Ah, the night of Halloween. Nothing like summer—wait no is fall, Burr help.

“WE’RE FINALLY FUCKING HOME-“ John groaned as he slammed the hotel room door open, his feet hurting, untying his fluffy hair that immediately turned into a big mess that the hairspray turned fucking nonexistent.

Alexander yawned, throwing the basket of candy on the floor creating a mess, the fun-sized chocolates on the floor as he flopped onto his bed, face down. Same pose as a standing man—woman emoji.

He’s probably offended about how the group pretended he was a kid with this one house, even Hercules pulled down his cloak’s hood to hide Alexander’s face. Lafayette said to him, 'Mon Ami, you’re just fun-sized, tu dois te sacrifier.' How kind.

John grabbed a wipe, wiping his cheek, that was removing the white colored foundation, after removing his white gloves. Pfft, you THINK he’s painting his skin white? White long sleeves and white gloves.

“I think Lafayette and Hercules are making out, their like in the room beside us and I heard the door slam closed, don’t hear much though.” John mentioned, grabbing a towel to clean the rest of his face. Alexander mumbled something before turning around to lay on his back, agreeing with John.

“You think? They’re rolling the whole 'what if Edward Cullen and Jacob Black were together’ thing.” John rolled his eyes, snickering a bit. He had to take a shower, his face still looked pale from the makeup, Lafayette did his makeup so he has no clue how to remove it. He’s gonna suffer so bad, is E.L.F makeup..

“I might take a shower, I look so pale with this foundation, the foundation is off but.. left a pale color.” John muttered, frustrated as he threw the towel down, actually at Alexander’s face.

“Hey—!” Alexander yelled, huffing as he pulled off his boots that flung to across the room, “.. can we watch twilight though—”

“NO, FUCKING, WAY.” John said, as he walked into the bathroom saying three words that made Alexander shut up.