"So...Will you tell me was' wrong now?" Wisha asked MJ as they sat inside he car, MJ was eating ice cream and looking at the sunset far away as the car drove.
"That audition... I didn't make it. AND I fought with Louise,"
"Oh, too bad about the audition. You can try again,"
"What about Louise? You completely ignored that part!" 

"I wouldn't be worried about Louise. You guys are hip pals, you'll be fine."

He looked at Wisha, "Really?"
"Oh yeah. Tony and I fight all the time, but we make up. You guys will make up too. You're bros,"
"He better apologise to me,"
"Ah, give it some time. He will,"

After that, came the weekend. No school. No Louise. Then, came Monday....Halloween. Today was Halloween. Ryan called him multiple times, texting him, asking if he was coming to Chelsea's party. The whole school would be there. But would Louise be there? He didn't want to see him. It would be so awkward. He lost his calm. It was embarassing to lose it over something so trivial. I do so much stupid stuff, why do I care about being humiliated? This is so unlike me....Wait, am I growing up and becoming boring like all the adults around me? WHAT?!

That's MJ's biggest nightmare right there.

He got up and got dressed into a pair of denim jeans and a black shirt with a "I fuck ghosts" scribbled over it. Evidently, he stole that one from Louise. Then, he took a torch and went to the woods. Yes, that is how he would spend his Halloween, doing real scary stuff, unlike those stupid kids! Partying with their tits out, Ryan is probably shirtless right now, that whore.

"ACHOO!" Ryan cleaned his nose. He was dressed as a cannibal with leaves around his briefs and bare chested, "Someone is thinking smack about me," He told Chelsea's boyfriend. Louise stood beside him, dressed as a ghost and looked into his phone. No text from MJ. He decided to text him,

"You're not coming?" But his finger hovered over the send button, before his erased his text. MJ probably did not want to see him. He looked at Ryan, "Do you think MJ hates me?"
"I think MJ is in love with you," He smiled.
"What? Ew. Do not say that in front of me, I don't wanna manifest that shit!" Louise looked into his phone again. MJ had been online about thirty minutes ago. So, he would reply right? Louise sat on a chair and began typing.

. . .

MJ walked through the trees, he could hear footsteps in the dark. He moved his torch around, "Whose there? Is that a hot babes?" MJ was NOT scared. He found a large piece of cloth lying on the bushes, "Are you guys fucking in the bushes, I can see you!" He walked towards it. My bad, he ran towards it and the cloth got pulled in. Then, he saw something on the other side of the bushes. It was white and it was moving towards him. It was a lady in a white dress, she turned her face towards him. She had no eyes. OH MY GOD!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" He recognised that voice, "CLAIRE!"
"Yes, that's me! Oh, Mitchelle! You scared me!"
"YOU SCARED ME, IDIOT!" He looked at him, "...Hmm...What exactly is this costume supposed to be? And why are you in the woods? And why don't you have a torch with you? Wait, I have so many questions. My gut feeling...It- I can't predict you, what? What are you doing?"

"Back to you! What are you doing here?!"
"Look at my T-shirt. I'm here to fuck ghosts,"
Clarence grasped, "I'm a ghost!" 

"...Nevermind, I'm just taking a late night walk,"
"In the woods?"
"Yeah? You got a problem? And what the fuck even are you?"
"I'm Venessa. I'm an alien retro girly pop. Venessa likes candies and big, fancy blonde wigs. Like this one," He touched his blonde wig, teased up to ten inches. He blinked his big eyelashes at MJ. MJ looked concerned and mildly disgusted, "What?" Only Clarence and his step brother Ralf had this ability to weird out MJ, nothing else could ever baffle him, "Whatever. I didn't even understand that...Why are you here?"
"Taking a walk?"

"Be honest,"
"...I... I'm pretending that I'm at a party so that my brother doesn't tag along with me and ditch his girlfriend,"
"What does that mean?" MJ looked at Clarence, "Nobody invited you anywhere?"
"Nope," Clarence looked at MJ, "Maybe you couldn't tell but you're the only person I talk to in school,"
"Am I supposed to feel special or something?"
"What? No...I mean, yes, you are special...to me..."

"...Yeah, I'd like to hear that if you were a girl, Claire. Coming from someone with a penis, that's real creepy,"
"Hehehehehehe"
MJ walked ahead and Clarence walked behind him.

"What are you supposed to be, MJ?" Claire asked.
"A fuckboy, duh!" MJ said.

"So, basically, you did not dress up as anything different this halloween,"
"What do you mean? I'm not a fuckboy,"
"That's why you were ready to fuck me the first time we met?"
"Well!" MJ was embarassed, "Stop bringing that up again and again! Let me get over that memory!"
"Never," Clarence came close to MJ, "I'll never let you forget that,"

"Fine, suit yourself," MJ moved away and walked ahead again. Clarence ran after him, "Claire," He turned around, Clarence stopped, "Yeah?"
"I'm sorry...for... being a dick... When you came to meet me in my class..."
"Oh, that's fine. I shouldn't have showed up unannounced. It's my bad,"
MJ nodded and looked at the sky, it was full moon, and the trees were left behind. They were in the city now. Clarence looked at MJ's face, "You have really pretty eye-"

"Now I understand, why would you care about Chelsea's party so much," MJ cut him off and looked at him, "In there, you could be around people. That's why it was important to you...I'm so sorry for taking that away from you,"

'I cared about Chelsea's party because you would be there' Claire told himself.

