Halloween is awesome.

I mean, what other time of year can you justify going to a party every night for a week straight? Everyone tries to outdo each other and the costumes… Oh, they just get better and better as the days go on. Start of tame, end up verging on a legal misdemeanor.

Tonight, though, is the final night. Halloween night. Craziest parties, endless amounts of alcohol, and the skimpiest costumes imaginable. It’s basically just been a free show for me and my friends so far at this party.

We’re sitting back on the couch with our own personal keg sat right in front of us. There’s music playing from somewhere in this house, dancing happening, games and slightly less legal activities happening in other rooms. People are wasted. Completely out of their mind and body. I’m pretty sure I saw the football teams water boy do a pretty successful keg stand earlier.

These kids parents would have a field day if they saw this scene. People making out, some doing more out in the open, drugs and alcohol and so much other shit I can’t even begin to explain.

But, it’s like I said, I’m just sitting back and enjoying the show.

Some girls have stopped by to say hi, but none of them have really caught my attention. Not because they weren’t hot, because on Halloween, just about anyone can be hot. Dressed at playboy bunnies, the classic angels and devils, straight up just wearing lingerie and calling it some niche character no one’s ever heard of—it’s the easiest night to get a rise out of me.

But I have my intentions set on something different tonight. Or someone different.

I wouldn’t say I’m anxiously awaiting your arrival, but my foot hasn’t stopped tapping since I sat down. No matter how many beers I’ve downed, it won’t quit.

You and are…complicated. We don’t know anything about each other but we know everything about each others bodies. It’s a weird sort of relationship, and it all started a few months ago. It was like little coincidences every time. We realized we were always at the same parties and kept running into each other. We exchanged names, but that was about it before we were jumping into bed with one another. And it’s been like that ever since.

We spot each other at a party and—boom—somehow our clothes are gone and you’re beneath me in some random frat house bed.

A new group walks by, another gaggle of girls all in too high heels and far too drunk. They giggle and wave at me and my friends, but all I do is nod. As their little school passes by, there’s a break in the crowd, and my breath catches.

There you are, standing across the room with a solo cup in your hand and your eyes scanning the room. You look…fuck, you look good.

You’re dressed as Lara Croft. All leather straps, short-shorts, and a a top so low cut that your bra is peeking out the top. Don’t even get me started on the bullet belt and leather garter wrapped around you. I mentioned all the illegal things happening in this house, but the way you look is the most punishable offense yet.

Your eyes land on me from across the room, taking in my lazy excuse for a boxer costume. Neither of us move or make an advance to get to each other. It’s a silent conversation. We’ll know when the time is right.

It’s just a matter of who’s willing to break first.