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Parker loved Halloween with a passion. She took it to the extreme. So when her Australian best friend said he had never been to a Spirit Halloween store, she knew she had to take him. Of course, they had come up with the idea to be Bonnie and Clyde, which meant Parker was going to create her own costume. She had gotten a hat, a white button-up shirt which she had cropped herself, a black mini-skirt, and some thigh-high stockings. She had gotten props too - a fake gun, money that she shoved in her skirt and stockings, and a real pack of cigarettes because Parker didn't believe in going half-assed on stuff like that.

She was extremely excited to go to the festival, and it would be funny to see the look on Carmen's face when they messed with her. She had done her makeup and blow-dried her hair. She normally didn't bother with makeup, but tonight just felt a little different. Did she want to impress Baz? That couldn't be it, could it? She shoved the thought out of her head and grabbed her keys to her jeep. She made her way over to Baz's and knocked on the door.

She smiled when Baz opened the door,
"Hey Clydey Boy. Hell yeah I am."
She laughed at his attempt of an American accent and rolled her eyes jokingly. Anyone else she would have thought it was annoying, but Baz doing it, she thought it was endearing.

"Wanna take my car?"
She asked and once they started to walk out the door, she called out,
"Bye Miss J!"
then looked at Baz as they got in the car.
"Alright Clydo, what's the plan?"



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ix caught the smile, felt the fist brush against his arm. The moment was almost playful—if not for the unmistakable pain in his younger brother’s eyes. A pain that mirrored his own in a lot of ways. Still, this was rare, Dal being open like this, and Nix desperately wanted to hold onto it. He flashed a grin, ready to retort—say something about how this would finally be the year he got his cake. Mention Dal being an adult now. Make some dumb joke.

But of course not.

Dal opened his mouth first, violently derailing his train of thought.

“I noticed you haven’t been going to Frannie’s as much. What’s up with that?”

The anguish in Nix’s face betrayed him for a second before he masked it with a deep breath. Not quick enough. Dal’s eagle eyes wouldn’t have missed it.

His fingers flexed around the fuel can, tightening, then loosening again.

He cleared his throat, steering hard in the opposite direction.

“Jesus… was just gonna offer to buy you your goddamn cake…” he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about Frannie. When had that ever ended well?

He shrugged, trying not to let his mind settle on painful memories, but it was useless.

What was she doing today? Would she meet him at the festival? After their fight this morning… who knew?

Who knew what state she’d be in when he saw her next?

A pit formed in his stomach, dark and heavy. He bit down hard to stop the actual shudder that threatened to roll through him.

“I dunno, Dal. But we’re doing just fine. Nothing to worry about.”

Too quick. Too forced. The words hung in the air, hollow. Even to him.

Nix had never been good at pretending. Least of all to Dal, who could usually read him like a fucking book.

His gaze dropped to the ground, fingers curling tighter around the fuel can in his hand. His mind raced—Frannie, the flask behind his backseat, the sick feeling in his gut. The gnawing emptiness he couldn’t shake. He tried to push it all down, but it wasn’t working.

He could feel Dal watching him. Smelling the bullshit from a mile away.

Nix sighed, shaking his head. He looked anywhere but Dallas, pretending to read the street sign as if he didn’t know every street like the back of his hand.

The houses on either side of the road blurred past, slowly giving way to shops. The empty streets to crowds of dressed-up children and their parents. The distant scent of fried dough and burnt sugar filled the air.

“Since when do you ask about my love life?” His frustration was clear, but there was something else beneath it. A second passed. Then, softer—“Since when do you ask… about me?”

He risked a glance at Dal again.

“You’re really doing better, huh?”

It wasn’t a question, not really. Just the weight of something settling in. Like he was only now realizing how bad things had been.

For a long time, Nix had thought Dal must’ve hated him.

But he hadn’t, had he?

It was never that simple.
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Sophia Price
the sad girl
The cold breeze from the fall days was a reminder that the seasons were changing and that time moved forward, as everyone else did, except for Phia, who believed was stuck in a limbo where time had stopped since the death of her parents or at least that’s what she thought she was in until a couple weeks ago.

When she started noticing that her days were no longer under a grey filter and were starting to have flashes of color from her blossoming friendship with Wes, her new interactions with Mickey, to the unexpected partnership with Jonah that somehow developed into a friendship or at least on her terms, it counted as a friendship. All of them were part of the colors that were now adorning her life.

There had been so many changes in her life lately, that now she needed an extra credit in art, something she never thought would happen, but seemed everything was possible. Her partnership with Jonah proved that, even if she saw the efforts from the guy to improve, it was more than obvious that he should stick to sports.

Still, she couldn’t judge him, the talent he had for physical activities was the one she lacked, after all, there was a reason why she was always chosen last for sports or why her face seemed to be a magnet for balls that she had already lost count, but she wasn’t going to tell that to Jonah just to sympathize with him, just one look at her it was more than obvious she didn’t have any physical condition.

And now they were stuck working at the entrance of the Haunted House, ripping tickets and welcoming everyone who wanted to enter the house. The sight of happy families attending made Phia have a knot in her stomach, the smell of caramel, the laughter of kids running around with too much energy thanks to the candies, and just the overall vibe made her feel uneasy, mostly because it reminded her of all the times her family came together wearing silly costumes eating apples covered in caramel until her stomach hurt.

If she had a choice, she would have rather been somewhere else. She was sure she could improve her grades without any problem, but she wasn’t going to let Jonah flunk art because of her internal conflicts.

“Well, I am used to stacking products on Rudy’s, so I guess it’s not that bad. And I don’t mind playing some games.”
She said as they walked away. Phia didn’t miss the costume he was wearing and how he would try to win something for this girl called Lacey.
"So, you finally man up and confessed to her? Because if you are matching with her on Halloween and not being a couple, you are a lost cause.”
She asked as she took a cigarette from her pocket and lit it up, taking a smoke out of it and noticing the concerned look Jonah was giving her.
“Okay, I already know it’s bad for my health, you don’t have to remind me, but out of the two of us, I am not the one who is going to have a bright future and a picket fence house, so let me have this.”

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Luciana Navarro Berrocal
the cool girl
Luci’s blood was boiling from rage at the scene of Carmen about to snort based on the bottle that was in her room and now, on its way to the sewer, it was Adderall. The anger that she was feeling increased the moment Carmen tried to change the topic, despite being caught red-handed.

“Cut the bullshit, Carmen. I didn’t consider you that fucking stupid to be doing that”
Luci said harshly, which was unexpected for the girl to talk in that tone to Carmen, but at that time Luci wasn’t really taking into consideration Carmen’s feelings as she stepped inside the dressing room.

And without asking, Luci started searching between all of Carmen’s belongings, throwing everything on the floor that it almost resembled how her room looked before she left the dorm, until she found the little bag of pills inside her makeup bag.
“So, are you going to tell me where you got this? And who gave you the stupid idea to snort pills? I already have my answer I just want you to hear it from you.”


Dark brown eyes stared at the girl dressed up as a cat, finding this scene nothing more than surrealist, her wide-eyed eyes from being caught up, the mess of a room they were now in, it was something Luci never considered would happen, and yet here they were.
“Tell me, what other things that idiot has made you do? And don’t try to play with me by asking who am I referring to because you know very well I am talking about Wes and I know for a fact you already did weed, which I turned a blind eye to even if I thought that was stupid on your part.”
Luci said, crossing her arms over her chest.
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'I dunno, Dal. But we’re doing just fine. Nothing to worry about.'

Nix offered up his first attempt at an answer.

It was bullshit, of course, so Dallas took another slow drag, giving his older brother the chance to try again—maybe this time with some honesty.

But another answer never came. Instead, Nix deflected, turning the question back on him.

'Since when do you ask about my love life?'

Dallas was still forming his response when his brother spoke again, this time with something that made him pause.

'Since when do you ask… about me?'

Nix shot him a quick glance, and what he said next stopped Dallas dead in his tracks.

