the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

trick or treat

so since halloween is tomorrow and stuff i figured i should write another one-shot thingy so enjoy or something

((also i dunno how to have improper grammar so these tiny children are like geniuses))

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*1996*

Scott trailed behind the group of his fellow five-year-olds. He had tears in his eyes and his bag was empty, even though he and the other children had already gone to basically all of the houses in their neighborhood. All of the other children were talking and giggling, but no one noticed that Scott wasn't with them. Not that they cared, anyway.

See, Scott was way taller than the other children already, so the people in the houses refused to give him candy. Their reasoning was kind of messed up, but oh well.

Finally, they came to the last house in the neighborhood. Scott didn't even bother going up the stairs to the front porch, plopping down in the grass and putting his face in his hands. He was biting his lip hard, trying his best not to cry.

"Are you okay?" a concerned voice said softly, and a small hand rested on Scott's shoulder. Scott jumped and looked up with shining eyes. The owner of the voice was a small boy, maybe four. He had soft, brown eyes and floppy brown hair. Scott thought he was the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen.

"I'm okay," Scott sniffed, rubbing his eyes. "You can go back to your house. No one cares about me anyway." The boy frowned and tilted his head, plopping down to sit next to him. He smiled slightly and looked at Scott's bag. "How much candy did you get?" he asked, looking up at Scott. That finally caused Scott to snap, and he shook his head as tears started to stream down his cheeks.

The boy frowned. "Aw, don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry..." Scott shook his head again, sniffling quietly and trying to wipe away his tears. The boy bit his lip and reached over to grab Scott's only slightly bigger hand, lacing their fingers together and standing up. "Come on. I have candy for you." Scott sniffled, but stood up and allowed the boy to pull him through the crowd of the other neighborhood kids. They all parted for them like the Red Sea, murmuring quietly to each other.

Soon enough, Scott was at the front of the line. The boy went inside the house and returned with an entire bucket of candy, opening Scott's bag and dumping the entire thing. Scott giggled weakly through his tears and sniffled, looking up at him. "But I didn't say trick or treat." The boy smiled and giggled as well. "That's okay," he said, setting the bucket aside. "I'm sorry," he informed the other kids, "we're all out of candy." They all pouted and started to whine, but the parents quickly ushered them away.

However, Scott didn't have his parents with him. They never cared enough. So, he just smiled shyly at the hoy, looking down. "What's your name?" he asked the ground, too shy to look up. The boy giggled. "I'm Mitch. What's yours?"

"S-Scott..."

Mitch giggled again and laced their fingers together once more. "That's a nice name," he said. Scott giggled quietly, yet weakly, peeking up at him. Mitch smiled and stood on his tiptoes to kiss Scott's cheek. Scott blushed, and the taller boy whispered shyly, "Trick or treat."