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Ｎｉｇｈｔ ｏｆ ｈａｌｌｏｗｅｅｎ
"Are you sure you want to go back to the place you work, on your weekend off?"
"It's okay mom, it'll be fun." I muttered.
Tonight was Halloween. Jimin asked me if I wanted to go to the fair with him, and I stupidly agreed. I didn't know what I was thinking. He's proven himself wrong way too many times.
"Do you need any money?" My dad asked from the couch. Both him and my mom were dressed in their Halloween costumes, to apparently show spirit when the kids come for candy. It's kind of creepy actually.
"I'm good, I have my last paycheck remember?"
"Right, okay be safe." He waved at me while wearing the most ridiculous costume. I couldn't take them seriously.
"Bye." I waved back, before leaving the house. Jimin said he'd pick me up now, but I don't see the problem with me just walking over to his house.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked across the street. Every house in the neighborhood had Halloween decorations up, except his. The porch lights weren't even on. I walked through the groups of kids carrying pillowcases, and walked up Jimin's door step. I knocked on the door, and stepped back.
"If it's kids, tell them we're Christians and don't believe in the devil." I heard Jimin's mother whisper. Too bad the door was cracked open.
Jimin opened the door, and just stood there. I literally mean it when I say he stood there. He didn't invite me in or say a word. Although I did notice he was missing a shirt.
"Are you gonna let me in? It's cold." I pushed past him, and he still looked confused.
"Where's your bowl of candy?" I asked, secretly hungry for something savory.
"I don't have that kind of money." He muttered.
"You don't have a dollar?" I raised my brow.
"Nope, spent my whole paycheck." He smirked.
"Well then what are you gonna tell those kids walking up to your door right now." I grinned, opening the door for them when they knocked.
"Trick or treat!" The kids yelled, some of them walking inside to look for the candy.
"Get the fuck out—
Jimin bit his lip from saying anything else. He sometimes forgets who he can cuss at and who he can't.
"I don't have any candy. Go look for a white van and get the hell out." He warned the kid that was going through his drawers.
"Your girl friend said there was candy." The boy tried to be smart.
