Rachel had always been a Halloween girl. Most people liked Christmas, the cold surrounding ringing bells or the fairy tail of Santa Claus, occasional hot chocolate—etc, but her? No, no. She loved the warmish/chilly weather. She loved carving pumpkins, eating shitty candy. Maybe it was because Christmas had always felt like a chore to her parents. They threw expensive things at her face without having any concern if she would like it or not.

But Halloween — it was her own. Soemthing she could do herself. Growing up, her parents never felt like walking her around, so she always had a driver take her around rich neighborhoods in a tiny cute costume she’d always designed herself despite having the money to buy a super expensive one. The home owners barely ever opened their doors because why would the rich celebrate halloween? She always went home feeling dejected. That was okay for the most part.

She liked creating her own costumes and getting some candy. She felt normal—like the other kids in her school who traded candy and got along.

Sometimes It felt lonely. But now—years later, Halloween at camp changed her. Everyone was together, matching costumes. Going to cabins and throwing different parties with candies and music, innocent parties of course. But it was amazing. So different that what she was used to. No matter how rich or poor, it felt like a community.

She felt even even more butterflies than usual because she was matching hotdog costumes with you. And you wanted to do pumpkins with her, and hang up decorations outside her tiny cave. God… was that romantic or what? She couldn’t tell.

“You look so good,” She said sarcastically, giggling at the way it fit your head. Your eyes crinkled—so did your smile, and god, it was the most adorable thing she had seen yet.