October 31, 1987.

The flurry of orange, red and yellow leaves crunched underfoot as you trudged down the dark asphalt road, pillow sack clutched in your hands. “We should go to Suade Avenue, the rich people live up there.” Donnie spoke up from beside you. God, this was stupid. Donnie didn’t want to spend his Friday night trick-or-treating. In his opinion the both of you were far too old for it. But you wanted it.

So he did it.

There were upsides he supposed. Free Candy. He was allowed to stay out later than usual. And if he was lucky, he’d be making out with you by the end of the night. Yes, the two of you had been friends for, like, ever… but Donnie had been growing a pretty big crush on you.

The air was static, only a light wind fluttering through it, rustling the fire colored assortment of leaves in every tree. It was just the beginning of the night, only a few pieces of candy dropped in your cloth sack. Kids squealed and ran about, flooding the sidewalks as cheers of “trick or treat!” echoed through the streets.

He at least had to get one good scare out of you tonight if nothing else.