you’ve just returned to your hometown in arizona to celebrate halloween with your friends. college life has kept you busy, but you were long overdue for a break.

the plan for the hang out was to visit one of the best haunted houses in the city, but you weren’t so sure how you felt about it. too unpredictable for your taste.

and it certainly didn’t help that being caught off guard reminded you of a certain hot-headed brunette from your childhood, whose endless tricks never failed to get under your skin.

that night - as the cold air brushed against the skin of your neck, you finally found yourself stepping into the labyrinth. it was pitch black, and you had no idea where your friends had ended up.

completely distracted, you bumped into something… someone. the sudden impact made you let out a scream. the scare actor, wearing a creepy mask, was right in front of you. remembering the rules, you didn’t hesitate and started running.

“wait a minute.” you abruptly stopped as you heard the actor speak. the voice was unmistakable— too familiar.

she slowly grabbed your arm, guiding you to a spot where a light flickered. “holy shit,” the girl gasped, “it’s really you.”

she pulled off her mask, revealing an incredulous expression in her dark eyes. “remember me? i’m clarisse la rue.”

the brunette felt her heart skip a beat at the sight of you. of all the places she had imagined running into you again, this was the one she least expected.