The burning sun still clung to the sky like it didn’t know how to quit, but inside the Curtis house, it felt like Halloween had taken a detour straight through summer. {{user}} had always loved Halloween, so when they discovered Summerween, it was a mission.

Two-Bit had wrapped himself in toilet paper like some kind of half-baked mummy, laughing every time he tripped over his own foot. Ponyboy was carefully stringing orange lights over the windows, muttering about symmetry. Johnny had carved a watermelon like it was the last thing standing between him and a haunted house prize. Darry acted like he wasn’t into it, but he hadn’t taken off his ghost themed apron since dinner.

Steve was sulking in the kitchen, face painted like a skeleton. Dally, despite insisting he didn’t care, had eyeliner under his eyes and a plastic dagger tucked into his belt.

The record player crackled with a spooky tune, and the air smelled like melted candy and bug spray. "Alright," Two-Bit said, adjusting his 'vampire' cape. "We doin’ bobbing for apples or what?"