candles and cotton | b.h

twenty three.

it was the day before halloween, three days ago joe, ben, caitlin, rosie and i decorated the apartment in black and orange streamers and crepe paper spiders, with huge pumpkins in every corner.

i yawned and continued to dry all the dishes after dinner, it was just joe and i tonight, but the mess was huge.

"hey mozzarella? could you help me?"i called out, i heard a muffled groan and then footsteps.

joe stepped into the kitchen, wearing a dark hoodie and jeans, "what do you need?"

"could you put these away? i washed AND dried them."

he nodded and set to work putting the items away, "are you going anywhere for halloween?"

"no, but me and rosie are getting loads of sweets and we're having a night in."

"oh shit that's cute."

joe gave me a shit-eating grin and i widened my eyes, oh.

"JOSEPH FRANCIS MAZZELLO THE THIRD DON'T TELL ME THESE THINGS!"

he shrugged casually and continued to stack the plates, i rolled my eyes, whistling as i worked.

"anyways, me, caitlin, ben and cheryl are going to david's party together."

the door opened and ben walked inside, as casual as ever, he muttered a small 'hi' and plopped himself to on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

i raised a brow at joe, who snickered before placing a bright spotty mug on a rack, "hi to you too i guess,"

ben let out a hum without looking up, i yawned and then dried my hands once the dishes were finished.

i strolled away and toward ben, who still hadn't looked up from his phone, "dude who are you texting?"

he looked up, "i'm not texting anyone," he showed me his phone, where there was a large picture of mocking spongebob, "i'm looking at memes, love them."

i gave him a fistbump and sat down beside him, "lemme see."

he turned his phone and we scrolled through his instagram, laughing at memes and stupid posts.

but as a post about halloween came up, a sudden thought came to me, "DUDE DO YOU HAVE YOUR COSTUME SORTED FOR TOMORROW?!"

he jumped at my sudden outburst, "i- uh... no.. "

i widened my eyes, shaking his arm, "dude?! come on! we're going to your house! now!"

he widened his eyes as well, "what?! why?!"

"TO GET YOUR OUTFIT IDIOT!"

because of our loud talking, joe walked in, a spatula in his hand, "woah, what's going on?"

i pulled ben up by the hand with much difficulty, "i'm going to ben's, bye!"

ben looked on helplessly as i walked him out the door, then jumped on his back, clutching his neck, "yee haw!"

he squealed as we walked down the stairs.

"come forth, foul beast! to the lair!"

"that doesn't even make sense."

we got to the lobby, it was small, but cosy, with small chairs, and someone was walking through the door.

caitlin.