BMC: One Shots, Imagines, Short Stories & More

gObLeT oF FiRe

Michael and I briefly tried to discuss the issue with Jeremy, but we stopped due to our disagreements on the matter.

We sat in the silence of my bedroom playing Apocalypse of the Damned competently. Together we've completed the game several times, I'm pretty sure we could do it with our eyes closed.

"Okay. We should stop using this as a distraction Mara." Michael said, putting down the controller after beating level 9.

"Alright." I mumbled.

"Jeremy is living his dream! He's popular, something we've always wanted!"

"Not me, Michael."

"Okay, but it was his dream. Why can't you be happy for him?"

"Because he's achieving these dreams through drugs!"

"It really didn't seem like drugs to me.."

"A weird, grey, oblong pill that he strictly had to swallow with Mountain Dew doesn't sound suspicious to you? How about the fact he had to pay a few hundred for it with this sketchy guy?"

Michael didn't reply.

"It's talking to him.. in his mind!" My hands flew above my head, in desperation for Michael to see how big of an issue this was.

A sigh escaped my lips.

"Please let's not fight. I don't want to lose another best friend. Can we focus on getting Jermey back?" I ask.

"Yeah if course." He said softly, grasping my hand. "There's a Halloween party this weekend. Jeremy asked me for a ride a while ago, and assuming he still needs it, we can go. Try to get him back."

"Alrighty." I smiled.

And with a content sigh, I picked up the controller once more, pressing play on our game.

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I haven't dressed up for Halloween since I was in 6th grade. I also hadn't been to a party since my own birthday party when I was 10.

So, I made a quick companionless trip to target. It was tempting and easier to get a prepackaged, overpriced costume. But because it most likely smelled like plastic, was as thin as paper, and probably as durable too... I decided it wasn't wise to do so.

I went throughout the store and handpicked items that would suit for a simple cat costume. Being generic was the cheapest solution. Plus, this party is one night, I'm never going to dress up again.

I drove straight to Michael's house, planning on getting ready there.

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Makeup was never truly my thing, but feeling it was necessary for the occasion, I slipped off my glasses and carefully did some eyeliner in the mirror of Michael's bathroom.

Having already gotten my slick black costume on, as well as whiskers drawn in and cat ears on my head, that was my last step. Careful not to ruin the wet liner, I slipped my glasses back upon my face.

"Alright Michael! I'm finished getting ready!" I opened the bathroom door with a bit of a struggle and walked to my best friends room.