'You’re really doing better, huh?'

The words echoed in his head, bouncing off the walls of his mind.

Was he allowed to do better?

And more importantly—what did that even mean?

Could he really move on from their parents' deaths?

Could he finally stop punishing himself and the people around him?

Was he allowed to start living again?

The mere thought was terrifying.

But if he had been wrong about so much, maybe it was time to start considering the opposite.

"Maybe I am. Maybe…I could be."
His voice felt foreign in his throat— coming out boyish, uncertain...vulnerable.

"I was thinking about picking up the brush again. Phia said I cou— said I should. That Mom and Dad would want me to."


He glanced down at his hands as he walked. At some point, without even noticing, he had ditched his cigarette. His empty palms stared back at him, stark and white in the light, as Dallas took his turn as the Price to avoid eye contact.

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‘Cut the bullshit, Carmen.’

She winced at the sharp edge in Luci’s voice.

‘I didn’t think you were fucking stupid enough to do that.’

Stupid.

Not the first time she’d heard that one.

Fujiko Park had nicknamed her Turtle.

Even her so-called best friend, Ash, had compared her to Karen from Mean Girls not too long ago.

And now Luci, too.

The same Luci, who had wordlessly pushed her way into the dressing room. (Not that Carmen would’ve fought her on it anyway—her hands would’ve needed to be dipped in paint to be any redder.)

Carmen stood idly by as she ransacked her things, sniffing out the baggie like a drug dog, though with far less finesse.

Luci triumphantly held up her find and began firing off questions.

‘So, are you going to tell me where you got this? And who gave you the stupid idea to snort pills?’

But before Carmen could answer, Luci did it for her.

‘I already have my answer. I just want to hear it from you.’

Well, of course she did. Everyone else already had 'stupid' Carmen figured out—why would Luci be any different?

The cat-suited girl wrapped her arms around herself, resting her hands on opposite shoulders, desperate to ease her discomfort.
But Luci kept pushing, kept accusing.

‘Tell me, what else has that idiot made you do? And don’t even try to play dumb by asking who I’m talking about. You know damn well I mean Wes.’

Carmen’s nails—one set real, one faux—dug into her shoulders.

“Made me do?”
she repeated.

Obviously Wes Had to have made her. She couldn’t possibly have made her own decision about what substances she would or wouldn’t take.

Because she was so fucking stupid, right?

She released her grip on her shoulders, arms dropping to cross over her chest, mirroring Luci’s stance. A silent standoff between two dark-eyed girls.

“Wes hasn’t made me do anything,”
she huffed.
“Not once. Not ever. How many fucking times do I have to tell you all that?”


The memory of his somber expression—the one time he had even offered to help her down that path—flashed in her mind.
If they just could’ve seen it...maybe they’d understand.

Then another thought cut through.

Maybe they wouldn’t.

It was at least the third time she’d had this exact argument with someone, and each time, her patience wore thinner.

“I’m eighteen, Luci, I can make my own decisions. I don't need you, or Ash, or Koko, or anyone for that matter telling me what to do.”
She scoffed.

“And you know what? I think that's the funniest thing about all this- the only people who have actually been trying to control me– to dictate what I do or who I hang out with– It's you guys. Not Wes. You.”





















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'So, you finally manned up and confessed to her?'

Jonah chuckled, nudging Phia with his elbow, feigning offense.

“What do you mean, ‘manned up’? Of course, I did. I told you I was going to. I just wanted to make it… special.”


Lacey was into special. She’d spent her whole life waiting for the moments others took for granted—her first date, her first kiss, her first sleepover. And Jonah was lucky enough to be the one sharing those firsts with her. He wanted her to know how much that meant to him. How much she meant to him.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the flick of Phia’s lighter. He knew plenty of kids their age smoked, but seeing the cigarette between her bony fingers made him grimace. He opened his mouth to say something, but she beat him to it.

'I already know it’s bad for my health, you don’t have to remind me. But between the two of us, I’m not the one who’s gonna have a bright future and a picket-fence house. So just let me have this.'

Jonah never knew what to say in moments like that. Instead, he awkwardly reached out and patted her on the back.

“Uh… there, there.”


Regret.

Yeah, that was awkward. Time to change the subject.

“So… carnival games? Carnival games.”


He took off toward the booths, letting Phia and her smoke cloud trail behind.

Jonah settled on the ring toss, hoping his baseball skills might transfer. Throwing rings was kind of like pitching… right? But what really caught his eye was the giant Squishmallow hanging from the scaffolding, taunting every kid who passed by.

That was the kind of prize that bought forgiveness. He had to win it.

He excitedly pointed it out to his art partner.
“See that? That’s the one I’m gonna win for Lacey—watch.”


For a few moments, he focused on the game. Miss. Miss. Another damn miss. He sighed and turned back to Phia.

“Hey, smokestack, wanna give this a shot? I gave the guy, like, twenty bucks,
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the cool girl
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“Wes hasn’t made me do anything. Not once. Not ever. How many fucking times do I have to tell you all that?” After hearing those words from Carmen, Luci’s anger grew even bigger, she hated the idea that Carmen protecting someone as if her life depended on it, someone that she had known, for at least two months max, but unfortunately for Carmen’s demise, she saw everyone under a lens of niceness.

“Okay, let’s give him the benefit of the doubt and say you had the amazing idea of snorting pills.”
She said, trying to retain the last bit of composure she had.
“I am asking you again why are you doing it? Because let me remind you we are the same age, and I am not fucking up my life like you are doing right now. Tell me Carmen, what’s next, Ritalin? Xanax? Vicodin? Or do you plan on crossing all the pills the pharmacy has?”


Luci’s words were harsh, she didn’t have that softness to approach things in her every day and even less when her emotions were taking control over her decisions, something she never allowed herself to do because the feeling was a sign of weakness according to her father and behind that mask of confidence and superiority, Luci knew for a fact she was still that scared little girl that would cry at the sight of her father belittling her and her brothers as if that was his purpose in life, and how her tears made him more angry at her.

But it wasn’t just her fear of feeling, she knew deep down, that the thing that was doing her act in this irrational way, was none other than the fear of losing Carmen, that coming one day home and seeing her lifeless body, the same way she found her brother when she was sixteen. He was the same age as she and Carmen were at that moment.

She wasn’t going to trauma-dump on Carmen. The knot in her throat didn’t allow her to speak about it.
“Tell me, Carmen, what do you think you are winning doing all of this? Confidence? His attention? You just want to fit in? Because I can’t think of any rational reason, you would be doing all of this. So enlighten me on your reasoning.”

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ix’s last statement seemed to stir something in his brother. His voice shrank, and so did his presence.

“Maybe I am… Maybe… I could be.”

Nix gave him a sympathetic look, but Dallas wasn’t looking at him. He also wasn’t finished speaking.

“I was thinking about picking up the brush again. Phia said I cou—said I should. That Mom and Dad would want me to.”

Something in Dal’s trembling voice, in the way he opened and closed his hands, firmly pulled Nix out of his own pain.

“Do you think that would really be alright?”

Dallas needed a big brother here. Nix felt the pressure of the moment, but he did not hesitate. He placed a hand on Dal’s shoulder—firm, unwavering—the action stopping their march forward momentarily.

Nix felt something pulling at him, an urge—an almost painful need—to release the emotion he could barely even name. It wasn’t just the weight of the past pressing in on him, but something else, something he couldn’t quite place. He’d spent so long pushing forward, focused on surviving, that he never let himself stop and think about what had been left behind. But hearing Dallas say it out loud—Mom and Dad would want me to—made something shift.

They would. Of course they would. And maybe Nix had known that all along. Maybe that was why he’d kept Dal’s paintings in the first place, why he’d packed them away with the little they had left instead of leaving them behind like everything else they’d lost. Maybe some part of him had always been waiting for this moment.

He exhaled, slow and steady. “You should. They would want you to.”

