TITLE: MY FUTURE GIRLFRIEND’S COMATOSE AND I’M TOAST IF I CALL 911
GENRE: MG Fantasy
Mike’s insides swirled like the Tasmanian Devil on Dancing With The Stars. Not only would he see Teagan for the first time in a dress, hair combed and not under a baseball cap, but he might get to hold her hand alone in the dark later. She had decked out to visit her twin sister in chronic care, hoping it made the Sleeping Beauty happy. Well, she didn’t make Mike happy, arriving with her dress tucked into track pants. The ponytail draped outside her cap along with Rachel, whose new nickname for him MGM—middle-grade-Mike, completed the disappointment.
“Eating solid foods yet?” Rachel asked.
Mike ignored her, hoping she’d leave on a broom. He also ignored his throbbing chin to smile at Teagan. “You could’ve punched my shoulder.”
Her eyes sparkled. “You could’ve asked permission before kissing me.”
“I got excited seeing you strikeout twelve guys.”
Rachel smirked. “Doesn’t MGM striking out with you make it thirteen?”
“Play nice,” Teagan said.
The reason Teagan broke his heart and jaw. Simple as 1-2-3. One year, two months, and three days. Their age difference—his Kryptonite. Which sucked, cause Monday she started high school. His middle grade heart needed to hear her laugh. “Why we messing with this voodoo stuff?”
“I promised my sister and it’s not voodoo.”
“Good, because I forgot to bring a chicken.”
She grinned then warm fingers touched his hand. “Promise me something.”
“If Rachel and I pass out, you must protect us until we wake up . . . even if it means hiding our bodies.”