"So..." Stiles caught the baseball he had tossed up in the air and passed it back and forth between his hands. "What do you wanna do?"
I sighed. "I don't know." We had been stuck in the house for most of the day due to near constant rain storms. I had already finished my homework, checked over it once, and then a second time. Stiles had done his homework as well and texted his friends to see what they were up to. Everyone was busy, though, while my brother and I had nothing to do.
"We could watch Beyond Scared Straight."
"No, we finished that last night."
"Right, right." Stiles resumed tossing the ball in the air.
I slumped further into the couch cushions. "We could play Mario Kart."
Stiles shook his head. "You always win when we play Mario Kart."
A grin stretched my face. "Exactly."
"No, no, no. Just... no." He sat up abruptly and popped his neck. As he did so, he leaned forward and swiped up the newspaper from the coffee table. Dad always reads the paper before going into work. He sits right in the middle of the sofa with a steaming cup of coffee and just reads. I think he likes the peace and quiet.
Stiles flipped the newspaper over. "You know, Halloween is coming up soon."
"And?"
"And..." he held the paper out to me. "We don't have costumes yet. There's a new Spirit Halloween store that opened a few streets over. We should go check it out."
"Are you sure that it's open Stiles?" I asked as we pulled up. "The windows look dark."
"Yes, of course it's open. Can't you see the sign?" He scoffed. "Come on; let's go." He hurried out of the Jeep, and I followed close behind him.
A dance-remix of I Will Survive blasted from the speakers set up inside the display of strobe lights. Skeletons swaddled in cloth hung from the ceiling at different intervals, and scattered on the floor were random bloody body parts.
"Nice." I remarked as I crinkled my nose.
"Alright, looks like your costumes will be over there." Stiles gestured to the tween department.
I huffed and crossed my arms. "Ha-ha, you're so funny. I'm 16, not 6." Stiles just rolled his eyes. I grabbed his arm. "Look, I see some superhero costumes over here. We could match."
"Like a couple costume?"
"...I guess."
"Yeah, okay, here's the problem with that: you're my sister."
"I'm pretty sure Batman and Robin weren't a couple, either." I held out a bag containing a Robin costume. "What do you think?"
Stiles placed one hand on his hip while the other rubbed his mouth. "I think that's a little too sexy for my little sister."
"How? It's just a dress."
"It shows boobs."
"Everything shows boobs because I have boobs!"
"Whatever. Here, try this one..." He held out a bag to me.
Sighing, I turned it around to see the advertising picture. "Stiles... this is a male costume."
He nodded. "Yep. And it will cover all needed areas."
I stared at him for a moment before shoving the bag back into his chest. "You can be Robin if you like this costume so much. I'll be Batman- erm, Batgirl. Hm..." I walked around the display, Stiles protesting all the while. I just ignored him- something I've gotten rather good at over the years. Finally I came across a Batgirl costume.
I showed it to Stiles. "This one's not so bad."
He stared at it for a moment. "I guess not." Then his eyes darted from the bag to my body and back. "Except for the length, the fitting, the material. On second thought, I hate it. Pick something else."
Groaning, I racked the bag and stomped further down the aisle. "Okay. How about Harley Quinn?" I pointed to the form-fitting fake-leather tank and pants. "I could put my hair-"
"You're joking, right?" I looked at him expectantly, waiting for the rest of his rebuff. "This is worse than the Batgirl and the Robin costumes combined. No way."
I crossed my arms. "Stiles, you're not being very fair."
He settled both hands on his hips this time. "Yeah, well, I'm paying for it so I get a say."
As I continued onto the next superhero aisle, I mumbled, "Yeah, but that doesn't mean you get to play dictator."
"What was that?"
I quickly recovered, "I said, 'Look at this Wonder Woman costume.'"
"Y/N I know you are not being serious because that looks like goddamn underwear."
I held my hands up in surrender. "Alright, fine. Chill." I nudged a Black Widow costume. "All necessary areas covered. What do you think?"
"...it's a little tight."
"Stiles."
"Did you guys find everything okay?" The man behind the counter greeted us as we set our costumes on the counter.
"Yes, wonderful, thank you." Stiles smiled and fished his wallet out. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.
"So, let's see here... brother and sister?"
I nodded stiffly.
"That's awfully nice of your older brother to do this."
"So I've been told." I spit through gritted teeth. Stiles beamed.
The man realized that I was not in the mood to chit-chat so he began to scan our bags. "Going as Batman, eh, young man? That one seems to be popular among the kids these days." He flipped over my bag and blinked. "And... a nun?"
"My brother picked it out."