Nix removed his hand, and they continued walking, but his smile stayed. “I kept them all. Your paintings. Your art supplies. You know how Mom was… she kept everything. There’s stuff from when we were preschoolers…”

He swallowed, his voice quieter now. “When we moved into my car, I said I’d sort through our stuff…” His eyes prickled. “I couldn’t. Most of it is in a storage unit…I still haven’t gone through it properly… I…”

His eyes felt hot, itchy. There was a lump in his throat. He swallowed hard, pushing it all back down. He wasn’t going to lose it now.

“I figured… one day you might want them…”

He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal, as if saying all this wasn’t cracking something open inside him.
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'Because let me remind you—we’re the same age, and I’m not screwing up my life like you are right now. Tell me, Carmen, what’s next? Ritalin? Xanax? Vicodin? Or do you plan on working your way through the entire pharmacy?'

Carmen’s brown eyes rolled dramatically at Luci’s accusation.

She’d smoked plenty of weed and cigarettes, and no one had cared. But the moment she got the occasional high from a plastic bottle, and suddenly, it was a 'problem'.

It could’ve been worse.

She’d been offered worse.

But she was in control.

She could still say no—even to Wes.

Luci fired off more questions, pushing for an answer.

'Tell me, Carmen, what do you think you’re gaining from all this? Confidence? His attention? Do you just want to fit in?'

But the truth was, Carmen didn’t have an answer. At least, not a simple one.

“You—you wouldn’t get it,” she stammered.


Okay maybe Luci had hit a few nails on the head, but even if Carmen admitted that, would it change anything? Luci would still be pissed, and Carmen would keep doing exactly what she was doing.

“My turn to ask a question. Why do you care so much? Why does it matter what I do or who I do it with? Nothing changes. I’m still me, right? I’m not strung out or dead. I still go to work, go to school—do everything I’m supposed to.”


Carmen just wanted to escape the argument, retreat back into her comfortable little world of love and delusion. She knew she wouldn’t win against Luci. Luci wasn’t the type to back down.

“So just do me a favor and lay off. I’m not hurting anyone, so let me have my ‘fun.’”


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Dallas flinched under his brother's comforting touch. It'd been so long since he'd allowed himself to be physically assured in a meaningful way, especially by Nix.

He listened to his brother's confession, about the paintings and the storage unit. His admission that he'd never actually gone through all of it, just stored it away.

Guess they weren't so different after all.

Dallas had plenty of deep dark things packed away. Maybe eventually...they could unpack it together.

“Thanks for that.”

Dallas said simply. His brother's nonchalance allowed him to regain his composure. He felt like a fresh scrape on a child's knee, overly sensitive and he still really fucking hated that. The younger replaced his cigarette, getting back to himself.

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entley had to physically stop himself from rolling his eyes when Vinny came dressed as an actual ghostbuster. He already knew what Quinn would think of that, just as how she had an opinion on literally everything— she was very opinionated.
Bentley dressed up more simple, put some fake-blood on the sides of his mouth and put on some fake dracula tooth things that stick on the side and for a final touch, he put on the same black blouse Quinn liked the last time.

The drive to Sam's house felt tense, why was he going on a date with Sam while him and Quinn had been hooking up the entire time? He didn't want a relationship with Quinn but her still being with Vinny threw him off, was it possible she liked Vinny more than him?

Bentley picked up Sam and tried some small talk but the fact they already slept together was making that a little hard. He didn't even realize she was Connor's ex, oh my god, she was Connor's ex.
The festival was decorated all nicely—fake cobwebs, fog machines, all that—but Bentley didn’t really care. He’d pre-drank with Sam before coming, so he had a nice little buzz going. Enough to keep him confident when he saw his best friend and… well, Quinn.
When they met up, Bentley gave his friend a fistbump like he wasn’t about to sneak off with Quinn right after. Vinny’s costume was ridiculous, and Bentley was counting on Quinn to agree—anything to make him look better in comparison. 'Trying to impress someone?' He jokingly bumped Vinny against his shoulders but his eyes seemed to pierce right through him or maybe it was Bentley's own guilt playing mind games with him.

The four of them definitely had something weird going on as they sat at a picnic table near some food and drink vendors. Bentley had used his fake ID to grab them some beers, but watching Vinny make moves on Quinn felt way too familiar. Like Byron and Dahlia all over again. He forced a fake smile, then casually slid his arm around Sam’s waist as he kept chugging beer after beer, making it increasingly obvious he wouldn’t be able to drive. Sam, however, wasn’t having it.
When his phone buzzed, Quinn’s text came at the perfect time.
Sneaking off was getting way too easy. Their excuses were half-assed at best—something about needing the bathroom—but no one really questioned it.

They found a quieter spot, away from the crowds and festival noise. Bentley couldn’t help himself.

'What are you even supposed to be?' He gave her a mischievous smirk, his eyes scanning her up and down. 'I’ve been looking at you all night, and I still got no clue.'
Her face was covered in way more makeup than usual—whatever her costume was supposed to be, he liked it. Maybe because he wanted to feel like she’d done it just to see him.
His gaze lingered as he took a slow step closer, tilting his head like he was really trying to figure it out.

'Let me guess. . . A porcelain doll? A ghost? Mother Theresa?' His tone was teasing, but there was something else underneath it—something smug, something that made it clear he was enjoying this moment a little too much.
Bentley leaned in just a little, his voice dropping. He was definitely drunk.
'I mean, you do look kinda hot like this. Did Vinny tell you that yet?'
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By the time Dallas finally met up with Ash and Koko, he was already running on fumes. What should have been a quick ride to the festival grounds had spiraled into an emotional conversation with his brother—one that left him feeling drained, raw, like an exposed nerve.

But Ash wouldn’t push him like everyone else seemed to. She wouldn’t pry or try to dig. No, she’d smile, they’d touch, and for a little while, he’d get to recover.

It didn’t take much to convince her to ditch the lone Park sister, a few quick texts promising a quiet moment together in the House of Mirrors. Ash made an excuse—a weak one—but something about Koko felt different from her brothers.

She was smarter.

Quick to pick up on the put down.

Fujiko took it all with grace, something Dallas could appreciate. And she left with an easy goodbye.

With the friend out of the way, he finally laced his fingers through Ash’s.

Yeah, if he could just get her alone, maybe she’d work her magic on him again.

“So, House of Mirrors, then?” he murmured into her blonde hair, voice low and tired. A small smirk tugged at his lips. “It’d be awful nice to see every angle of you all at once.”

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This Halloween festival was--

Boring.

It wasn't anyone's fault. Like, it wasn't Koko's fault, because she was plenty fun to hangout with. It was just... small town festivals? Not really her thing, although she hadn't realized that until she'd ended up here, in the middle of nowhere.

She'd grown tired of the constant lights and busyness of New York City, and she'd thought she'd enjoy the quietness of the tiny town in the middle of nowhere. And maybe for a while, she had, but now she just felt...

Restless? Homesick? Something like that.

Most of those ill feelings dissipated once Dallas found her, though. It was hard to be nostalgic for the past, when Dallas hadn't been there. And like... she really liked him -- or whatever.

They hung with Koko for a brief while before departing, hands lacing together as they headed off to enjoy the rides the festival held, starting off with the House of Mirrors.

It had never really been her favorite back home. The mirrors were always smudged and sticky, and there was always the faint aroma of vomit, but... that was part of the fun of festivals, she guessed.

She glanced up at him, a small blush reddening her cheeks at his words.

"Oh my god," she said, her words hushed as she let go of his hand, just so she could tug his arm around her shoulders and lean into him. "We're in public. What's wrong with you?" she joked.

"But, umm, I was thinking, maybe you could come over to my place tonight? Unless you're like, busy or something, which is so fine," Ash started, "because like, I kind of have a late birthday gift for you at my place."

It wasn't much, but she hoped he'd like it.

-----​

His fucking birthday.

It seemed Dallas couldn’t escape it today.

