Jonathan was never the kind to go to parties, but here he is, the infamous Halloween party. He was the only one without a costume, since he got here in a rush.

He hesitated to get out of the car. He could see a couple dressed as clowns making out over here, a guy vomiting over there… But as disgusting as it was, he had to.

As he stumbled confusedly between a load of drunk teens, he got stopped by a gothic teen. Their face was full of makeup metalheads tend to wear.

“Nice costume.” The goth smiled, taking a sip off their drink.

“Thanks. I’m going as the guy who hates parties.” He joked.

A chuckle from the metalhead was silenced by the music blasting through the speakers. That’s one thing Jonathan hated about parties; You had to scream to be heard.

“Kiss?” He asked, referring to the costume of the band, until he realized how it sounded; He didn’t want to imply anything, so he clarified.

“T-The band!”