One Shots ; D.H

This is Halloween

WARNING: little bit of action ;)

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The dark room is humid with soft breezes every so often. Everyone is coming and going, trying to set up all of the gags.

The room itself has a hall intersecting it on either side, the lights are dim but the sun from outside makes it easier for you to see what you're doing.

When your friend Rachel suggested that you join her and some friends on making a haunted maze, you weren't aware that she had also invited your crush.

Dan Howell.

A genius in Economics and practically a philosopher in English.

Not only that, he's also in theater. Lead pianist. Occasionally he shows up to basketball practice as well but only to hang out with the coach and talk to the players.

It's like he's everywhere. Even right beside you, hammering a spider web into the wall.

Neither of you have said a word to each other yet. The head of the group assigned you both to work on this particular section of the maze and then just left.

The dead bodies lying on the floor were less scary to you than knowing that Dan was only couple inches away from touching your forearm with his.

"These bloody bodies are starting to give me the creeps, eh?" He grins down at you to which you turn away to grab some more fake spiders.

"Uh..yeah, totally." You say anxiously.

It's strange because you always catch him glancing your way in the hall or wherever but he's never even said hello to you. Until now.

"Is everything alright?"

As you go back to the wall, you stop because you see him fully looking at you.

Don't be weird don't be weird don't be weird you say to yourself.

"Yeah, I'm..great!" Immediately you want to run away.

He just chuckles and goes to move one of the bodies.

"I'm thinking it'd be pretty hilarious if we put those curtains over on the table up on the wall and have one of these lads," he picks up a body, "tied to a string so that when someone walks by they can trigger the thing to jump out at them. What do you say?"

You look around the room, trying to find words but nothing seems to come out. So instead you just nod your head.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He gives you a genuinely concerned look which send butterflies raging in your stomach.

"Sorry, yeah. I'm just. Tired." That was the most obvious lie you've ever made. A two year old could've called you out.

"I highly doubt that but if you don't want to talk to me, I understand."

Dan pushes his brown fringe out of his face and goes over to fetch the curtains.

"I do want to talk to you. But it's just..that's, uh..kind of the problem." You look down at your feet in embarrassment.

"What do you mean?" His soft voice causes you to look up. He had set the curtains down on the at his feet and shoves his hands into his pockets.

"I just-you are-I can't-this-" You stop yourself and sigh, turning away.

You take a long, deep breath to clear your head.