Times like this, he was grateful for their height difference—it meant she couldn’t see the expression surely twisting his face.

"That's sweet of you, Ash." The younger Price brother kept his voice as soft as he could manage, though an edge crept in, unavoidable. "You really didn't have to do that."

But like Homecoming, this clearly meant something to her. He meant something to her. And if he wanted to keep meaning something to her, he'd have to get used to things like this.

Dallas realized he hadn't actually answered her question, and scrambled for something to say before the silence stretched too long.

"Since you went to all that trouble though, I suppose the least I can do is come over and get it."

They were in line now, queued up to enter, just a few heads ahead of them.

"Besides, I'll take any excuse to spend a little time with you—even if it means pretending to give a single shit about the day I was born."

Dallas felt her tense under his arm, and realizing he’d been too harsh, he backpedaled.

"Sorry. I know you're just trying to do something nice for me. I appreciate it, really. I'm just– not big on the whole birthday thing."

Dal wouldn’t tell her why, of course. About the survivor’s guilt that, if he wasn’t careful, clawed at his every waking thought.

About the self-loathing that never quite let go.

They weren’t like that, and he didn’t want them to be.

Keeping things surface level was easier.

Safer.

He just wanted Ash—simple and loyal and sweet, and not any other way.

-----​

"Oh," she said, her gaze turning downwards as a frown briefly crossed her face.

Like, okay, she knew he was... like that. He didn't want to celebrate his birthday, and she'd kind of known that, so it had been stupid of her to... well, try, you know? Just because she'd appreciate the small gesture didn't mean he would, too.

"Oh, no, don't apologize," she said, smiling up at him. "It's your birthday -- it's all about you and what you want, right?" I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have... you know."

Thankfully, she wasn't able to continue to ramble as they made it to the front of the line.

Tickets were exchanged, and she pulled away from Dallas as she stepped aside, letting him take the lead into the mirror maze.

Because like, she was not going to be the one walking face first into windows tonight.

-----​

Ash stepped aside for him to take the lead, which Dallas happily obliged—anything to avoid her eyes.

Once they entered the maze, though, he became uncomfortably aware of how exposed he was. Every angle offered a clear view, making him curse the decision to go through it in the first place.

Dallas stretched a hand out in front of him, feeling his way to avoid colliding with any mirrored panes. Occasionally, he stole glances at Ash in his peripheral vision.

Each time they hit a dead end, he turned them around, searching for the next path.

"You’d think after doing this same maze year after year, I’d have it down by now." He muttered.

He wasn’t really talking to her though— just filling the silence.

-----​

"They probably change it up," she responded, as she weaved her way through after him. Her hand occasionally brushed against the glass, to keep herself from smacking into anything.

"You're doing great, though," Ash teased. She glanced in the direction of a kid, and tilted her head towards him. "Wasn't he behind us before?"

Her phone buzzed, and at first she tried to ignore it -- except that Ash was not exactly good at that. Because like, what if it was some kind of emergency?

So she paused briefly from following Dallas, and slid her phone from her pocket. The screen lit up, and a name popped up on the screen.

Nix.

She quickly shut her phone back off, her attention returning to Dallas once more, smile still plastered on her face.

"Ooh, after this, we should do like the umm... the really fast spinny one? I love that one."

-----​

With every response, Dallas couldn't shake the feeling that Ash was just humoring him—like maybe she'd rather be somewhere else.

Anywhere else.

He used the reflection in the mirror to peek back at her. She was fiddling with her phone, but what flashed across her screen stopped him cold.

His brother’s name.

Nix.

Dallas kept walking at first, stewing in silence like a kettle left to boil. Ash spoke, but he didn’t respond, his anger bubbling up in his belly until it worked it's way up his throat and he couldn’t hold it back any longer. He stopped dead in his tracks, letting the little blonde bump into him before turning to face her.

“You’re texting my brother?”

His voice was sharp as he looked down his nose at her.

Dallas pressed his tongue against his cheek, then back between his molars, working through his next words. He tipped his chin down, locking his cold, dark eyes with hers before speaking again.

“Why exactly are you texting my brother? And while you're ruminating on that, you can tell me how long this been happening.”

-----​

She wasn't fully paying attention, and bumped into Dallas. Taking a step back, still smiling, she started to say something before he spoke.

The relaxed smile she'd had faltered, her lips falling into a pursed frown, her eyebrows drawing together as her grip tightened on her phone.

"Not... too long," she started. "Since like... Homecoming? It was about the umm... the pictures-- and the dresses for your sisters, and--" Ash stammered a bit, before cutting herself off.

"I didn't-- I mean-- it's nothing. We don't really like, talk about anything." She explained, which was... mostly true. Her and Nix's conversations never really amounted to much.

-----​

He watched as Ash's grip on her phone tightened.

Why? Dallas thought.

If it was really nothing.

Why?

"So what a few weeks? A month?" He hissed. Black eyes flickered to her phone. "Fine Ashton. If you really don't talk about 'anything'- show me."

Dal held his hand out, open palm, fingers flicking to indicate he wasn't asking. He was demanding. "Let me look at this months worth of 'nothing'. Just prove it to me and we can forget any of this ever happened." His words were practically acidic with an artificial sweetness lacing the edges.

-----​

She huffed, clearly annoyed, but relented. Ash unlocked her phone, tapping the message from Nix, and pulling up their conversation, before she turned her phone towards Dallas.

"See?" she said, her finger scrolling through their messages. "Literally nothing important."

"Happy?" Ash asked, as she dropped the phone back to her side, and went to place it back in her pocket. "Can we get back to the stupid mirror thing? We're holding everyone up."

She'd become a little too aware of the family behind them, biding their time, but definitely annoyed at the hold up.

-----​

Ash scrolled through her and the eldest Price boys text thread quickly, suspiciously quickly. Dallas barely able to pick out words let alone sentences.

"Would you slow down I can't-" Dallas muttered before huffing right back, frustrated in equal measure.

His eyes followed her hand as she attempted to try and slide the device back in her pocket. "How about- no." If she wasn't going to show him herself, he'd just have to figure out on his own.

Dallas reached for her phone, his longer stronger fingers easily prying it from her dainty ones.

"Alright let's get a look at this nothing, shall we?" His voice had elevated, putting on a show for the family behind the. Dal clicked Nix's name and began rapidly combing through messages.

"Ah- what's this? My older brother: 'Oh yeah I bet! Did you have a favorite?' and what did my loving and loyal girlfriend respond? 'I honestly don't know. You should come with me and I'll show you some.' inviting my brother out clubbing, not exactly my definition of nothing important. What do you think Ash? Would you still call that- Nothing. Important? Or should I read out a couple more?"

-----​

"Hey, stop--" she was cut off as Dallas snatched her phone away.

Ash tried to reach across him for the phone, but he easily moved it out of her grasp, before holding it up out of her reach.

"Would you... just stop," she pleaded, as she started to jump up and down to grab the phone from his hand. And then, he started to read the texts aloud, which out of context might've sounded kind of bad, but--

Her fingers closed on part of her phone.

"Give me my phone back and stop being an immature asshole." she snapped, before she yanked on the phone.

-----​

"You send flirty texts to my older brother, and somehow I’m the asshole?" Dallas' voice was sharp, his eyes blazing. "I might’ve expected this from him—but you?"

His finger tips grazed hers and as she tried to grab it back. Dallas yanked it away, his grip tightening.

"Fine, Ash. You want asshole? I’ll give you asshole."

Without another thought, he hurled the phone into the mirror behind her. Glass shattered, fragments raining down.

"How’s that? Asshole enough for you?"

-----​

She started to argue, she wanted to argue, because they weren't-- they weren't flirty. They were just simple, silly little conversations. Nothing crazy, nothing wild, just her talking casually about basically nothing with his brother.

In fact, the majority of their conversations had been about Dallas.

One hand had been on the phone, her other gripping the bottom of his shirt, when he yanked the phone away and sent it flying.

