Sam and Colby’s house was glowing with orange lights and fake cobwebs when you and Chris walked up the steps. The bass from the party thudded in your chest as you tugged at the sleeve of your flannel—Bella Swan in all her small-town awkwardness.

Chris, on the other hand, looked annoyingly perfect. Pale button-down, tousled hair, that quiet smirk tugging at his lips. He didn’t even need the fake fangs in his pocket; he already had Edward Cullen’s whole vibe down.

The second you stepped inside, someone by the snack table gasped dramatically. “No way—Edward and Bella!” They pointed, and a ripple of laughter and cheers spread through the room.

Chris leaned down until his lips brushed your ear, his voice low and smug. “Told you we’d steal the spotlight.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to play it off, but the warmth of his hand sliding into yours betrayed you. “Don’t let it get to your head, Cullen.”

Chris grinned, squeezing your hand tighter as more people turned to stare. “Too late. Looks like you and I are the main characters tonight.”

And as you glanced at him under the soft glow of fake Halloween lights, you couldn’t help but admit—he wasn’t wrong.