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10: Ridiculous

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10: Ridiculous

Emmett and I first went to the concession stand and got some food. It surprisingly wasn't ridiculously nasty, as I was expecting. They had hotdogs, hamburgers, nachos, and a few other things.

I got a hamburger and took the meat off the bun. I hated meat on bread. It was honestly disgusting.

"Why did you get a hamburger if you were just going to get rid of the bread?" Emmett asked in amusement.

"What kind of question was that?" I asked incredulously. "Because I like hamburgers without bread."

He laughed and continued eating his nachos, dipping it in the molten cheese before easily popping the chip in his mouth.

The sun was still working on it's journey west, so we weren't really doing anything. It was around seven. Emmett assured me that it would be dark soon and we could start with our night of horror.

Or, as I like to refer to it, being harassed for fun by total strangers.

But you know, same difference.

Selena had texted me multiple times on how it was going, most likely assuming it was some sort of demented Halloween date. I was trying to ignore her, but the beeps were getting more and more insistent.

"Don't you think it's kind of stupid to have your party on Halloween?" I asked suddenly. He frowned in confusion. "It's on a Tuesday this year."

He frowned. "I hadn't thought of that." After a second of me watching him while he contemplated the party—or his existence, I really didn't know at that point—he decided, "We're seniors. I think people can handle a Tuesday party."

"They're going to be zombies the next morning," I stated.

"They'll survive," he said playfully. I rolled my eyes and finished off the hamburger as he chomped noisily on his nachos. "How is this food so good?"

"Must be the experience," I said. He nodded. "It probably wouldn't be this good if we got to come and eat it all the time."

"Smart," he commented. "That's hot."

Rolling my eyes, I said, "I try." We both laughed briefly before I rose to throw my paper plate away and he followed, throwing the nachos away with a few chips still in there, but absolutely no cheese.

He probably hadn't wanted the chips without cheese.

"Want to go over there to the bonfire?" he asked. I frowned at the creepy clown with a leash attached to a demonic dog/human/demon figure. I couldn't even tell that it was fake aside from the fact that it was for some Halloween stunt.

"I don't know," I said, regarding the characters warily. He laughed and grabbed my hand.

"C'mon. It'll be fine," he assured me. We went over and sat down. There were already a few people there, mostly younger kids who would probably have to leave before nine o'clock. I smirked at Emmett and he had the same expression, probably having the same thoughts.

The people looked a little uneasy at Emmett and my arrival, inching subtly away. My smirk widened. They probably thought we'd be canoodling or something.

The clown came and sat a little too close to me for comfort and I inched away, coincidentally scooting further into Emmett. I glared at both of them.

The clown scooted closer and his dog came and sniffed my hand. "What's his name?" I asked for the clown's amusement.

"It's a her," he stated flatly. "And her name is Jazz."