"Is that Eugene Wilder in your trunk, McCreepy?" The boy repeats. "Like, did you just kidnap his dead body from his own funeral and stuff him into your car?" 

I slam the trunk closed. "No. Why would you think that? " I reply stiffly and go around the car to unlock the front door, fumbling with my keys a bit. My fingers are sweaty, my pulse is jumping. This is it. This could be the moment where the rest of my life goes down the metaphorical shithole. 

The boy comes over and practically breathes down my neck, he's standing so close. "Eugene was my best friend. Why the hell is he in your trunk? What are you doing with his body, you creepy little bastard?" 

I thought he was going to punch the shit out of me. I just hoped he did it hard enough to where I blacked out so that I didn't see the inevitable chaos that unfolded. 

"Are you one of those sick fucks who... God, I can't even say it." The boy trails off in disgust.

I turn around slowly so that we're face to face. He's a head taller than I am, ice blue eyes livid. "It's not like that," I reply, and clutch my key so hard that it digs into my palm, "I just want to give Eugene the life that he deserves. I want him to go to prom, and to graduate. It's not fair that he didn't get a chance to do any of that. "

The boy blinks a little, surprised. 

"So, I kidnapped him from his own funeral," I explain, and try to avoid looking into his weird eyes. "I'm going to bring him back from the dead."

Eugene's friend doesn't say anything for a beat. He's processing, rolling the information around in his head. I glance over at him and his lips are pulled together slightly. "So... you're not going to bone his dead body or anything?" He finally asks me.

I recoil slightly. "Are you crazy? Why would I--no! I just want to bring him back to life, not get some ass! I'm not that desperate or gross. "

The boy sighs in relief and then shrugs a little, "Just making sure."

I turn to open my door again, shoulders hunched. "Don't tell anybody about this. If it doesn't work, I'll bury him myself. Nobody has to know that his corpse went missing for a few days." I tell him.

To my surprise, he goes around to the other side of the car and opens the door. "I'm coming with you." He says, "I want Eugene back as much as you do, but if this doesn't work, he goes back into the ground. No fucking around, Mccreepy, you hear me? We have to be respectful and shit. "

I nod once, and we both get into the car at the same time. 

"What's your name?" I decide to ask him and start up the engine. 

The boy leans his elbow against the window and slides his fingers into his hair. "Igor," he replies. "Everyone just calls me Iggy though."