seeing Evan again. So I can’t help feeling disappointed when his mother informs us that he had to go play golf with his father after Mr. Riley’s usual partner injured his foot. And I can’t even snoop around Briana’s room again because she’s home and refuses to let me into her room. “I don’t want that stalker in here,” she tells her mother.
It’s a relief when we go to Andrew Ivanoff’s house. I’ll take zombies over Briana any day. The camera is still set up over the front door, which I guess means they haven’t found the prank culprits yet. I have an amazing mental image of Briana behind bars, in one of those old-timey black-and-white prison outfits. If only…
After we finish cleaning the Ivanoffs’ house, I go upstairs to see Andrew while my mom gets our stuff together. His room is a much more controlled mess than the last time I saw it. The zombie toys are all lined up in tight rows on Andrew’s desk, while the model of the school is right in the middle of his room. He asked us not to clean in here today since he’s afraid we might mess everything up.
“What do you think?” he says, pointing to a pile of Barbies. “I have the whole popular crowd.”
As I study Barbie, Ken, and their various friends, I recognize ones that look a lot like Steve Mueller, Briana Riley, and Caitlin Schubert. Andrew did an amazing job of finding dolls to play them.
“So these are the humans in your movie?” I ask, tugging on the Briana doll’s hair. “I hope everyone gets killed by zombies at the end.” I glance at the Ken that’s clearly supposed to be Steve Mueller. Well, maybe not everyone.
Andrew’s face falls. “I knew my ending was too predictable!”
“Wait, they really all die at the end?”
“Of course. It’s completely unrealistic to think humans could survive when there’s such widespread zombie-ism.”
“That’s a creepy thought,” I say.
“These are the clothes I found.” Steve holds up some typical Barbie outfits that probably looked dated even before the toys were out of their packaging. Marisol could have taken a scrap of fabric and somehow fashioned an entire wardrobe out of it, but I’ll just have to do the best I can on my own.
“I guess we could alter some of their clothes to make them look more modern,” I say.
Andrew nods. Then he looks down at his carpet like there’s something written on it. “I haven’t seen you with your friend Marisol recently.”
“Oh.” I swallow, thinking of all the times I’ve watched Marisol hanging out with Angela the past few days. “We had a fight. I’m not sure we’re even friends anymore.”
“Because of one argument?”
“It wasn’t just an argument,” I say, smoothing down a Barbie dress. “We both said things that are…hard to take back.”
Andrew nods slowly, like he’s considering what I said. “Well, I hope you find a way to work it out.”
“Me too. I should probably get going. My mom’s waiting for me in the car.” I start gathering up the dolls, but Andrew stops me.
“Wait.” His cheeks turn a deep shade of red. It’s a wonder he has blood left anywhere else in his body. “Listen, I was wondering…It’s okay if you say no…” He opens his mouth like he’s gulping air, which only makes me nervous.
“What?” I finally say.
“Well, I wondered if you’d maybe…want to go to the Spring Dance…with me.”
A Ken falls out of my hand and lands on the floor with a thud. “The Spring Dance?”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to. I understand.”
“No, it’s not that,” I say. “It’s just, we don’t really know each other that well.”
“It would be as friends,” says Andrew. “I just…don’t know a lot of girls. And I think we’d have fun.”
In all my wild fantasies about guys asking me out (most of them starring Steve Mueller), I never dreamed that a zombie-loving filmmaker would ask me to the Spring Dance. But Andrew is a nice guy, even if he is kind of odd, and I’m
It’s a relief when we go to Andrew Ivanoff’s house. I’ll take zombies over Briana any day. The camera is still set up over the front door, which I guess means they haven’t found the prank culprits yet. I have an amazing mental image of Briana behind bars, in one of those old-timey black-and-white prison outfits. If only…
After we finish cleaning the Ivanoffs’ house, I go upstairs to see Andrew while my mom gets our stuff together. His room is a much more controlled mess than the last time I saw it. The zombie toys are all lined up in tight rows on Andrew’s desk, while the model of the school is right in the middle of his room. He asked us not to clean in here today since he’s afraid we might mess everything up.
“What do you think?” he says, pointing to a pile of Barbies. “I have the whole popular crowd.”
As I study Barbie, Ken, and their various friends, I recognize ones that look a lot like Steve Mueller, Briana Riley, and Caitlin Schubert. Andrew did an amazing job of finding dolls to play them.
“So these are the humans in your movie?” I ask, tugging on the Briana doll’s hair. “I hope everyone gets killed by zombies at the end.” I glance at the Ken that’s clearly supposed to be Steve Mueller. Well, maybe not everyone.
Andrew’s face falls. “I knew my ending was too predictable!”
“Wait, they really all die at the end?”
“Of course. It’s completely unrealistic to think humans could survive when there’s such widespread zombie-ism.”
“That’s a creepy thought,” I say.
“These are the clothes I found.” Steve holds up some typical Barbie outfits that probably looked dated even before the toys were out of their packaging. Marisol could have taken a scrap of fabric and somehow fashioned an entire wardrobe out of it, but I’ll just have to do the best I can on my own.
“I guess we could alter some of their clothes to make them look more modern,” I say.
Andrew nods. Then he looks down at his carpet like there’s something written on it. “I haven’t seen you with your friend Marisol recently.”
“Oh.” I swallow, thinking of all the times I’ve watched Marisol hanging out with Angela the past few days. “We had a fight. I’m not sure we’re even friends anymore.”
“Because of one argument?”
“It wasn’t just an argument,” I say, smoothing down a Barbie dress. “We both said things that are…hard to take back.”
Andrew nods slowly, like he’s considering what I said. “Well, I hope you find a way to work it out.”
“Me too. I should probably get going. My mom’s waiting for me in the car.” I start gathering up the dolls, but Andrew stops me.
“Wait.” His cheeks turn a deep shade of red. It’s a wonder he has blood left anywhere else in his body. “Listen, I was wondering…It’s okay if you say no…” He opens his mouth like he’s gulping air, which only makes me nervous.
“What?” I finally say.
“Well, I wondered if you’d maybe…want to go to the Spring Dance…with me.”
A Ken falls out of my hand and lands on the floor with a thud. “The Spring Dance?”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to. I understand.”
“No, it’s not that,” I say. “It’s just, we don’t really know each other that well.”
“It would be as friends,” says Andrew. “I just…don’t know a lot of girls. And I think we’d have fun.”
In all my wild fantasies about guys asking me out (most of them starring Steve Mueller), I never dreamed that a zombie-loving filmmaker would ask me to the Spring Dance. But Andrew is a nice guy, even if he is kind of odd, and I’m
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