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"Man, where are they? I told them we'd be here exactly at 11:30!"
Walking around impatiently, Damon kicked a stray beer bottle off of the rocky driveway and into the street, watching it shatter in a cloud of dust. It was Halloween night, and kids were still running around in their colorful little costumes. The adults were either patiently sitting in their houses, or being responsible for the several broken bottles that were beginning to litter the streets. Yet at his age, he was quite caught between the choice of scary outfits and illegal drinking. Illegal drinking was.... well, illegal. Scary outfits were too much of a pain, and he was "too old for that childish stuff" anyway. Damon was really just an overexcited kid right now though, he wasn't gonna lie.
It was his idea to drag everyone down to the rumored Haunted House in town, and he just couldn't possibly pass up the chance to get there and at midnight no less. He had even dressed up for the occasion, despite his friend's warning him and saying he looked like a hoodlum when he wore such dark clothes. He decided to imitate something off a ghost hunting show, with dark jeans and a black jacket over an even black-er shirt. Granted, that 'dark' image was kind of ruined by his green shoes. He still thought it was cool anyway. And when he pulled up the hood, he'd laugh because his friend Levi had told him he looked like a mugger. Dark hair ( that really needed a trim) and heavy set eyebrows probably didn't help that.
"Hell if I know, probably caught up in trick or treating."
Sitting by Damon was Levi, he had accompanied him on his walk to the current house because he lived right by him and therefore didn't need to waste time by arriving separately. Levi had nothing to do, as he stopped trick or treating ages ago when he was around ten. He remembered getting teased for that and many other things, his family calling him a little businessman. During the whole entire time they walked to their destination however, Levi tried to convince Damon not to drag them in that house for their silly ideas. He also complained about the dark clothing, it just wasn't practical. Yet here he was. He never really could say no to his friends. Even if the one before him, kicking around dangerous shards of glass, was his polar opposite. Even in looks it stood out.
He himself came reasonably prepared, with a good pair of jeans and white tennis shoes. A white shirt and jacket that would show up easily in the dark, so naturally he wore those. And then while his friend's hair was untamed and dark, his was blonde and trimmed neatly to his scalp. Standing up, he walked over to the opposite end of the driveway, staring down the dark road as houses began to turn off their porch lights for the night.
"Well they better get here soon, I'm so pumped for this!"
"Trust me, we can tell."
"Oh shut up Levi, just chill out and have some fun. You don't have to believe in them like Attie does. But she can sure try and convince with you!"
With a laugh, Damon followed him out to the end of the driveway, looking down the road as well. People were certainly turning in early. Then again, it was starting to become one of the warmest nights of Halloween ever. The day had been so warm earlier that him and Levi actually stood in front of a fridge with the freezer open because it was so sweltering hot. He shuddered at the thought of his shirt sticking to his back like it did, all covered in sweat and grime.
Gross.
He felt bad for Levi though, standing in front of that cool fridge breeze in that heat made his glosses fog up. It wasn't all that usual for it to be warm in October, after all they lived relatively down south. Didn't change the fact though that this was unnatural weather. They figured the night had cooled down the earth some, but it was starting to rise back up. He hoped the girls would arrive soon.
Damon suddenly felt Levi grab his arm, turning him towards the other end of the street. "There they are," he said, "We should go down and meet them since the Haunted House is that way." Walking ahead of Damon, he waved down to their friends, calling for them to come forward. "Hey guys, what took you so long?" Damon however interrupted, running to them and shouting, "It's close to midnight, let's go! Ghosts are a'waiting!"
Walking around impatiently, Damon kicked a stray beer bottle off of the rocky driveway and into the street, watching it shatter in a cloud of dust. It was Halloween night, and kids were still running around in their colorful little costumes. The adults were either patiently sitting in their houses, or being responsible for the several broken bottles that were beginning to litter the streets. Yet at his age, he was quite caught between the choice of scary outfits and illegal drinking. Illegal drinking was.... well, illegal. Scary outfits were too much of a pain, and he was "too old for that childish stuff" anyway. Damon was really just an overexcited kid right now though, he wasn't gonna lie.
It was his idea to drag everyone down to the rumored Haunted House in town, and he just couldn't possibly pass up the chance to get there and at midnight no less. He had even dressed up for the occasion, despite his friend's warning him and saying he looked like a hoodlum when he wore such dark clothes. He decided to imitate something off a ghost hunting show, with dark jeans and a black jacket over an even black-er shirt. Granted, that 'dark' image was kind of ruined by his green shoes. He still thought it was cool anyway. And when he pulled up the hood, he'd laugh because his friend Levi had told him he looked like a mugger. Dark hair ( that really needed a trim) and heavy set eyebrows probably didn't help that.
"Hell if I know, probably caught up in trick or treating."
Sitting by Damon was Levi, he had accompanied him on his walk to the current house because he lived right by him and therefore didn't need to waste time by arriving separately. Levi had nothing to do, as he stopped trick or treating ages ago when he was around ten. He remembered getting teased for that and many other things, his family calling him a little businessman. During the whole entire time they walked to their destination however, Levi tried to convince Damon not to drag them in that house for their silly ideas. He also complained about the dark clothing, it just wasn't practical. Yet here he was. He never really could say no to his friends. Even if the one before him, kicking around dangerous shards of glass, was his polar opposite. Even in looks it stood out.
He himself came reasonably prepared, with a good pair of jeans and white tennis shoes. A white shirt and jacket that would show up easily in the dark, so naturally he wore those. And then while his friend's hair was untamed and dark, his was blonde and trimmed neatly to his scalp. Standing up, he walked over to the opposite end of the driveway, staring down the dark road as houses began to turn off their porch lights for the night.
"Well they better get here soon, I'm so pumped for this!"
"Trust me, we can tell."
"Oh shut up Levi, just chill out and have some fun. You don't have to believe in them like Attie does. But she can sure try and convince with you!"
With a laugh, Damon followed him out to the end of the driveway, looking down the road as well. People were certainly turning in early. Then again, it was starting to become one of the warmest nights of Halloween ever. The day had been so warm earlier that him and Levi actually stood in front of a fridge with the freezer open because it was so sweltering hot. He shuddered at the thought of his shirt sticking to his back like it did, all covered in sweat and grime.
Gross.
He felt bad for Levi though, standing in front of that cool fridge breeze in that heat made his glosses fog up. It wasn't all that usual for it to be warm in October, after all they lived relatively down south. Didn't change the fact though that this was unnatural weather. They figured the night had cooled down the earth some, but it was starting to rise back up. He hoped the girls would arrive soon.
Damon suddenly felt Levi grab his arm, turning him towards the other end of the street. "There they are," he said, "We should go down and meet them since the Haunted House is that way." Walking ahead of Damon, he waved down to their friends, calling for them to come forward. "Hey guys, what took you so long?" Damon however interrupted, running to them and shouting, "It's close to midnight, let's go! Ghosts are a'waiting!"
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