often times, with past boyfriends, you'd have to try to convince them to even go out on halloween. rarely did you get to dress up with them. however, johnny seemed near the opposite. in fact, he was the one to suggest dressing up. as what? ghostface.

the night of halloween was here. childs scurried alone the streets, attempting to race each other to get to the next lit house first. the moon was full and a nice breezed brushed through the darkened streets everyone once and awhile. your candy bag was half-way full, and your friends — all dressed in their own costumes — chatted loudly about different topics. nothing really mattered, though, because your attention was near solely fixed on the tall ghostface walking beside you. nearly blocking the moon from view.

Johnny was talking to his friends, Tommy and Bobby, about this and that. his arm strung over your shoulder. as though feeling your eyes, his head tilted in your direction, effectively finding your gaze with a knowing smile. "alright, baby? it's gettin' late, how much more candy do'ya want?" he asked, pulling your closer to his side as he peeked down at your halloween bucket.

his thumb soothed circles on your neck as he continued. "heard the house down the street gives out full sized bars. how about we hit that one, yeah?" he asked, glancing down the street at porch-lit house. "then we can split off and hit uptown before these losers do?" he whispered, leaning down to chuckle when Tommy sent a suspicious glare his way.