It slammed into a mirror, and the sound of shattering glass cast a heavy silence across the ride.

She stepped back, her hand letting go of his shirt, and her gaze focused on her phone laying in a pile of broken glass.

Her bottom lip trembled, so she bit down on it. She felt sick to her stomach, so an arm crossed over her stomach. Her eyes were darting around -- from the glittering bits of glass reflecting the overhead lights, to the destroyed phone, to the pieces that hadn't shattered and fallen, and instead stuck haphazardly out of the wall.

A piece fell, and she flinched at the sound.

Her mom was going to kill her -- except she wouldn't even be able to get a hold of her mom for her to kill her. And that would just make her mom even angrier, and then--

Her breath was catching in her throat.

The child that had been behind them started to cry, and Ash blinked. She glanced back at the little boy and his parents, who were trying to calm him down.

"I'm so sorry," she mumbled.

Carefully, Ash stepped over the broken panes that were still sticking up, her shoes crunching against the ground. Her hand hit one of the broken panes and she winced as pain shot through her palm.

She crouched down, her other hand brushing aside the sharp bits of glass to pick up her phone. It struggled to light up, the cracked and ruined screen showing nothing.

Slowly, she rose back up, her eyes glued to the broken screen of the phone, as tears started to prick at the corners of her eyes.

"I'm umm... sorry, I'm gonna... I think I'm gonna head back to the dorm," she murmured.

-----​

Tears. Blood. Fuck.

He’d really done it this time.

Dallas’ blind rage ebbed, giving way to exhaustion.

Back to square one—in more ways than one.

A child wailed behind them, comforted by his parents. Ash murmured an apology.

Grief crashed over him next. He wanted to warn the kid, to tell him to hold onto this moment—because from here, it was all downhill.

Guilt gnawed at him. He’d been the one to rip the veil from the kid’s eyes, to show him the truth: everyone was either broken or breaking.

Maybe Dallas deserved it.

The betrayal.

He’d made the mistake of thinking he had the right to live. To love. To feel anything but this ever-present guilt.

Wrong.

“Look—let me come with you.” He stepped toward Ash, resting a hand on her lower back, gently guiding her forward.

“I’ll help you get your hand fixed up, and then… maybe we can see about that birthday surprise you were so excited about.” He kept moving.

“Just you and me. You know, how it should be.”

He’d fix things with Ash. Maybe even force a smile through whatever birthday surprise she had planned.

Because one thing was certain—Dallas wasn’t going home. Not tonight. Maybe not ever again.

-----​

She briefly tensed at his touch, but quickly relaxed. The anger was gone from his tone, and he had returned to the normal, safe boyfriend she'd had before. She let him guide her out of the house of mirrors, slipping her phone into her back pocket before anyone could see the broken screen.

"Really?" Ash asked, glancing up at him as they headed away from the house of mirrors. "You don't have to, if you don't want to, but that'd ummm... that'd be really nice. My roommates are all out tonight, too, so that'll... that'll be nice."

She glanced back over her shoulder, watching as one of the attendants ushered people out of the house of mirrors, while the other headed inside to clean up the mess they'd caused.

They probably should've apologized, or offered to help clean up.

"I'm sorry," she added again as she turned her gaze away from the ride down towards her hand, which she finally unclenched. Sticky blood stuck to her palm, and she could barely make out the thin cut down her hand.

"I'll block him," she promised, as she pressed her hand against her stomach to stop the bleeding, and leaned in closer to Dallas.

It was fine -- really. It was just a small hiccup, and it had been her fault in the end. Ash knew it would piss Dallas off -- that's why she hadn't told him they were talking in the first place. And... those kind of lies didn't make for a healthy relationship.





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Sophia Price
the sad girl
“So dressing up is part of your list of making things special? Or are you just that excited to dress up? Not going to lie, I consider you more of a Spiderman type of guy than Romeo.”
She said as she took another smoke from her cigarette.

Phia could sense the awkwardness of Jonah the moment she lit up the cigarette. She was still an underage kid smoking, so it wasn’t something to be proud of. And yet, he didn’t judge her or reprimand her for her actions. But still, he changed the subject to the games, as he walked faster heading in the direction of the ring toss, on her way she dropped the half-burned cigarette and stepped on it, a loss to her for not being able to finish it, but maybe at that moment the nicotine wasn’t meant to be her companion.

Just as she arrived next to Jonah, her gaze went directly to where he was pointing, which was the best prize he could get to his girlfriend based on how excited he was. But looking at it Phia couldn’t understand the appeal of it.
“She would love a giant ball?”
She asked with a raised eyebrow, Phia couldn’t understand the appeal of the plushie, but again she couldn’t understand either the lengths that a guy that was in love went to, Nix still dealt with Frannie’s bullshit, Dallas stole flowers for Ash, and now Jonah was tossing rings to win a plushie for Lacey.

The girl saw how the guy failed one throw after the other. Maybe he wasn’t as good at sports as he claimed. But then Jonah spoke to her again, asking her if she wanted to try. Without thinking, Phia grabbed some of the rings and started tossing them, knowing perfectly that none of them would land.
“I guess I should have told you that I am terrible when it comes to doing this kind of stuff.”
She said as she continued tossing the rings.

But even if Phia knew she was terrible at it, there was this feeling that started growing inside her, the need to want to make the rings fall into its place, her little jumps thinking that would help with her terrible aim, and the fast movements trying to grab another ring. And without realizing she started noticing she was feeling happy, a sensation she hadn’t felt in a long time since the death of her parents. She always felt this void inside her, knowing perfectly that probably she would never be able to feel that ever again, and yet, here she was having actual fun.

But nothing in Phia’s life was perfect, there was always something that somehow messed up everything, and this time, it was her weak body, one that was shaped by a terrible sleeping schedule, not balanced meals as most of the food she consumed were expired snacks from Rudy’s and of course a terrible physical condition. Maybe she had pushed herself a bit too much without thinking, as the bottles where the rings were supposed to land started moving, and even if she tried to focus everything started becoming more blurry adding that Phia only felt her head pounding, adding to the nausea she was starting to feel.

Without a second thought, she grabbed Jonah’s sleeve, trying to steady herself. Maybe she just needed to calm herself, but before everything became a blur, she remembered saying,
“Jonah... I don’t feel that good.”

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Youth - Daughter

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yron was sitting at a plastic table adorned with waxy candles casting a soft warm glow over his pensive face. He was surrounded by food stalls, chewing absently on the dregs of a corndog and staring at his phone. Against his better judgment, he had attended the local Halloween festival without his girlfriend.

Already made plans, sorry.

That stupid text from Lia was swirling around his brain like a whirlwind. Lia had plans. He couldn’t help but worry that those plans were with their mutual friend Bentley. But Byron hadn’t asked. Hadn’t been game to. He wanted to say it was because he trusted her—but it was really because he couldn’t fucking handle it if he was right. He knew they hung out. He didn’t know when, or what they did. But he didn’t trust Bentley. Not a bar.

He wanted to believe her, to trust her, but something in him couldn’t let go of the doubt. Not when she never texted first, never asked to hang out, and when he was left staring at his phone, waiting for her to reach out. He’d thought about testing the theory—stopping communication—but Byron had the self-control of a caffeinated toddler. He always caved—asked her how she was, begged for her attention like a golden retriever.

He’d been really trying, hadn’t he? He was always putting her first—thinking of her, taking her out on dates—he’d been a fucking gentleman.

The thing was, when they were together, things were good—brilliant even. Lia could be attentive, loving, fun—and not to forget—the most stunningly beautiful girl he’d ever laid his eyes on. She never actually said no to coming to see him.

They hadn’t fought about anything in months!

That counted for something, right?

But it all just felt so one-sided. So hot and cold. If he didn’t text her, would she even think to text him? He was starting to wonder, and he hated himself for it. For caring so damn much when the signals seemed to be all wrong.

