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' Are you stalking me? '

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' Are you stalking me? '

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Eden laid back on Jonathan's bed, music flowing through the boom box. The boy was trying to find something to choose to wear Trick or Treating with Will, throwing on a jacket.

'You don't have to do this,' He stated as he looked at her.

'If you aren't coming to the party with me, and I've got until eight thirty to have some fun, might as well do something,' She droned as she sat up.

He looked over her costume; a pair of black skinny jeans with a black bra, a black see through fish net top over the top, with her every day black biker boots, a choker, fingerless leather gloves and a black bandanna in her teased hair. She was the definition of punk rocker. Eden cocked an eyebrow at him as she stood, rolling her eyes when he didn't say anything before she left the room as Bob, Joyce's boyfriend, called for her best friend.

As Jonathan moved to speak to the man, Eden helped Joyce with getting Will ready. The woman spoke to Will in a hushed tone, making her back off as she smiled toward Jonathan as he walked toward them. He held the large video camera in hand, throwing an arm around her shoulders which she quickly shrugged off with a smirk. They stepped toward Will and Joyce, smiling at them.

'Are you ready, bud?' He asked Will.

'Yeah,' The boy smiled.

They headed out the door, Joyce and Bob stopping in the doorway.

'Be safe,' Joyce called.

'I hope it doesn't suck!' Bob added in a horrible Dracula voice.

The trio piled into the car, Eden clambering over the seats and into the back; letting Will take shot gun. Jonathan pulled out onto the street and away from the house, the music playing softly.

'I just don't get what she sees in him,' He stated after a while.

'What?' Will queried.

'Bob.'

'At least he doesn't treat me different... I mean, I can't even go trick-or-treating by myself. It's lame.'

'What? And we're lame?' Eden smirked as she leant over the seat.

'No, but it's not like Nancy's coming to watch over Mike, you know?'

She shared a look with Jonathan, the boy sighing as he looked over at his brother. As they pulled up out the front of the Wheelers' place, the rest of Will's small group were wandering up the driveway; all of them waving toward the car.

'Hey, listen,' Jonathan stated which stopped Will.

'Yeah?' Will queried.

'If I let you go on your own, you promise to stay in the neighbourhood?'

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