Men's Socks - Luke Hemmings

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Wednesday 31st October (still)

"Do I look 'zombie' enough?" I ask Natasha, to my left, "I don't know if I need to be a bit more green?"

"No, you look dead beautiful." She laughs at her own joke, to which was awful -- in my opinion. Natasha had just finished putting on her veil, and looking stunning; even if she was supposed to be dead. Natasha had blonde hair, which cascaded down to just above her shoulders, whereas I had long-ish dark brown hair which went right down my back.

"Can we go now?" I ask, putting on my Minnie Mouse ears on, and adjusting them so they rested just behind my ears. Natasha just nodded, "yay!" I jumped up, as we made our way downstairs to Natasha's kitchen. We picked up a plastic bag each, and headed out, after promising to her mum that 'yes, we'd definitely be back by eleven' and 'no, we wouldn't talk to strangers'.

"Can we go down there?" She asked, referring to the road with all the 'posh' people. I laughed, we've always wanted to go there, but never had the courage to, all the houses down there are at least three times the size of our houses combined.

"Sure, just don't chicken out this time." I laugh, wrapping my arms around my Minnie Mouse dress: I probably should've brought a jacket with me. We walk further down the road, towards Castle Avenue. Natasha stops at the first house on that road -- a big cream house with electric gates and an expensive looking Range Rover parked in the long gravel driveway.

"Let's go." She grabs my upper left arm and pulls me up to their gates, and pushes the buzzer. The people respond almost immediately, "trick of treat?" Natasha echoes down the line.

"The gates are locked for a reason." They reply harshly.

"Rude." Natasha says as the line goes dead, and we walk on down the road. The next house doesn't have electric gates, so we walk on up and come across a large oak door. She knocks on the door, and we hold in our breath.

"Yes?" A tired looking man, answers the door, and sighs at how we're dressed.

"Trick-or-treat?" Natasha asks, an award winning smile playing on her mouth. The man disappears off into the house, in search of something for us and moments later returns with a handful of mini dairy milk bars. We cheer, thank him and leave that house in search for another house to get candy from.

"How about that one?" A stone bricked house in the middle of the avenue. Natasha shrugs and adds a 'why not' and we walk towards it. The gates are locked, but they're not electric, so we have no problem opening them. We walk up the driveway, which is pretty long, before we reach the house, "you're knocking." I say to my friend.

"I always knock." She whines, but does so. The door opens slowly, before a red face with horns pops out and scares us both, "what the fu-" I clamp my hand over her mouth before she can finish her sentence. I hate cussing.

"Did I scare you?" The deep voiced, satan look-a-like asks, laughing.

"Yes." I say, at the same time as Natasha says 'no'. I roll my eyes, "yes you did. Anyway, trick or treat?"

"Um can I say trick?" He asks, taking off his mask and revealing blinding blue eyes and a flattened quiff.

"No, Luke, you may not." I smile, before quickly adding, "sorry, I meant 'Lucifer'."

"Oh, Gee." He grins, "and Natasha?" He points to her quizzically, and she nods. "Cool, do you guys want to come in? I could ask Mike to put in a scary film instead of playing FIFA, if you wanted?"

"Sure." I smile, and Natasha shrugs, as we follow him through to his living room where a green haired boy sat, shouting cuss words at the tv. I put my hands up to my ears, and Natasha just smiled smugly.

Not going to lie, as bad and as judgemental this sounds, I honestly didn't picture Luke living in a house as nice as this. I mean, he works in a supermarket as a checkout guy; I just thought maybe he'd need to help his family out. Clearly, he didn't. The green haired guy looked up any Natasha and I as we walked in. Was he dressed up as the joker or something? I mean, his hair is green.

Is it even supposed to be that colour?

"Mike, can we watch a scary movie now? This is Gee and her friend Natasha. You know, the one who likes men's socks?" Luke pointed to me. I blushed, I didn't like men's socks, I hope he knows that.

"Oh, her." He replied shortly, turning off FIFA and picking out a DVD. Mike held it up, "would Saw five do?" He asks.

"Yeah." Natasha replied, as she sat down on one of the two leather sofas. I followed her actions, sitting down carefully and trying not to cause any attention to myself, "you guys want any dairy milk bars? We have quite a few."

"Sure." Luke mumbled, taking a seat next to Natasha, "let the scary movie begin." And with that, he pressed 'play' and everything went silent.