Have you ever met a guy that just gave you the creepy-crawlies all over? Well, here are three that give Lila the total ick factor. When I thought about Max’s sidekicks, I thought Texas Chain Saw Massacre. ***shrugs*** Remember those creepy peeps?
My eyes went from Max to his best man, Jasper Gips, nicknamed Coon, and his shiny balding head. It gleamed under the lights. Long, stringy strands of hair touched his collar. All ten of them. I flared my nostrils in disgust and hoped no one noticed. You should’ve kept your Buccaneers ball cap on.
Thank God, the usual tobacco wad that poked out of his cheek was gone. No Slurpee cup at his side to spit in. He smiled and showed off a black hole. Dressing up didn’t help him at all.
Coon spit tobacco into a Slurpee cup. Jimmy Hurley stood next to him, gawking. Max and his pals called him Cockroach. The nickname suited him. The rims of his eyes were always red and so were his nose holes. He was skinny and sick-looking, and he twitched a lot. The only thing missing were his bug feelers.
Vinnie stood on the other side of Cockroach and puckered his lips into a kiss at me.
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