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I Don't Do Parties. Never Mind. I Don't Do Halloween.

"No. I don't do costume parties. I'm not a child, Ash!"

"Oh come on Cass! Just one. One, that's all I ask, then you can tell me that you don't do costume parties," he tells me.

"I don't have anything to wear," I bite back.

"We can fix that, come on!" He grabs my hand, and yanks me out of my room.

I snatch my arm away from his grasp.

"I need to get my shoes," I growl at a confused Ash.

After lacing my sneakers, I warily follow Ash through my apartment door and down to the parking lot.

He shoves me into the passenger seat of his car, then gets in himself.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Well, if you're going to this party, you need a costume, and where's a better place than a Party City?"

"That Halloween Store we just passed," I answer harshly. I really didn't want to go to this party. "Who's hosting the party anyways?"

"I shan't tell you," he answers, a smirk playing on his lips.

I shake my head at his word. Shan't. "Is that even a word?"

He shrugs as he pulls the car into a parking spot. Gracefully, I might add.

I slam the door after I get out, knowing that it will tick him off.

"No! Why did you just do that to my baby!?" He shouts, rubbing his hands on the door.

Boys and their cars.

He glares at me as we walk into the store, him excited, me... not so much.

By the time I get to the costume section, I was walking very slowly, he held a bag in his hand, and shoved it in my face. After peeling it from my face, I looked at what it was.

"Hell, no!" I shouted, then threw the bag back at him.

He sighs. "Figures. No sexy cop then."

I roll my eyes at him.

Now, before you get the wrong idea, NO, we're NOT dating, and we're NOT a couple. Just, NO.

I look around at the choices, and glare at the boards. Do women have no dignity? Oh right, they don't. At least, some of them don't anyway.

"I can see that you don't like any of them," he drags out carefully.

"No, I don't. Women these days have absolutely no dignity, and actually pay for this crap. I really don't want to go to this party thing, cuz all I'm gonna end up seeing is a lot of skin."

"Aw, come on. They're not ALL like that."

"Maybe not, but most of them. Like, one out of a hundred aren't."

He sighs, obviously agreeing with me.

"Alright fine. So, maybe I draggedyouhereandknewyouwouldblowupwithsomethingsimilartothat, and kindasortaalreadyboughtsomething, and draggedyououtofthehousesoitcouldbeplanted?"

I turn around, and march to the car. I got "dragged you here", "blow up", "already bought something", and "could be planted" out of that. I slammed the passenger door, knowing he was right behind me and saw it. Good.

"Sorry Cassidy."

"Don't 'sorry Cassidy' me!"

And the car ride was silent after that.