alexander's the dreamiest! I can still feel his lips tingling against my cheek," I said. "Becky, for the first time I don't want to run away from this town, 'cause at the top of Benson Hill lives my Gothic dream guy. I can't stop thinking about him. I only wish you'd met him, too, then you'd know how spectacular he is!"
Suddenly a red Camaro pulled up.
"Matt saw Becky's truck parked outside Freaky Mansion last night," Trevor proclaimed in his ornery way as he sauntered over. He stared into Becky's face and asked, "Trying to spray paint the Mansion, Igor?"
"No," I defended, smiling, still thinking about last night. I wasn't going to let Trevor spoil my wonderful mood.
"So you weren't up to trouble, Werewolf Girl?" Trevor asked, continuing to stare at Becky.
Becky looked scared.
"Let's go, Trev," Matt said.
"We'd love to chat with you lovely gentlemen, but we're in the middle of a corporate meeting," I told him. "So you'll have to leave a message with my secretary."
"Is Shirley putting Prozac in her ice cream now?" Trevor said, laughing. "I don't think you'd know what a gentleman was if he bit you on the neck!"
I continued to lick the edge of my cone.
"Or was it you up there?" Trevor guessed. "You're always up to trouble." "Maybe it was Becky's parents; it's their truck. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out."
"I just thought that maybe you and Becky were dating the Osbournes! Oh, I forgot, he just bites the heads off bats--he doesn't turn into them."
"I think I hear your mother calling," I said.
"They're just like you, you know, miserably pale, and social outcasts. They haven't even tried to join the country club yet. But then again we don't accept vampires."
"Vampires?" I laughed uneasily. "Who says that?"
"Everyone, pinhead! The Sterling vampires. The dude hangs out in the cemetery. But I think they're just escaped lunatics like you. They're total freaks."
"C'mon, Trev, let's get out of here already. We've got practice," Matt said.
"Now I see who wears the pants in your relationship," I said. "But I forgot, your pants wound up on my locker."
Trevor grabbed the cone from my hand.
"Hey, give it back!" I shouted. Trevor had managed to spoil my blissful mood after all.
He took a huge lick.
"Great, now it has disgusting snob germs. You can keep it," I said.
"Baby, it had germs the moment you looked at it."
"Let's go, Becky," I said, tugging her arm.