The Messy Months [EDITING]

October - 1

Before she knew it, two weeks grew into three and three somehow turned into four. By then, Marcy was faced with yet another hard decision.

"Bailey, which should I choose?"

She held a short pirate costume up to her chest. Then she switched it out for a corseted Wonder Woman costume, trying to compare the two. "What do you think? Pirate chick or Wonder Woman?"

Bailey waved her hand, her fingers running across the cheap fabric of a child's princess dress. She pulled the sucker she had between her lips away from her mouth. "Neither. They're both cliche."

Marcy sighed, hanging the costumes back up. "Then what will I wear?"

"Something Marcy-ish."

"But it's a Halloween costume party. I don't want to be Marcy."

Bailey looked her over, digging through the bag of candy in her hands. "You've got a few days to think about it. You'll figure it out."

Marcy nudged her friend, trying to pull the candy from her. "Gosh, some help you are."

"Whoa, whoa! Paws off the sweets!" Bailey ripped the bag away, clinging to it as if there were gold inside, instead of cheap sugar. "Did you want to meet here to get costumes or criticize my eating habits?"

"Well, seeing as how I won't achieve either, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Okay," Bailey popped a new sucker into her mouth, so her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk's. "Shoot."

Marcy closed her mouth, playing with the tag on a costume hanging beside her. It was a Spider Man costume for children. With padded muscles and everything.

"Come on, Marcy. You can tell me," Bailey coaxed, and a small Butterfinger swam into Marcy's view. She grabbed it, keeping her eyes on the packaging as she spoke.

"You remember a few weeks ago?"

"With creepy box man? That few weeks ago?"

"Yeah...that few weeks ago."

Bailey made a weird sucky noise around her lollipops. "What about it?"

"Well, um..."

"Mhm?"

"During that time, Trym told me he liked me."

"Mhm?"

"Then he found out about my dead boyfriend, and we haven't been the same since."

"I see..."

Marcy looked up to see Bailey's tongue attacking her lollies. "Are you going to take this seriously?"

"I am. I'm just waiting for you to say you like him back."

Marcy closed her fingers around the candy bar in her hand so sharply she popped the tiny packaging open. "Like him? I don't..."

Bailey smirked, walking around a stand of clothes. Marcy follow, her fist still clenched as she watched Bailey throw away her suckers. "You don't not like him. That's for sure."

"I didn't say that."

"I know. Because you can't."

"What? Yes I can."

Bailey turned toward her, crossing her arms so her candy was tucked into her armpit. An employee walked by, glancing at the opened bag but not saying anything. He was too busy letting his gaze wander toward Bailey's butt. And though it made Marcy uncomfortable, she did have to admit that her friend had a nice butt.