𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Twenty Two // Jared － . (Rem;)

Jared's P.O.V (Remade)

I get home, probably more happy than I should be. Because seriously, it's a car drive. Why would I be this ecstatic about it? I've already driven with him, alone, before. And it was to get fucking coffee. 

Plus, I've been dreading this dumb night for a while now. The only two things I'm looking forward to are that, one, Evan probably won't be there. And two, booze will probably/maybe be put in the punch. Which is honestly one of the best ideas Michael's ever had. But then I guess there's also a third good thing. Connor.

I know Rich is gonna hit it off with Jake, that's just facts. He thinks he's not fucking worth that guys time, but their constantly fucking hanging around each other. And if that isn't commitment, then I don't know what is. But, one of the reasons me and Rich became friends was because we're both insecure shits so I can understand why he thinks that.

I thought that around Evan, and now he's all up in my business every goddamn second he gets.

But anyways. I'm trying to decide what to where. Casual, right? I dig through my closet, and pull out some orange flannel I've had for a few months, maybe. I think it was a gift, but I genuinely can't remember. 

Then I just grab some black T-shirt with a decent-looking design on it and jeans and that's about it. My 'costume'. I look around to see if there's anything else I'd want to add. Some black nail polish is sitting on my desk. (Which, no, is not mine. It's Alana's. But she left it here, so for now it is.) 

I guess I could call Lana up and ask her to help me out with this, but I'm at least %98.8 percent sure she's at school helping prepare shit. She's into that kinda thing. Helping out, making speeches.

I'm mostly just the techie. But not really. I'm not an enthusiastic person about it, I just occasionally get the offer with money included, and take it up because what teen wouldn't want cash to make a lightshow. That's easy shit. Which is why nail-painting should be easy too. Right?

So I un-cap the bottle, and start trying to paint my nails, failing miserably most of the time. But, whatever, I can wash it off later. The annoying part is waiting for it to dry. So I very carefully grab my phone and click onto Instagram again. I just decide to shoot a picture of one of my newly-painted hands.

'alana.beck. you left your motherfukin shit at my house so now its mine

thankssss >;)'

~

I sit down on my couch, desperately waiting for the moment I can get this night over with. I can already hear the trick-or-treaters running around outside. (Our neighborhood always started Halloween early, ever since I was like, five years old.)

But I had a plan so I didn't have to greet each and every one of them. I set out a chair from the kitchen, filled a bowl with some random store-bought candy, and wrote down on a piece of paper: "Let's be honest, your going to take more than one either way so just go for it." Then stuck it to the bowl.

I dunno. It'll probably make somebody's day. I look down at my phone, clicking it on for a second. It's 6:50. Michael's probably already there, at the dance. Setting up, or just waiting for the moment he can truly make this a scary fucking night. 

As soon as it hits 7:00, I get up and grab my keys, locking the door before I leave for obvious reasons. I walk past the chair. Handfuls have already been taken out of the bowl. I bought another bag of candy for the actual night this should be happening, so I'm pretty much set for these guys to devour all of this. 

Just as I'm about to get in my car and start heading back to school, some lady taps my shoulder. I turn around, looking down at her. (Ha.) "Thanks for putting out candy, it was really sweet of you." I shrug. "Uhm, thanks for taking time out of your day to tell me that." She smiles, picking up who I assume is her son. "Alright, well, happy almost-Halloween night. Have a good one." I open my door. "Yeah, sure, you too. Don't let him eat too much." 

Fuck. Sometimes you forget how fucking nice it feels to be appreciated once in a while. I check my notifications, seeing as I have another full hour before the dance even starts. 

con responded to your story

con: nice nails!! <3

jk: lol thanks

jk: what my friends leave at my house stays at my house

con: oml wtf kinda rule is that

jk: the rule

jk: of the friend

con: guess im never leaving anything at your house ever

jk: ughh no i want your jacket you should leave it heree

con: im starting to wonder if all the clothes you wear are actually yours or not

jk: mostly

jk: but i stole like 5 of evans shirts so

con: he deserved it

jk: fr fr

jk: comin to pick u up now, that good w/u?

con: yep :)

con: im ready for a terrible night

jk: hah you better be

con: rejects for life

jk: yas

Word Count : 976

Time : 9:44 p.m. im going to bed i am drained and tired and ready to go off on a plot ive had planned for like a month now as soon as i start writing tomorrow

Inspiration : omgomg so its good becz ive been thinking abt whats happening next and i polished it even more and i think?? it might be a masterpiece?????

P.O.V For The Next Chapter : CONNOR<3