Fists over Feelings

My lips, your lips, apocalypse

"I wish I could show my mom what I did to those boards, but if she knew where I was right now, she would kill me." Miguel said as he pulled on his socks. Johnny was only half listening as he groaned at the overdue bill clutched in his hand.

"What's wrong with you?" Trixie asked, noticing his aggravated expression.

"Nothing." He replied. "Put your costumes on, I'm driving you both to that dance. We're gonna pick up more students." He instructed.

Miguel pulled his handmade costume out of his bag and started putting it on. He looked like a confused ghost. "What the hell is that?" Johnny asked.

"It's my Halloween costume. My yaya made it. It started off as Deadpool. Then I think it was Spider-Man, and then it just became some generic superhero." Miguel replied, pulling the rest of the costume on.

"Yeah, a poor one at that. You're Poor-Man." Johnny stated, chuckling at his own joke and Trixie stifled a laugh. "We'll I can't let you go out like that. We have a reputation to uphold." Johnny said.

"What do you suggest?" Miguel asked. Johnny thought for a second before a grin spread across his face.

"While you get your costume I'm going to go change." Trixie stated before walking off to the bathroom. While she changed, Johnny ran off to the store to grab some face paint and a skeleton costume.

Trixie changed into a long, layered red gown with a V-neckline. Delicate red mesh covered her shoulders and upper chest, adding a gothic yet elegant touch. She tucked in her silver chain and clasped a red choker around her neck.

 She changed her shoes from sandals to simple black flats. Trixie sighed as she looked in the mirror. Hopefully the sleeves could cover her arms well enough. Hopefully... Trixie tied her two toned hair up, putting it into a messy bun (Look I KNOW WHAT THE HAIRSTYLE MEANS DON'T COME FOR ME) before doing a subtle smokey eye and a bit of eyeliner around her eye.

'Maybe if I didn't dye my hair it'd be more accurate.' She thought before shrugging it off. 'Oh well, it's not like Yasmin or Moon will be wearing anything accurate.' She applied a bit of lip gloss before opening the bathroom door. She smiled as she saw Miguel and waved. "Nice outfit." Trixie smiled and Miguel widened his eyes before clearing his throat.

"You look great! Wait, I... I-I mean, you always look great-" Miguel was interrupted by Trixie's laugh. She covered her mouth with closed eyes as she laughed at his sudden rambling.

"C'mon, we gotta go." She said, taking Miguel's hand into hers.

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Trixie and Miguel walked into the gymnasium, where the dance was being held. The sound of loud music and people chattering met their ears as they searched around, looking for their friends.

 Trixie's eyes landed on a wizard-looking guy and surgeon, causing her to instantly know who they are. She tugged on Miguel, getting his attention, before dragging him over to Eli and Demetri.

"Oh, skeleton. Classic. And... Beetlejuice? Very nice." Demetri complimented.

"Thanks. I like your sorcerer costume." Trixie replied with a smile.

Demetri looked at her like she had an extra head. "Sorcerer? Please. I'm a necromancer." Demetri scoffed. Trixie exchanged a confused look with Miguel.

"What?" Miguel asked, he and Trixie still confused.

"Didn't you see the amulet?" Demetri pointed to the necklace around his neck.

Still confused, Miguel turned to Eli. "So, are you a regular doctor or-"

"Plastic surgeon. I fix lips." Eli answered. Trixie pursed her lips, she knew how Eli felt about his face. She honestly didn't think it was that bad but others... Thought differently.