[...] Mom’s not keeping me out because it’s a dead friend, she’s keeping me out because it’s a dead sixteen-year-old girl with no clothes on’<br />‘And that’s officially the creepiest thing you’ve ever said,’ said Lauren. She stopped typing, and then grimaced and shivered, like she’d just eaten something disgusting. ‘Seriously – yuck.’<br />I smiled. ‘I’ve got a live girlfriend – what do I need a dead one for?’<br />[…]<br />Lauren folded her arms. ‘How do I know you’re not just trying to get her out of the house for your own nefarious purposes?’<br />I smiled. ‘What kind of trouble am I going to get into? The dead girl doesn’t get here until tomorrow.