"Embrace The Suck"

"Oh, Edward!" Bella said.

"Oh, Bella!" Edward said.

"Oh yuck," I said. "Why are we watching this anyway?"

"Because," Tanya said, "it's an awesome movie. I don't know why you don't like it, Shauna. I mean, have you seen Edward? Isn't he just yummy?"

"Sure, he's cute, I guess," I said. "But he watches her sleep. Doesn't that strike you as a bit...rapey?"

But Tanya wasn't listening to me anymore. She was back to watching the movie and being engrossed in Edward's dreamy blue eyes.

Engrossed was right, emphasis on the 'gross.'

After the movie was over, Tanya turned me and said, "So, I guess I have a secret admirer."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "I found these flowers in my locker today. I mean, I know it's Valentine's Day and everything, but I didn't expect flowers."

"What kind were they?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said. "I'm not a flower expert."

"And you don't know who could have given them to do?"

"I don't know," she said, as if that was her favorite phrase. "Could have been Josh. Or Richard. He's cute."

"Or maybe it's from Edward," I said. "And he wants to suck your blood and turn you into a vampire."

"Oh, I wish," Tanya said. "I would so love to be Edward's girlfriend and be with him for eternity. It would be so awesome."

It was then that the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," I said, since I didn't want to hear more of her Edward fantasies. I looked through the peephole, but no one was there, so I opened the door. On the doorstep was another bouquet of flowers. There wasn't a note.

Suddenly, I heard Tanya scream. I dropped the bouquet and ran back into the house.

I saw her struggling with a man, a man in with scraggly red hair wearing a straight jacket. She was trying to scream and he was covering her mouth. He turned to me and I saw his smile.

And I smiled back.

It hadn't been that hard, figuring out his MO, figuring out his next victim. Not when those other girls went missing. That's why I arranged this little movie night. I wanted to see him. I wanted to meet him.

I knew his eyes should have freaked me out, but they didn't. I wasn't like Tanya. Pale skin and a tortured soul did nothing for me.

I preferred a bad boy.

I watched as she stopped struggling and then became limp. And even though he probably didn't need it, I helped him move her body. I sneaked a glance at his smile every few minutes, like a teenage crush.

I can't help it. I just love happy endings.