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Halloween and Holding Hands - Romaine

**Copied from my original book. Tremaine goes to a haunt park with his crush. What will they learn about each other? CW: Brief mention of trauma. Not explicit. Enjoy!

What are your favorite Halloween traditions?**

The night had come.

Tremaine was shiv'ring with antici......pation.

     He still hadn't shaken off the shadows from his three-night stint as a haunt actor. As if he wasn't already riddled with enough trauma, he'd willingly waited in the shadows all night to spook the odd passing tractor full of guests, for hours and hours, until it got cold and he got hungry and it felt like he was being swallowed up by his worst nightmares all over again. Tremaine didn't take kindly to being sucked back into the lonely nights he'd spent waiting for his mom to come back home, so he quit the job rather unceremoniously after his second dreaded weekend.

That's when he remembered that one of his friends had gotten tickets for the following weekend, just to go see him. And Tremaine had quit before that weekend could even happen.

And that friend was Roshan Ahmadi. He'd ducked out on Roshan freaking Ahmadi.

And then he'd had to text him about it, which was admittedly even more frightening than whatever awaited him in the shadows of Spooky World.

Their solution was the scariest of them all, however: Tremaine Blackbourne was going to go with Roshan Ahmadi, as a guest, to the haunt park from which he had just quit. With Roshan Ahmadi.

Had he mentioned, yet, that he'd been crushing on this very same Roshan Ahmadi for the past year?

He had fallen so deeply in love with Roshan exactly a year prior, and hadn't resurfaced since. Roshan was aware of this, but things had never been...awkward between them. They had sworn not to make it so. They had continued on as friends, because if Roshan's family knew that their son was going out with...someone of Tremaine's background, they never would've spoken to him again. And Tremaine cared about Roshan too much to let that happen.

So, here he was, in Roshan's car, listening to The Last Five Years, bouncing his knee nervously, watching the way the streetlights reflected off of Roshan's glasses. It was warm inside the car, but they were parked soon enough and so began the trek through the cold October air. That gave Tremaine plenty more time to overthink what could possibly happen, whether Tremaine began to panic while they were going through the attraction where he had worked, or Roshan didn't enjoy it at all and never talked to Tremaine again, or an attraction burst into flames while they were inside it-

"'Maine?"

Tremaine jolted back, the night air stinging his cheeks.

"You coming?"

It was as if the cold had frozen his legs in place. But with a nod of his head, he rubbed his gloved hands together and caught up with him. "Sorry. Lost in my head," he murmured.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Roshan asked, giving Tremaine that look: the one of genuine concern, the one that would make Tremaine's icy heart melt in any other situation.

He nodded. "I'll be fine. I'm with you. You'll keep me safe, right?"

That earned a smile from Roshan. Deep conversation averted. "Of course I will," he said with a mock-heroic grin, nudging Tremaine with his elbow.

First up was the haunt where Tremaine had worked: the hayride.

It was surprisingly fine with Roshan by his side. Tremaine knew every single turn and prop by memory, and he just sat back and watched as Roshan startled and giggled at each scare. Tremaine zoned in on the rumble of the tractor, the hum of which he'd grown accustomed to, as every single cue of the hayride's route passed them by. He began to smile as he watched the way Roshan's eyes were twinkling. This wasn't so bad after all.