Roxy's Short Stories

I Like Your Costume

A/N: Another short story :P Dedicated to Ornate, because she (and Kat!) are judges for the contest that I wrote this for (: Oh, and I love them <33 (:

•I Like Your Costume•

          "How many kids do you think there'll be tonight?" Gahar asks as he lazily flits through and back through the wall, playing with a green yo-yo as he goes.

          "A lot," I respond hopefully. "I just hope they don't freak out at us like they did last year." 

          Gahar mumbles an agreement and continues with his mindless exercise. "Enjoying yourself?" Boho snorts as Gahar's translucent head appears through the wall again. 

          "Very much, thanks for asking," Gahar shoots back sarcastically, going back through the wall. 

          "Trick or treat!" a young voice suddenly echoes through the house, starting at the front door. 

          "Dude... They actually came here," I breathe in wonder. Then, in increasing wonder, I squeal, "They actually came here, the actually came here!"

          "You done?" Boho asks sarcastically. That boy has too much sarcasm stocked up, I think. If we were able to raise our eyebrows, I think he would. But we don't have eyebrows, so I guess I'll never know. 

          "Trick or treat?" the voice comes through the house again, this time clearly distinguishing itself as male. The questioning tone in his voice suggests that we should hurry up if we want to see the kid that has the guts to the supposedly haunted house. 

          Locking eyes with Gahar, we burst into a sprint, speed-hovering over to the door. I reach it first, panting. "Hello," I greet between pants as I open the door. 

          "You're lighter than me," Gahar grunts huffily, slowly coming to a stop behind me. 

          "I'm just faster than you," I tease and poke out my tongue. He looks at me with a slight glare and we begin to have a staring competition.

          "Um, excuse me?" the kid breaks the silence; that judging by his moving of weight from one foot to the other and fiddling with his fingers, was getting awkward for him. Our heads snap towards him and our bodies quickly follow. "I love your costumes, by the way," he compliments us, a deep blush rising in his cheeks.

          "Oh, these aren't-" I begin to excuse ourselves, but Gahar cuts me off, sending me a look that clearly says 'Don't-Tell-Him'. 

          "I like yours, too," Gahar compliments his pirate costume; complete with an eye patch, a stuffed parrot. The boy looks at me with a puzzled expression probably about the start of my answer, but then smiles tentatively up at Gahar and I receive a view of a mouthpiece of gold, yellow and black teeth. "So, why are you here?" Gahar asks the boy changing the topic from costumes. 

          "I'm trick-or-treating," he tells us, smiling. "Your costumes really are amazing," he repeats again, taking in our lack of feet and being grounded. 

          "They're not-" I try again before getting cut off by Gahar again.

          "I really, really love yours," Gahar compliments the boy again; avoiding lying but not being totally truthful. He looks at the boy expectantly to go on, which he does despite his confused gaze towards Gahar and I. 

          "Well, anyways, I'm here for lollies. So trick or treat," he explains with a tight-lipped smile. 

          "Oh," Gahar says. "I thought you were going to give us some. Because we don't have any. So sorry about that, Jimmy Boy." He begins to close the door, but the boy shoves his foot in the doorway, stopping it from closing. He reluctantly opens it again, and the boy stares at us.

          "I have two questions," he announces. "Firstly, how did you know that my name's Jimmy? And secondly, why are you so dressed up if you don't have any lollies and you aren't going trick or treating?" 

          "First off, I didn't know your name. Jimmy Boy is an expression," he explains, agitated. If we had any hair, I can imagine Gahar raking his hand through it at the moment. "And secondly-"

          "We're not dressed up," I interject my answer, exasperated. "We're ghosts and we're looking for lollies."

          "But-but..." Jimmy trails off and as my words register in his mind, he let's out an ear-piercing scream and drops his pillowcase full of lollies and retreats down the road, running and screaming like no other. 

          "Thanks for the lollies, Jimmy," I call out thanking him, as I swoop down to pick up the pillowcase. 

          "You idiot," Gahar yells at me, slamming the door shut behind him. I reluctantly pass through it, unable to go any other way. "He was going to give his bag, but no, you had to go freak him out and make him leave."

          "Gahar?" I ask, shaking my pillowcase. He continues his rant but I interrupt him again, "Gahar." He continues, so I shout at him, "Dude!" 

          "What?" he asks, folding his arms and spinning around into a stop as we reach the sitting area where we left Boho. 

          "I got the lollies," I smile, shaking the bag in his face.

          "Oh," is the only response I get before Boho jumps out of his chair and speed-glides over to us. 

          "Thanks," he smiles with a sarcastic hint in his tone and opening his mouth, he pours the whole bag full into his mouth, devouring both the sweets and the wrappers. 

          "Boho! Not cool, man. We worked hard for those," Gahar moans at him. I simply stand and stare. "Goba," he whines, turning to me. "Do something."

          "Go, Boho, go!" I cheer him on as he attempts to swallow his mouthful. "Go, go, go!" 

          "Thanks for the sweeties, guys," Boho taunts us, starting to make his way to the stairs.

          "No problem," I respond, smiling. 

          "What the hell was that for?" Gahar asks me angrily.

          I excuse myself with a simple, "You were mean to me," accompanied by a pout and retreat after Boho.

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A/N: Who likes my awesome names? Anyone? :P I didn't want to give them normal names... So Bahar, Boho and Goba, it was! (:

Anyway.

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