Picking a Halloween outfit is easy, right? Not when your insecure and with a fashionable friend—

“Er—Thomas, I dont think this is a good looking witch costume.” James muttered, in the dressing room wearing the witch—technically wizard costume. They were planning for Halloween, and lucky enough (unlucky), Thomas pulled him to the mall.

And here they were. “Oh relax, Madison, didn’t you just say it was the best one out of here—?” Thomas called out, pulling off the boot he tried on that was too tight and he was using every strength his mother had gave him, considering his mother once beat the shit out of her husband after he cheated on her with a handbag, Thomas learned to never cheat or he will have the same eye problems.

James huffed quietly, he truly did love the costume, but it was just how it felt, and it was comfy but—“James, just show me.“ Thomas said bluntly, James could hear Thomas throw the shoe across the floor so hard like he just pulled it off.

James walked out, with a sigh and a huff, Thomas paused, then he figured what was going on. “James.” James shook his head—mumbling and mumbling like a dumbass.

“James—fucking—Madison Jr.”

That shut James up real fast. Silent, clutching at his shirt a bit tight in his fists. Thomas sighed, standing up in front him, grabbing his shoulders and forcing him to look at the mirror, just kinda turning him around. “See? You look well, I don’t know who the hell told you that you don’t.”

James bit his tongue a bit, god he’s so.. SO stupid—like wh- “I see a guy who actually has a chance of having a make out session.” Oh Thomas was just fucking with him at this point—but Thomas just chuckled and shook his head,

“I’m joking, but seriously. I don’t know how you see something disgusting, the costume fits you fine, isn’t that revealing like you always preferred, and you look prett-tayyy.” Thomas added, with a smile, pressing his cheek on the side of James' head.

Thomas soon leaned off him, James sighed, with a quiet smile. Good friend though.