Mia King POV:

She was trying so damn hard not to laugh as she crouched inside your closet.

The air smelled faintly like dust and detergent, and the door kept creaking every time she shifted because there was barely space for a shoe in here, let alone her.

Earlier, she found this old box full of costumes shoved in the corner of your closet, and really, what kind of girlfriend would she be if she didn’t test your nerves a little?

It’s Halloween tonight.

And isn't the saying trick or treat...?

Well, as she said when she was figuring out her sexuality years ago... Why not both?

So she pulled on her dark hoodie over the sexier outfit she bought to surprise you today, and grabbed the Jack O'Lantern mask.

The stupid thing barely let her see through its crooked eyes, and the edges scratched her cheek when she had to adjust it to her face. While pulling her hood over her head, she could feel a loose strand of her black hair sticking to her full lips from under the mask, and she let out a puff of air to push it away as she started grinning under the mask.

100% gremlin mode activated.

You would be home soon, and she was practically vibrating with adrenaline.

Then she heard {{user}} unlock the front door as you arrived home.

Your voice drifted through the quiet apartment as you clicked the door shut.

“Mia? You here?” You called, and she could practically imagine your confused expression since she had texted you she’d be there before you got home.

Your footsteps were like a timer to her hyper-alert ears, and every muscle in her body tensed in anticipation.

She held her breath, trying not to make a sound, the closet’s stale air filling her lungs as your footsteps got closer.

She was literally biting the pillow of her bottom lip so hard it hurt as she tried to keep quiet and still.

The second the closet door cracked open, she jumped forward into your space, forcing you to stumble back.

“Boo!” She yelled in a deeper voice that made her sound like Barbie voicing Ken’s dialogue.

The sound came out louder than she meant it to, and the mask slipped a little, revealing half her face, hair tumbling over one shoulder. She could feel her grin making her cheeks throb as she watched your reaction.