He had to put it aside. It wouldn’t be long before he had a distraction—Liana was on her way to attempt to cheer his sorry ass up. She’d gotten him here somehow.

Byron had just one deal today. Carmen had wanted last-minute Adderall. Byron had obliged, of course, he always had that particular substance. He’d given her one of his backups. He had plenty left, and he could get more if he needed it. And he did need it. His grades had improved, his emotional control was better, and he genuinely felt like a new man. But Carmen? Well… her habits were more widespread now. Opioids, now stimulants. A frequent customer of his, just like he’d imagined would happen. She thought she was in control, but Byron had her. She was still coming back to the dangerous dilapidated trainyard she hated so much. And the idea of it filled him with an uncomfortable emotion. Something like guilt—maybe dread? It wasn’t exactly a helpful or professional emotion. He hadn’t even enlightened his best friend with that information. He didn’t need to plant any seeds of doubt. Even in Leo.

His phone vibrated again, but he didn’t look. He didn’t want to know who it was. Not right now. Not when everything felt like a damn mess in his head.

Byron finished his food and drummed his now empty, restless hands against the table. His phone shoved back into his pocket.
"Let's fucking gooo!"
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Lacey Marie Kavanagh
the chill girl
Lacey wasn’t the type to go all out on Halloween, except that time she dressed up with Ines as Barbie in The Princess and the Pauper, or when they dressed up as Lizzie and Isabella from Lizzie Mcguire the movie. Still, this year had been different, she was matching with Jonah, her first-ever boyfriend, dressing up as Romeo + Juliet, of course, they wouldn’t end up having a tragic end but still, it remained as an amazing couple costume and now she could cross that of her wishlist.

Unfortunately, her idea of spending the evening with Jonah playing games as they tried to win a prize or eat caramel apples was cut short the moment he told her he had to work at the Haunted House for an extra credit, which she understood completely but still, it bummed her out that he wouldn’t be there when she performed on the Festival courtesy of all the kids at Silver Lake.

And Lacey couldn’t be more excited, as it was going to be the first time that she would be performing in front of a crowd, and while the rest of her classmates decided on performing covers or numbers from important movies or plays; Lacey decided to take a risk and perform an original song, after all, her dream was to become a singer and have everyone sing her songs, so she would take any opportunity to be able what she was made off.

Thankfully, Lacey wouldn’t be alone as her dad was going to be there recording her presentation along with her friends Ines and Kat; who knew would be cheering the loudest for her or at least Ines would make sure to do that, and once the presentation was over, maybe she could go and search for Jonah and they could sneak out as she told him how her presentation went, showed the video recorded by her father, and of course they would kiss a bit too much that would make an old lady leave out a mortified gasp, maybe she should think a bit better the last part.

As the students before she performed, Lacey could feel the adrenaline running through her veins as her presentation became closer and closer; and when the time came that she was announced, she felt a rush of emotions going through her, as she was sure this was just the beginning for her to accomplish her dream. There was nothing that could go wrong. Why would it be?
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ujiko’s phone had been buzzing all afternoon. She’d declined at least twenty calls from her mother. After the first voicemail, her mother’s slurring voice had killed any desire to call her back. She rarely reached out unless she was high, guilty, emotional—or, more often than not, all three. And it was never just to talk. She always wanted something. Money. Support. Sympathy.

It was pathetic.

Koko had a show to prepare for. She should be in the dressing rooms right now, getting ready, but instead, she stood outside, pacing, her thumb hovering over the screen. She glared at the picture on her mother’s caller ID, letting the phone ring out yet again. She should block the number. She should ignore it. She should—

With a sharp sigh, she hit call. Might as well get it over with.

She regretted it instantly.

Her mother could barely hold a conversation. She was crying, slurring, rambling about how lonely she was. How much she regretted giving Koko away. The words hit like a dull, rusted blade—annoying, familiar, never deep enough to kill, but painful all the same.
Koko gritted her teeth, barely holding back a string of curses as she ended the call and blocked the number. At least for tonight. But the damage was already done—her chest was tight, her stomach twisted in that way she hated. She sucked in a sharp breath, then exhaled, fast and harsh.

“Piece of SHIT,” she yelled in Japanese, loud enough that a few passersby turned to stare. She met their eyes with a glare that sent them hurrying along.

Cowards.

Fujiko needed to pull herself together. It wouldn’t do to stress herself out and pass out in the middle of the crowd like this. She reminded herself that this was nothing new. She could handle it. Still as she entered the building she could not totally dull the lingering anxiety. Which only served to enrage her further.
Suddenly familiar voices up ahead made her slow her walk and refocus. Fujiko could hear yelling and instantly recognised the voices of Luci and Carmen having a heated argument.
“So, are you going to tell me where you got this? And who gave you the stupid idea to snort pills?”

That was Luci. A pause for effect and then she continued. Fujiko crept up to the door.

“I already have my answer I just want you to hear it from you.”

Fujiko wasn’t at all surprised. Kame-chan was exactly the kind of easy target for addiction to take root. But despite herself, her heart dropped.

Am I upset!?

She growled at herself, and blamed it on the lingering emotion from her phone call. Still, she listened to Kame’s little speech with a knot in the pit of her stomach.

“Wes hasn’t made me do anything.”

Not directly.
“I’m 18 Luci I can make my own decisions” Ironically there was nothing she could have said that would make her seem more immature than that infuriating statement. Fujiko rolled her eyes. But her friend wasn’t done.

“I think that’s the funniest thing about this- the only people who have been trying to control me. To dictate what I do or who I hang out with. It’s you guys. Not Wes. YOU!”

She’d heard enough. She wanted a cigarette. The one substance she allowed herself. A bad habit, for sure, but the only thing that managed her stress in times like this. Carmen would be out soon enough. She was performing soon after all. A rush of cold wind threw her long black hair over her shoulder as she stepped back outside, already rolling the tobacco, the simple task harder than usual. She flicked her ornate black lighter once. Twice. Her hands weren’t steady. With a sharp breath, she steadied them—then lit the cigarette like nothing was wrong.
"I will not fall to my own feelings"
Fujiko Park
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here she was at the door, and there it was again. That flutter in his chest. It lingered this time as she rolled her eyes at him, and he stole a glance at her—really took her in. Parker looked different. Was it her hair? The makeup? She was put together in a way she usually didn’t bother with. Not that she wasn’t always drop-dead gorgeous—she was—but tonight, she was... something else.

“Wanna take my car?”

Baz snapped out of his daze, a grin pulling at his lips. “Perfect getaway car!” he said, dropping the stupid accent as he tossed a wink in her direction. They both headed for the jeep, like giddy schoolkids trying to get out of trouble. Baz jumped in, Parker started the engine.

“Alright, what’s the plan Clydo?”

Baz learnt back in the comfortable seat casually “Well first-” His eyes shifted, his smirked widened and he nabbed a ciggy from the packet “This of course” He said already opening the window, the cigarette he'd nicked off her hanging lazily from his mouth. He fished for his zippo and lit up, exhaling a satisfied smokey sigh through his parted lips. Then he offered her the still flickering zippo lighter flame to light her own if she wanted. “But yeah, nah. Carmen’s on soon, reckon we’ll catch her performance.” He checked his phone. He'd found the schedule, since she didn’t actually tell him what time she was on.

Rude, much? He was only gonna tease her a little. Nothing hectic!

“And my mate Seth manning the raffle stall is worth a stop, ‘cos I gotta win some free concert tickets!” He looked at her with a cheeky grin “Fucker dared me to chug a beer, as if that’s some kinda fuckin’ challenge?” He laughed in his boisterous, over the top way and wiping fake tears he said “I mean my fuckin dad expected me to be able to do that when I was barely 15, I’ve had some time ta practice I reckon.”

