"It wasn't even that scary!"
"Yeah, tell that to your crapped pants."
"I didn't— my pants are perfectly clean!" Nathan attempted to defend himself as the group continued to walk down the road on their way back to Stu's. They'd just left a haunted house that Nathan was less than pleased to have visited.
Nathan Kelly had never been a fan of horror. He was the kid whose stomach churned at the sight of blood and who said a prayer before he got up to use the bathroom during the night. He'd spent his 5th birthday party locked in his room as a result of the clowns who his mother had hired as a surprise.
He wasn't sure if it had been the salt shaker that he'd tipped over that day, but he had been down on his luck when the neighbour girl who had come to comfort him turned out to be Angelica Yvanova, slasher film enthusiast (a fact he hadn't learned until after they had already become best friends.)
His mother could be right, maybe he didn't have that bad of luck, but it sure didn't help to have a friend group filled with horror lovers. They weren't cruel however, they'd never do anything to intentionally make the boy feel bad and he was grateful for that. But tonight was Halloween, and he knew that everyone was entitled to one good scare.
Angelica blew off Nathan's pathetic attempt of prevarication, just like the rest of the group had. There was no use in trying to omit the already known.
"God, these boots are killing me," She grimaced. She could practically feel the material chafing the area where she knew she'd find blisters the next morning, "Just drag my corpse home."
Angelica had dressed up as Sloane Peterson to match Stu's Ferris Bueller and Sidney's Cameron Frye — something Sidney had only agreed to when given the opportunity to evade having Tatum choose an outfit she knew would be way out of her comfort zone.
While Sidney had managed to avoid discomfort in her costume, Angelica hadn't been so lucky. She'd seemed to have overlooked the fact that she'd be walking another 30 minutes back to Stu's house on top of navigating her way through a haunted house in cowboy boots. How Mia Sara managed to survive filming was beyond her.
At the sound of her complaints, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist swiftly, eliciting a squeal from the girl as Stu threw her over his shoulder.
"Hey, I'm not complaining," Angelica let out a small laugh, "Nice view, too." She couldn't see his face, but she knew that Stu was bearing a cheeky grin to match hers.
Billy chuckled under his breath at his friends' antics, twisting to walk backwards as he unfastened Angelica's boots for her.
It wasn't uncommon for the two of them to be seen goofing off together. Stu and Angelica had been best friends for as long as they could remember, Stu had always made certain that his feelings wouldn't ruin the bond they shared. The feeling of warmth and giddiness when they were in each other's presence wasn't something that he was willing to risk losing. It wasn't something Angelica would want to risk either, whether she'd admit it or not.
"You know, I offered to switch shoes with you."
"And I thank you for that Tatum, I really do, but I don't quite see how your high heels would be more comfortable for me to walk in when you can't even walk in them."
Her remark rang true as the others let out small chuckles, yet left a pout on the blonde's face. "Come on, Tates, I mean it's kind of true, you almost knocked out the clown in the haunted house," Randy smiled, amused, a laugh muted to a silent puff of air coming from his nose.
