Ah, the greatest season, and the greatest holiday. Fall, and Halloween. Fall, the season for coffee, movie marathons, less social interactions, and the cozy aesthetic. Halloween, the holiday for fear, horror movies, candy, and costumes.

Most years above the age of seventeen, you dressed minimally- no, you went all out, you just wore minimal clothing. That was one of the many enjoyable parts about the holiday: you could dress like a total slut, and nobody else could say anything about it- the ever iconic words of Cady Heron. The one thing was though, girls did say things. It just didn’t matter because they were also dressed like sluts.

The holiday became more fun when you started dating. Rafe Cameron to be specific. Two years ago was the first year you guys started dating. You guys went as Mr. and Mrs. Incredible on Rafe’s decision. Last year, you guys went as Beastboy and Raven, per your request. This year, you guys were going as Elena Gilbert and Damon Salvatore, another one of your requests. The concept itself was somewhat basic perhaps, but since you two were the most well known Kooks because of your wealth, you guys made it work. Besides, how could they judge you when they just threw on a set of lingerie and cat ears and called it a halloween costume. Put in some effort at least.

The both of you were at Toppers party, several drinks and body shots in, the both of you had done a few bumps, and it was a miracle the two of you were still standing. Well, you guys did trip over each other a few times and stumble occasionally, but it was fine. That was the point in a party. Who leaves a party sober?