He let the laughter settle, enjoying his ciggy and smiling fondly. He turned back to her and then ask “Got any things we absolutely must see while we’re there?” He asked her “You’re my Halloween tour guide, after all Parks, show me the magic, yeah?”

o o o

By the time they got to the festival, it looked like they were a little early—no line at the gate yet, and the car park was barely starting to fill. Baz bounced his knee restlessly, ready to get out of the car after even the short drive. He flung his door open the second the jeep stopped, then rounded to Parker’s side. He paused for a second, giving her space to get out.

“Come on, where first, Bon?” he asked, a warm smile on his face, giving her the reins like the Aussie gentleman he was.
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Quinn wasn't really a Halloween girl. She never really had been. Growing up Quincey had been spoiled rotten, in perhaps the only way the parents Curtis were capable of spoiling a child, monetarily. The costume for candy exchange had seemed childish– even then.

But if she was going to have to participate in the whole ordeal Quinn was at least going to look good. She had turned down sweet Vinny’s offer to dress up as ‘Ghostbusters’ opting instead for a closet ‘Hot ghost’ look...whatever that was.

Mostly it was just an excuse to be lazy and sexy. Her make-up was heavier than normal but her clothes were just....clothes. Topped off with a worn black leather jacket. Sexy dead biker? Yeah, maybe that's what she'd tell people.

She exchanged pleasantries with Sam and Vinny, then, like clockwork, fell into her usual routine—sneaking off to hook up with her sweet, naïve boyfriend’s best friend.

Quinn didn’t like Bentley. Not really. She didn’t trust him. (Don’t worry, the irony wasn’t lost on her.) But she did like feeling wanted. And, as much as she hated to admit it, he was damn good at that. Probably because Bentley had just as big of a void in his chest as she did. After all, what kind of guy could fist-bump his best friend minutes before sneaking off with his girlfriend?

The kind of guy a cheater like her deserved.

Quinn knew it was wrong, especially stealing him away from her new friend Sam. But still, she pulled out her phone and summoned Bentley for a tryst anyway.

He obliged, and the two snuck off like they had so many times before—this time to the outskirts of the festival, a quiet little corner away from the action. A pile of decorative crates conveniently blocked them from view.

“What are you even supposed to be?” Bentley asked.

As usual, Quinn rolled her brown eyes. Like she had any leg to stand on in his barely-a-costume.

She let him guess, leaning in as he spoke, the alcohol on his breath strangely enticing.

“I mean, you do look kinda hot like this. Did Vinny tell you that yet?”

Of course, he had. If nothing else, Vinny was completely obsessed with her. But that wasn’t what Bentley wanted to hear.

They locked eyes.

“No, he hasn’t,”
she lied, voice smooth.
“But even if he had—it sounds so much nicer coming from your mouth.”


She hesitated, then smirked.

“Though, I’ll be honest—I can think of much better things you could be doing with that mouth like maybe…”
She pressed her pillowy lips to his.

“Something like this?”


The thrill burned in her belly, electric and dangerous. The potential of getting caught only made it better—like walking barefoot on hot coals.












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‘I guess I should have told you that I am terrible when it comes to doing this kind of stuff.’ Phia had joked but her attention remained laser focused.

Jonah couldn't help but smile as she tossed ring after ring, even silently handing the game attendant another twenty when she'd run through the originally paid for amount.

He had the feeling Sophia Price didn't have a lot of nice moments like this, light moments like this. And what was another twenty bucks anyway? Maybe he couldn't take away his new friend's pain, but it seemed he could help alleviate it...for a minute.

But then something changed in Phia's face, a new sort of paleness took over, an even more sickly shade than before she clung to his sleeve. Jonah was able to grab hold of her, slinging her arm over his shoulder to steady her, while she muttered something he couldn't quite make out.

“I'm gonna help you get to this table over here and we're gonna sit down...okay?”
He didn't expect an answer. Sophia Price was light and thus easy to maneuver to the picnic tables across the way. Jonah sat her down and gave her a little shake by the shoulders.

“Alright, you're sitting down now and you're really starting to freak me out so if you could come to before I have to go get a paramedic or something that would be super cool...Cause I'm pretty sure you'd kill me if your family had to pay an emergency medical bill.”
















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The Halloween festival was already alive with energy as Ana arrived at the entrance. A cool breeze carried the mingling scents of sweet caramel, fried food, and pumpkin spice. Orange and purple string lights hung from booths, casting an eerie yet festive glow over the crowd. The faint sounds of laughing, talking, and distant carnival games filled the air.

She adjusted her jacket, glad she’d at least done some Halloween makeup to fit in with the theme. It wasn't anything too crazy, just little spiderweb details near her eyes and dark lipstick. The festival stretched on before her, an array of stalls, decorations, and people in costumes, making it feel almost like stepping into another world.

Ana took her time wandering through the festival, taking it all in. Kids ran past her with plastic pumpkin buckets filled with candy and goodies, teenagers posed for pictures near the haunted house entrance, and vendors called out to people who passed by, offering everything from candied apples to spiced cider. It was exactly the kind of atmosphere she loved—lively, festive, and filled with the promise of a good time.

But she wasn’t here just for herself.

Her eyes scanned the festival until they landed on the food stalls. That’s where Byron had said he’d be. She spotted him almost instantly. He was slouched at a plastic table, illuminated by flickering waxy candles. He looked like a picture of misery, his face set in a brooding expression as he absently drummed his fingers against the table.

Ana didn’t hesitate. She made her way over, weaving through the crowd before stopping in front of him.

“You actually came,” she said, a warm grin spreading across her face. She wasn’t sure if he’d show.

Ana plopped down in the seat across from him, resting her arms on the table. “Well, it's good you did. Because this festival? It’s about fun. And I swear, whatever gloomy cloud is hanging over you? I’m making it go Kaboom, vanished.”

“That's right,” Ana said, determination flickering in her eyes. “No moping, no overthinking, no ‘I’d rather be somewhere else’ attitude. You’re stuck with me, and I refuse to let you sulk your way through this.”

Ana grinned. She liked whatever this feeling was of being direct. Hanging out with the people she never thought of hanging out with before was really breaking her out of her shell. “Now, first order of business...food. Because nothing fixes a mood like something deep-fried and unhealthy.”

She flagged down one of the food vendors, already plotting exactly how she was going to drag Byron out of his thoughts. If there was one thing she knew for sure, it was that he needed this more than she did and she wasn’t going to let him sink back into his head without a fight.
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t was perfect. She actually really thought so for once. She had spent the afternoon with her friend Indie in a whirl of fabrics, makeup, and fitting wigs. Mei had enjoyed herself—finally having someone else she could create something with. And she was proud of it when it was done. Mei gave a swirl, her black cloak billowing all around her gracefully. She adjusted the hairline of the wig full of brown ringlets that she was wearing. Finally, she grabbed her wand—a piece she had literally whittled herself to match Hermione Granger’s wand.

Her costume complete, she turned to Indie with the giddiest smile and said, “It turned out so good, Indie!”

The two of them drove together to the Halloween festival in high spirits. Mei was feeling good, but as she focused on the road, her mind started to drift to someone who wasn’t here. A wave of worry caused a slight tightness in her chest. He had seemed so hesitant. But Mei knew it hadn’t been about her.

“I can’t go to a Halloween festival sober, Mei.”

“I don’t think I’d get along with your friends.”

“Let’s just hang out after, okay?”

His messages swirled around her head as she tried to rationalize them. Elliot never explicitly said it, but he seemed to be deathly afraid of putting himself out there as someone that she knew and liked. She didn’t think that was because of her—but more likely a reflection of his own insecurities. Mei had caught herself feeling the same way—thinking she would just embarrass people if she put herself out there and would subsequently be dumped.

But even as she tried to shake off the anxiety, she knew that wasn’t the full story. She could, of course, be wrong about all of this. She didn’t know. But what she did know was that she liked him. She liked the way he treated her. She liked his eagerness to hang out, the way he never seemed to judge her or baby her. He treated Mei like more than just a naïve little girl. He didn’t underestimate her like everyone else did—even her own brothers treated her like a baby.

