On The Vampire Diaries
In Which Our Intrepid Heroines Discuss the Merits of the Bad Boy Versus the Reformed Bad Boy
with the Help of a Couple of Dead Women Who Know About Such Things.
Night trembled on bat wings over the treetops.
“Well, that’s just awful.” Lizzie scratched it out so ferociously the paper pockmarked. The candle next to her elbow rattled. “It’s about vampires, of course it’s got bats and night.”
She was still sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table and scowling at the offending description when Cat burst into Lizzie’s parents’ sunroom. “I know! I know! I’m late,” she said, sounding out of breath, as always. “I got this text from Edw–oooh, hey, is that Vampire Diaries?” She plopped onto a chair facing the television, entranced. “Damon totally takes his shirt off in this episode.”
“You’re late,” Lizzie said.
“Please, Stefan’s cuter.”
Cat looked away for barely a second, one eyebrow raised in patent disbelief. “Is not.”
Lizzie pointed to the screen. “Look at that half smile. Those eyes. You can just tell he’s deep. And he’d totally remember your birthday.” She sighed a little, then shook her head. “Okay, we have to focus.”
Cat snorted. “Dude. Shirtless. I’m focused.”
Lizzie grinned. “Not on cute guys, on our homework. Due in exactly nine hours, remember?”
She waved her hand. “Cute guys always win out.”
“Don’t make me turn it off.” Lizzie reached for the remote.
Cat froze. “Put that down. When did you get so mean?”
Lizzie compromised and hit the mute button. “Okay, so the assignment is to connect a contemporary story to some- thing we’ve read in class this year.”
“Yeah, but connect how?”
“Parallels, themes, the usual.” She …