Poly

Chapter 9

"Which one screams 'I wanna get Holts attention, but don't wanna make it seem obvious'?" I asked holding up two different party dresses; one in silver sequins and the other in deep blue velvet. They both looked scary good both on the hangers and on me. Which just made the decision a million times harder.

Clawdeen took a quick look up from the clothing rack she was diving through. 

"Normally I don't do silver... but it's definitely your colour, Frankie." she said and winked before diving back into the rack of spooktacular designer jackets. Draculaura and Cleo nodded in agreement. I then looked at the silver dress and decided to listen to the ghouls and put the velvet dress back where I found it.

"What are you and Clawd wearing?" Clawdeen asked Drac. An impossible question, since Draculaura always kept changing her planned outfits at least 10 times before going back to her original idea. And poor Clawd, her beloved boyfriend, had to go along with it and trust that she would find something they'd both look great in. 

"I know what you're trying to do, Clawdeen, but I have an excellent plan of Clawd and I's outfits - if I do say so myself." Draculaura said proud. 

"I know exactly what you mean. " Cleo joined in. "Deuce and I are gonna look absolutely amazing. I've gotten us designer clothes sent all the way from Scaris." she said smug and smiled. Clawdeen rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"But... If you've already planned your outfits. What are you shopping for now?" Draculaura asked confused. Cleo had stacked up a tower of the seasons latest fashion in every colour imaginable. 

"Well I have a hole in my closet since I cleaned out last seasons designer." Cleo scoffed as if we all had the budget to get a new wardrobe every other month. Draculaura then turned to me.

"What is Neighthan wearing?" she asked. I couldn't tell the ghouls the whole truth of why Neighthan had to break up with me. I gave him my word on that. I just told them that he only saw me as a friend - which wasn't lying. I just left out the part of him being gay.

"We are not planning on wearing matching outfits like you and Clawd, if that's what you're implying." I said.

"I still think its strange how you can go with your ex-boyfriend to my party. Monsters will talk." Cleo said tossing a shiny gold top to her already filled shopping bag. And I knew she was right, even though it was tough to hear. A story like that was just what a ghost like Spectra would love to write about in 'The Ghostly Gossip'. But Neighthan was particularly sensitive at the moment, and I wanted to show my support by being there for him while he got adjusted.

"He's still a good friend, you know." I said. I wasn't lying. I probably wouldn't feel the same if Neighthan just did dump me, if it wasn't because I know why he and I couldn't be together, I might have been feeling slightly different. 

And then there was Holt. I couldn't deny that my almost kiss with Holt had lit a quite special spark. The zap between us kept throbbing in my body every time I thought about him. I had to see him at Cleo's party. I needed to. 

"But you plan on being with Holt?" Cleo then asked and smiled. I couldn't help but blush.

"I-I..." I stammered. Clawdeen and Draculaura started to giggle. "Cut it out you guys," I laughed and sparked, which just made the ghouls snicker even louder. I sighed.

"Ok fine! I wouldn't mind spending time with Holt," I admitted and blushed even more. 

"Well then I suggest you talk to Jackson about letting Holt come. I invited them, but Jackson never rsvp'ed," Cleo said. 

"I suppose I should," I mumbled to myself. But Clawdeen heard me and grabbed me by the shoulders.

"Well then I suggest you go talk to him now, ghoulfriend." she joyfully said and pointed at the coffin bean, where Jackson true enough sat. 

"Oh... now?" I squeaked and looked at the ghouls. They all nodded.

"You have to plan these things out quickly, ghoul. My party is in two days." Cleo exclaimed. She was right. I had to ask Jackson, or erh.. Holt, to come to Cleo's party. Without making it sound like I was desperate of course. 

I took a deep breath, paid for the silver dress and marched over to the coffin bean.