When Mei, caught up in the laughter and energy, enjoying a moment with the friends she’d managed to make, had seen him… Elliot.

Standing there alone.

He’d seen her, she’d seen him, and then he’d turned on his heels and quickly walked away. Mei reacted instinctively. Hurriedly dismissing herself, she followed him. When she caught up, he was shocked, but grateful. Not many words were exchanged, but there was an understanding between them. Soon enough, Mei found herself once again offering him a lift. But this time, they were going to the same place.

Mei pulled up in her driveway, giddy with affection and nervous energy. Her heart hammered in her chest, but there were no cars around. Her mother and father were out tonight at some Halloween party with all of their friends. The night was young, and Connor and Byron were still enjoying the festival. The two of them had the cold, empty house to themselves.

Inside—the marble floors chilled the bottom of her feet as she slipped her black flats off her feet and placed them neatly on the shoe rack. The place always looked like it was being prepared for sale—there was no clutter on the coffee table, nothing on the kitchen counters, and the expensive furniture was displayed like an exhibition—not a home. But when they entered Mei’s room, it felt as if the world got just a little warmer. Her bed was made, green checkered sheets slightly ruffled, adorned with books she’d been reading before she left for the day. Her bedside table was covered in odds and ends—balls of colorful wool, a single crochet needle she’d picked up off the floor, a half-full water bottle decorated with birds in flight painted on a pastel mint background.

Her desk contained an old walkie-talkie that had been half disassembled. Unlike the other clutter in her room, this was not haphazardly displayed. Parts were grouped and put into piles, the device itself neatly placed in the centre. Every shelf in her room contained some kind of art project or neat, organized piles of supplies. This room was Mei’s sanctuary. It was rare for Mei to allow someone in.

Mei looked at Elliot to gauge his reaction. “Um… I guess I spend a lot of time here,” she said with a nervous glance, squeezing his hand. “I know it’s a bit... well, me. But it’s nice to... share it with someone.”

She paused, eyes meeting his for a brief moment, feeling her heart flutter. She hadn’t realized how much she wanted to show him this part of her world, how much it meant to have him in a space so personal. She cleared her throat and added, “Anyway, let me just—maybe get out of this Halloween costume,” she said with a sheepish grin. She quickly went over to the wardrobe and grabbed a sweatshirt and some comfortable pants. “I’ll be back in a sec,” she said, already heading out the door for the bathroom, leaving Elliot in her room momentarily.

When she returned, she was in a basic jumper and tracksuit pants. She hesitated at the doorway, eyes flicking nervously over to Elliot. “Uh, do you want to make something to eat with me, Elliot?” she asked, her voice soft, a little shy, but hopeful.
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Halloween was the one holiday that could brighten his mood no matter what. There was something about the horror aspect, plus the creepy bloody costumes, and even the girls in short skirts the really made him beyond giddy.

And giddy was not a word that was used lightly to discuss him.

Sure, he missed the Halloweens from when he was younger. When he'd go door to door, hissing, growling, or speaking in a low, demonic voice to ask for candy, followed by an equally aggressive thank you.

Nowadays, Halloween parties were filled with teenagers making out over cups of alcohol. Which Damien had shifted to with only a little bit of apprehension -- because bloody and scary wasn't nearly as impressive to girls or boys as it had been when he was younger.

Today, however, was completely different. He had a girlfriend, so he didn't need to impress anyone. Of course, he'd still carefully applied bloody makeup to his face, and he'd purposely cracked the cheap Scream mask he'd purchased.

Now, he was at the stupid festival alongside Jules. Glancing around, all he saw were kiddy rides and not very impressive costumes.

"This sucks," He loudly stated.












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Lacey looked like, well, an angel. That was what Claire Danes was dressed as when she played Juliet in the 1996 movie. Somewhere off in the rest of the festival was Jonah, matching in his Romeo outfit, though he wasn’t exactly any Leonardo DiCaprio. However Jonah didn’t date girls twenty years his junior though, so maybe he was better.

Regardless, he was Ines’ best friend’s boyfriend. So She had to be nice. Of all the potential men she had to be friendly too, Jonah wasn’t too bad. She didn’t know him all that well, but he seemed harmless enough. He was goofy, and kind, so it could be worse.

But Ines wasn’t here to think about Lacey’s boyfriend, she was here to think about Lacey herself. Waiting eagerly for her to take the place on the stage after the small legion of other kids performing ballads, or monologues, or instrumental solos, some of them a combination of multiple, but Ines just knew that Lacey would be best. She always was. Even when it was just the two of them hanging out in a bedroom it was the dark haired beauty who could really hold a tune. Ines herself was a little better at the written word to be honest, not that it bothered her. To be honest, the idea of being in front of all those people getting judged wasn’t exactly her own idea of fun.

Much like she would support the boyfriend, Ines would support the dream.

She grabbed a seat with her sister amongst the many, many options, careful to ensure her own costume wouldn’t obstruct any views. Her last minute choice to go as Medusa and stick as many plastic snakes into her curls as she could manage was maybe not the right choice for sitting in an audience. Then again, how many people would actually be grabbing seats to watch kids that they might not even know?

Regardless, she did squish down the snakes as best as she could before settling in to continue to wait for Lacey to make her entrance.


 
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at felt the anticipation build in her chest as she stood in the crowd beside her sister, waiting for their friend to take the stage. She probably looked like the biggest dork, especially next to her sister, who looked absolutely stunning in her green mini dress, her gold ‘Medusa’ accessories carefully chosen to match. Kat, in comparison, was rocking a khaki jumpsuit, cinched at the waist with a simple white belt, paired with matching white heeled boots. The back and arms were decorated with Ghostbusters graphics she’d stitched on herself.

She’d done it because Vinny had tragically informed her that his girlfriend absolutely wouldn’t be caught dead in the dorky onesie.

And, honestly? This kind of thing wasn’t a one-off with Quinn. She seemed determined to keep the title of “girlfriend” while putting in none of the work or support. Just last week, Vinny had told her—clearly crushed—that he hadn’t even felt confident asking Quinn to come to his karate tournament. So, of course, Kat had gone. She’d brought her sister and anyone else she could rally, making sure he had the crowd he deserved cheering him on. Watching him perform his kata had been amazing. For once, he had looked truly confident in himself. Truly in his element! And honestly? Cool as hell!

True, Kat had never actually met Quinn. She didn’t know the girl from a bar of soap. But she knew one thing—she did not like her.

Now, as she sat in the sparse crowd, here to support another friend, Kat let herself feel a flicker of longing. Longing to write lyrics. To sing her heart out. To chase that little flutter she got every time a solitary like came through on one of her old cover videos on Youtube.

But Kat was graduating this year. If she started now, wouldn’t it mean actively sabotaging the safe, academic future she’d already lined up? She’d applied for practical scholarships at mother-approved, prestigious colleges. This was probably the worst possible time to pick up a dead-end hobby that would lead to zilch.

She drew in a breath and forced the thoughts away, adorning a bright smile instead.

“I still can’t believe she wrote her own song, can you? How cool is that?” she said, turning to Ines.

Lacey, after a lot of excited begging, had given Kat an early look at both the lyrics and the music. Kat didn’t tell her but she already knew it by heart.

“Oh! I nearly forgot!”

Kat reached into her satchel, pulling out the little video camera she’d borrowed from her mom. She and her family had laughed themselves silly watching the few old home videos left on the device before she saved them to the family PC and wiped the slate clean. Jonah—Lacey’s boyfriend—had asked her to record the performance, and sure, she could have just pulled out her phone… but that wouldn’t have been nearly good enough. Kat wasn’t exactly known for doing the bare minimum. Honestly, it was lucky she hadn’t shown up with the whole kit and kaboodle, setting up a boom mic and a lighting rig.

The moment was getting closer now. All thoughts of herself, Vinny, or her costume faded away, drowned out by sheer anticipation.

Lacey was going to nail this.

Kat just knew it.
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