MJ looked down and then looked at Claire, "However, it's not to late. I can still fix it,"
"What do you mean, "fix it?"

He looked at his wig, "You worked so hard on this look just to hide it away in the woods?"
"It's worth it for the fantasy,"
"I'll put the fantasy into the real" MJ took a deep breath and brought his hand forward, "You want to...Go to Chelsea's party with me?"
A bright pink hue covered Clarence's face as if he was stung by a bee. He wrapped his hands behind his back and looked down, noddingly passively. 

MJ looked at his watch, "Great! Let's grab a taxi," 
When they reached Ryan's house, it was lit up with Pumpkins everywhere. People were dressed as cats, dogs, "Fucking furries," MJ walked past them. Clarence walked behind him. Everyone stared at him. He reached out for MJ, his hands were shaking, he was so anxious. Suddenly, someone got in the way, "I love your outfit, where'd you get it from?" It was a girl dressed as Frankenstein. 

"Em... I made it, actually,"
"Really?" She smiled.
"Really," He smiled back at her. 
"How'd you make it?"
"Er... I bought cloth and stitched it,"
"Mhmm," He smiled and someone pushed her, making her spill her fruit punch on his dress, "Oh, I'm so sorry! It was an accident," She took a handkerchief out from her pocket and began wiping his gown.

"Oh no, it's fine," 

MJ looked around and found Ryan. They waved at each other, then Ryan ran towards him, "I hate you for not picking up my calls, you know. I didn't think you'd come,"

"Ryan, why are you dressed as a reindeer?"
"I'm a cannibal, you twatt!"
"You're a bitchless whore,"
"Yeah, I'd eat you,"

"Ryan, you're drunk. Wait, are you even allowed to drink?"
"This? This is soda," He passed the red paper cup to MJ, MJ looked around. Where's Louise? Didn't show up. As expected. Probably hollered up in his room again, eventually he'd have to get him out again. Why was he always pandering to Louise? He did not know. Louise was not his child.

MJ looked around. Some motherfucker was dressed as a toilet paper roll. It was a girl. Oo la la. Now, THAT! That caught MJ's attention. Ryan looked at her, "That's Courtney from 1-B"
"I call dibs!" He fixed his hair and walked towards her. On his way, he saw Jerome. He was dressed as King Henry VIII dancing with some girl from 1-A. Chelsea was dressed as a nun and Malcolm as a priest. Henry danced with his girlfriend. WHAT?! The music seemed to stop. He ran back to Ryan,
"WHY IS HENRY HERE?!" He asked him.
"Well, his girlfriend is Chelsea's buddy," Ryan poured some fruit punch for himself, "And she got her boyfriend. He hasn't bothered Louise though. He's busy with her," Ryan started drinking his punch, "Louise is here?!"

"Em, yeah? Why wouldn't he be?"
"Shit! I don't wanna see him,"
Ryan threw the fruit punch into MJ's eyes, "Ah! What the fuck, Ryan!" He rubbed his eyes.
"Now you won't see him. Is the world pink now?"
"This ain't a cartoon, Ryan," MJ looked at his shirt, it was a white shirt. Oh man...

"I look like I puked on this,"
"Hehehehehe"
"That isn't something good,"
"What's puke?"
"Vomit. That thing that comes of your mouth when you eat a lot of bad stuff...or when you see Henry kiss his girlfriend-WHAT IS HE DOING?!" Henry was licking her face.
"Bitch's a dog!"
"You're just very angry that you do not have someone you can lick,"
"I'm not a dog. I don't lick, I FUCK!" 

"...Courtney?"
"Whose that?"
"The toilet paper roll,"
"Yeah, that one. She's creative, so that'll do"

MJ and Ryan walked towards the backyard, looking for Courtney. Do you want Louise to find you or are you escaping from him? Because everyone was in the backyard, but Louise wasn't there. Clarence had some girls ask him about how he did the blue makeup, it was very different and expressive. He explained it in detail, the pigment he used, the brands he loved. He was using that voice again, sounding like a girl who smoked too much. But MJ was happy at least he wasn't alone. He forgot about him. Even though he was the one who had got him there in the first place. He sat on a table and picked up a strawberry drink. Well, this is peaceful. All the couples were dancing in their costumes. It looked so clumsy and cute.

He looked into his phone, did Louise text him? No, but Zalia had posted. It was Zalia AND Zack. They posted a picture of them at a party with their friends, dressed as Mortica and Gomez. Zack was really handsome. Like model handsome. And he had the guts to tell her that he loved her. And he did love her. They probably kissed. A lot. MJ wished to be him. Why couldn't he just...move on? So frustrating. Why is a grown ass girl giving him zoomies? Maybe because Zalia was "worth the fantasy" MJ spoke under his breath and felt a figure before him. He looked up from his phone, it was Clarence. 

He reached his hand out to MJ, "Aren't you going to ask me to dance with you?"
"Clarence, I only dance with girls," He got up and left the hall, leaving Clarence standing in the dark as the lights worked their way around the yard. 

MJ was going to go home. This party was no fun. Things just hadn't been going right for a while now. He reached the lawn and began typing Wisha's contact. Suddenly, he bumped into someone and dropped his phone. "Sorry,"
"Oh!" It was Henry. Great! Now things were about to get worse. 

-To be continued