A little girl by the name of (y/n) stands up for a bullied boy named Michael, only for the two to become inseparable. That is, until the unthinkable happens, and (y/n) is left without her best friend.
(Inspired by Rob Zombie's version of Halloween...
"(Y/N) wake up baby! It's your favorite holiday!" your mother exclaimed as she turned your light on. You stretched with a groan and rose out of bed. "Yesss" you whispered to yourself. It was gonna be a good day. You threw on a black tee with Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon album on it and paired it with some old blue jeans with your usual black chucks. You brushed your teeth and hair, skipped your breakfast, and ran to the door. When you walked out, you were met face-to-face with Michael holding a single tulip in his hand. "Good morning (Y/N)!" he cheerfully said. He handed you the flower and kissed your cheek. You smiled and a shade of pink flushed your face. "Aww thank you Michael!" you said. You rushed back inside to set the tulip on the kitchen table and went back outside to start your walk.
"So Michael, what are you dressing up as?" you asked, walking side to side and hand in hand. "I'm gonna be a clown! My sister Judith is scared of clowns so she'll probably be in her room all night. Her stupid boyfriend is probably gonna be over too. I hate him" he said. You nodded. "What are you gonna be (Y/N)?" You thought for a bit. "Most likely a ghost" you said. You didn't buy a costume, but you had an old white sheet you could cut the eye holes out of. Michael smiled. "I can't wait for all the candy we're gonna get!" you squealed. Michael giggled in agreement. You both stepped into the front door of the school. Classes went by quickly, and a Halloween movie was played during each class. Your backpack was filled with candy, treats, and tiny toys from the party held in art class. There was a Jack-o-Lantern drawn on your hand with permanent marker by Michael. You had fun.
"Wanna come with me to my house so I can get into my costume?" Michael asked on the walk home. You nodded. "Only if we can come to mine after." "Of course!" Michael's smile faded and he hung his head. "I do want to warn you, my step dad is a dick. He's mean and he hits me if he's drunk enough.. which is most of the time." You looked at him in shock. Your father was in prison for hitting you and your mother, along with other things, and you couldn't believe that Michael is going through the same thing that bastard put you through. He didn't deserve it. You stopped in the middle on the sidewalk. Michael looked at you and tilted his head, and was then embraced with a tight hug from you. "Michael.. I know how you feel. I'm here for you always" you said muffled into his shoulder due to the height difference. You squeezed him tight before you let go. He had a tear rolling down his cheek. You wiped it away before beckoning him to come on so you both could get out of there quickly.
Michael walked to the front door of his house, which was locked. Luckily there was a spare key under the rug. After unlocking it, he walked in before you. You were met with the pungent smell of alcohol and piss, and a passed out stepdad on the couch. Michael looked at you and put his finger to his lips, signaling you to be quiet. You nodded and you both tiptoed up the stairs to Michael's room. Michael had various band posters, a lot of them being some of your favorites. One of them matched your shirt. "Pink Floyd! What's your favorite song from Dark Side of the Moon?" you enthusiastically said, but quiet enough that you don't wake up the sleeping alcoholic downstairs. "Definitely Brain Damage" he said as he put on his clown mask. It clashed with the black KISS shirt he was wearing.
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**He threw on a red sweater with a clown on it, grabbed a jack-o-lantern bucket, and was ready to go. Tiptoeing down the stairs and into the living room, Michael gasped quietly because his stepdad was awake and sitting upright. "MICHAEL! What are you doing you little faggot? Who is the bitch with you?" he said slurring his words. "I'm going trick or treating later. This is my friend (Y/N)." You didn't smile or say anything at all. You just stared at him, and if looks could kill he would've dropped dead. "Nice ass. You can't be Michael's age" he said. You were horrified. Your mother has told you stories about these types of people from her workplace, but you never thought they were real. You got angry. Fight or flight kicked in, and your brain chose fight. "Go to hell you piece of shit" you spat. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" he said as he got up from his couch. "I said, go to hell, you piece of shit" you said sarcastically and slowly. He raised his hand to slap you. "NO STOP!!" Michael screamed. Before he could hit you, you ran behind his large form, grabbed Michael, and got the hell out of that house.** You both ran until you finally reached the front door of your own house. "(Y/N).." Michael said out of breath. You shushed him, putting a finger to his lips. "Michael.. *inhales* I've dealt with worse from my own father *inhales* Everything is okay. *inhales* I'm okay." you said breathless, opening the door and completely ignoring the daily note from your mother.
In the closet beside your bedroom door was a small white sheet. You grabbed it and walked into your room with Michael behind you. You stood in front of your mirror and draped the sheet over you. You cut out two eye holes and turned around for Michael to see. "Let's go get some candy!" you said enthusiastically to lighten up the mood. Michael sat on your bed and lightly smiled with sorrow in his eyes. Your heart hurt for him. As soon as you sat down beside him, he fell into your arms and sobbed. You sat there and stroked his long blonde hair until he stopped crying. He looked at you with his big blue eyes red and puffy and snot coming out of his nose. You sighed. "I'm not going anywhere Michael. You're still my best friend, even after all this, and I still love you" you broke the silence. "Forever?" Michael trembled.
