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I pulled at the sleeve of my jumper, chewing on my lip anxiously as I made my way through the crowds down at the boardwalk.
Are there always this many people?
I mentally complained and I searched for Sam.
Where is he? I swear if he's stood me up—
There he was, his shirt as colourful as ever, standing in the comic book store, talking to—
Oh no, not these guys again.
I hesitantly entered the store, my hair falling over my eyes as I swerved around a rather large man looking at the batman comics.
Maybe if I just wait here, Sam will see me and we can leave.
"Hey, Jones!" I heard a rough voice yell over at me.
Maybe not.
"Hi, guys." I called back, taking a place beside Sam and focusing on the brothers, "Wait, how did you guys know my last name?" I questioned, curiosity laced in each word.
The black haired one simply pointed at Sam, whom I sent a sharp glare at. "If you know her name, it'd be fair for her to know yours. Lily, this is Edgar and Alan Frog." Sam informed me, gesturing to either boy as he spoke their names.
"Sup, sunshine." Edgar nodded as Alan gave a quiet grunt.
"So, what were you guys talking about?" I questioned, breaking the awkward silence that threatened to linger.
"Noth—" Sam began, only to be interrupted by Alan.
"Vampires." He said, in a serious voice.
I tensed up, before my face broke into a smile, I began to laugh, "Yeah, okay, and my mum is Elvis Presley. Seriously though, you can trust me with whatever you were talking about."
"You don't know shit, buddy." Edgar hissed, causing my laughter to stop, but the amused grin never left my face.
"You think we just run the comic book store for our folks, huh?" Alan questioned.
"Actually, I thought it was a bakery." Sam piped up sarcastically.
"This is just our cover. We're dedicated to a higher purpose." Edgar said, poking Sam's chest with a rolled up comic book.
"Let me guess... Vampire hunters?" I said, getting slightly annoyed with their idiotic and snappish replies.
Edgar slapped another book into Sam's hand, just as he'd done the past night. "I told you, I don't like horror comics." Sam grumbled, glancing back at Edgar before stepping around him, me following behind him like a lost puppy and the boys stepping behind me.
"Our number is on the back. Pray that you'll never need to call us." Alan informed, slamming his finger down on a number written on the back of the comic.
"Oh, we'll pray." I replied.
Yeah, pray that we'll never see you creeps again.
The two stalked away and I looked up at Sam, who was smiling at himself.
"C'mon, hot shot. Let's go do something fun." I said, turning around and walking out, him following me this time.
