2
“This music is going to make me yack.” Dwayne moaned and put his hands over his ears.
Trying to ignore him wasn’t working. I promised myself I wouldn’t put him out of the car until we were at least a hundred miles outside of Chicago. I figured anything less than that wouldn’t be the kind of walk home that would teach him a lesson.
“First of all, Vampyres can’t yack and I don’t recall asking you to come with me,” I replied and cranked up The Clash.
“You have got to be kidding.” He huffed and flipped the station to Top Forty. “You need me.”
“Really?”
“Oh my god,” Dwayne shrieked. “I luurrve Lady Gaga.”
“That’s why I need you?”
“Wait. What?”
“I need you because you love The Gaga?”
Dwayne rolled his eyes. “Everyone loves The Gaga. You need me because you need to show your hometown
