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Halloween party (Wilbur and David)

Wilbur's POV:

Scott had invited me and a load of other content creators and friends to a Halloween party. And this time, no one was going to post pictures. I liked parties for the most part, I say that because whilst I mostly don't problems with loud sounds or bright lights, sometimes it did all just get too much. Just like how mostly don't have problems socialising but sometimes do.

The Sunday came around and I woke up late. Around 2:00pm, which considering I needed to leave the house at 7:30pm gave me plenty of time. The party was starting at 8:00, but it was going to take us (David and I) 20 minutes to walk there and I agreed with Scott that we were going to be a little early to just find my groundings. Being autistic means that I add extra little steps with everything I do, and that's fine, I've just got to do them. Only problem was it was a Sunday, it was already Halloween and I didn't have a costume.

"Morning Will."

"Hmm." I sat down at our dining table and rested my head in my hands.

"Or should I say afternoon?" David laughed a little as he put the kettle on, probably for me to make myself a tea or coffee.

The water started bubbling and I shoved my fingers in my ears. I got up from the table and starting walking back to my room.

"You alright Will?"

"Too loud."

"Oh okay. You want tea or coffee?"

"Coffee please?"

"I'll bring it through when it's ready, go chill out." He returned to the kitchen as I returned to my room. I lay on top of the covers of my bed that I hadn't yet made. I left my fingers in my ears as I thought about what on earth I was going to do for a costume. It was too late to order some random thing off amazon and cheat it. I would either have to go to a shop -which was a no, automatically- or do something with clothes I already owned.

David came back in, "here you go."

"Thanks." There was a pause as I took a sip of the warm drink. "What you wearing later David? For Scott's?"

"Got an old Frankenstein costume in my wardrobe from a few years ago. Why?"

"Got nothing to wear."

"You reckon you got something to look like a mad scientist?"

"Probably. You thinking I go as Frankenstein and you go as his monster?"

"Easy costume mate, and you wouldn't have to worry about sensory issues. Just mess your hair up and look a bit crazy. Not hard for you."

"Oi! But yes okay, that sounds good. I'll look through my wardrobe after I've had my coffee."

"Okay. And did you want to eat before we go?"

"Yep, I'll do some pasta later, you want some?"

"Yea, go on then."

I scrolled through my phone, as I drank my coffee and then out some music on. On bad days like this one, I wasn't too keen in having music playing through my AirPods, it felt a little too close, so I placed it on my bedside table, turned up the volume a little and went to my wardrobe. In the end I managed to find an old shirt I could mess up, add a few stains, maybe a rip. A long coat to put over the top and then just a pair of smart trousers. Shoes would be a problem, but I'd work it out.

I could wear my glasses, and David had found me some science book that was left somewhere in our house. My costume wouldn't be too obvious unless I stuck around David. But I found a piece of paper, wrote diary of dr Frankenstein on the front and stuck it to the front of the book, that helped my case. Making myself a large portion of the pasta, I still listened to music on the phone's speaker, moving it onto the kitchen work top from my bedroom. Our other housemates were home from doing whatever, but they didn't want any of the pasta. I did a bowl for David and I, put them on the dining table, turned off the music and called for David.

"Thanks Will."

"You're welcome."

"You excited for later?"

"Yea, a bit."

"You nervous too?"

"Just not a great day. Kind of woken up overwhelmed and just generally stressed."

"You want to talk about it?"

"Don't really have the words at the moment."

"That's alright. Let me know when you do, and we'll talk. You can always talk to Niki remember?"

"Yea, maybe I'll do that tomorrow. Bit late to do it before the party now." It was coming up to 5:00 as we sat and talked about meaningless things I didn't have a lot of interest in.

"You want to start getting ready?"

"I might go for a run."

"Ok, and by run, you literally just mean sprinting without a direction in your normal clothes and then taking the scenic route back home?"

"Yea." I looked at the floor.

"Go for it then, just be back around 6:00." I nodded, grabbing my phone.

I debated on putting on a coat but ultimately decided I would get too hot and want to take it off. The door shut behind me and I ran off. Feeling the wind as I ran past people and did my best to dodge them. All the bad feelings fell away from me and I just felt. I didn't feel happy, just at peace. Like nothing could touch me. I made a mental note to do it more often on my bad days. Maybe do it even on good days.

Eventually, I reached the beach. My runs often took me there. I walked along a long stretch of the beach, keeping my shoes on and my phone gripped tight between my fingers. A few people came up to me and I took pictures and talked to them. But the entire time I was on the beach, the nervousness about Scott's party came back. What if twitter tried to cancel us again? I mean them cancelling me isn't what bothers me, it's them making me feel like I've done something really bad. It plays tricks with me, and messes me up. I was messed up enough, stressed about the Lovejoy album and all the other things I had going on, I didn't need that on top.

I walked back to the house, too tired from running and starting to feel a bit sick (probably from being so anxious). Knocking on the door, because I had forgotten to take a key with me, David let me in.

"Your run good?"

"Yea, just not feeling well."

"You anxious?"

I nodded and walked through to my bedroom, getting my stuff for a shower, and looking at the clothes set out on my bed. David followed me in, "it'll be fine mate. And if we have to leave early, we can just walk back. I won't mind." I nodded again, not feeling verbal all of a sudden. "I'll be upstairs, come up when you're done."

Time skip for the awesome readers:

As I walked up the stairs, I was fiddling with my shirt. Trying to make it look as messy as possible. I had already done it with my hair, with surprisingly good results.

"Looks good Will!"

I looked up to see David stood there in his Frankenstein costume, getting one of our housemates to paint his face green with some face paint. "You too."

Scrolling through my phone, I sat in the lounge. Leg jumping up and down with anxiety, and bitting on the one part of my fidget toy to try and comfort myself. David came in signalling he was ready to go, and I picked out a pair of smart shoes as we got ready to leave.

"You gonna wear your beanie?" He asked. And I knew exactly why he asked. My beanie was a sensory thing too. Wearing it was comforting and helped me feel safe, I don't know it was hard to explain. I just had it with some clothes, namely my yellow jumper and my beanie, but others too. It didn't fit with my costume, but the day wasn't going too well, so I decided to shove it into my pocket anyway. David carried someone drinks we were taking with us and I fidgeted with one of the new fidget toys I had got. I was nervous, very nervous.

A/n Hey. Thank you so much for reading. Thank you for 17K reads! Have a great Halloween if you celebrate it, if not have a great day! Not much else to say here, I'll let you go onto the next part. Hope you enjoyed and have a fantastic day.

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