TITLE: My Future Girlfriend's Comatose and I'm Toast if I Call 911
GENRE: YA Fantasy
A crash cart double parked inside Mike’s chest while waiting to see Teagan in a dress, hair combed and not under a baseball cap. She decked out to visit her twin sister in chronic care, knowing somehow it made, Sleeping Beauty happy. Well, she didn’t make Mike happy, marching up the walkway with her dress tucked into track pants. The ponytail draped outside her cap and Rachel (who nicknamed him, MGM--middle-grade-Mike) completed the disappointment.
“You could have punched my shoulder,” Mike said, punching the sympathy button.
Teagan’s eyes sparkled. “You could have asked permission before kissing me.”
“You struck out twelve guys. I got excited.”
Rachel smirked. “Doesn’t Mike striking out with you make it thirteen?”
Teagan’s sparkles became lasers. “Play nice.”
“Why? School starts Monday, unless our fresh freshman takes shop and builds a time machine to get his parents to drink that bottle of wine two years earlier he’s invisible to us juniors.”
Teagan sighed. “Mike, things are different . . . ”
She continued talking, but her words faded behind the reason his jaw and heart felt broken. Simple as 1-2-3. One year, two months and three days. Their age difference—his Kryptonite. Mike panicked. “Age won’t matter after we— ”
“What? Get married?” Rachel cackled. “Careful holding hands during the séance, someone might bend a knee.”
Mike ignored Rachel, hoping she’d leave on her broom. His heart needed to hear Teagan laugh. “Why we messing with voodoo dolls anyway?”
“I promised my sister and they’re not voodoo dolls.”
“Good, because I forgot to bring a chicken.”