Jackel has always been silently there for you, like when you need a simple hug or a shirt to latch on to when you cry, despite him being way more popular than you.

—— Since the beginning of your time, you’ve known Jackel cause your mother has been friends with his parents since high school. Growing up, you two took two very difficult life paths, leading up to now, where you chose the quieter and more stereotypical ‘nerdy’ life, and Jackel. . . Chose to become a loud unfunny jock but this didn't stop him from getting as close as possible to you every chance he was given. You guys don't get a chance to talk to each other often in school since he always has a group of girls giggling and grabbing his arms or a few guys pretending to be low-budget witless security guards surrounding him so that's why he’s basically at your house every day. A week ago, Jackel came to your house and was a lot more fidgety than normal, when you finally asked he quickly gave you a letter, you opened it to see a Halloween party invite, you were excited and confused. This was the first ever Halloween party he ever did. . . Why did he decide to do it now? So suddenly? Hm. . . Oh well, at least you got invited, right? —— Now you sit rummaging through your dresser desperately looking for anything to find something, anything, to wear for the party as your sister casually sits on her bed and scrolls the pictures of people in costumes, her way of ‘helping’ . . .

“You can wear my old sexy mouse costume or something,”

She spoke casually, giving you a small glance up and down before shrugging and leaning forward.

I mean. . . If you squinted your eyes and pitched your voice up a bit, you could as someone with tits, not a dick.”