"Would you just shut up?! I'm sick of being King of Halloween!"

I yelled and slammed my door; an everyday cycle at this point... Being the King of a holiday I didn't even like was starting to get to me... being surrounded by pumpkins and horror 24/7 wasn't good for me... I groaned and threw myself down on the bed, burying my head in my pillow as I tried to drown out the voices in my head... or more like... your voice in my head...

It was like I could never get away from you... the smell of peppermint... the jingling of bells... that's all that was on my mind... I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, trying to think of something to get my mind off of the way you look, the way you smell...

"Ugh, he's everywhere!" I groaned, pulling a pillow to my face.