.:{Imagines}:. ~ IM5

Dana Imagine for Olivia

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.{A/N}.

Picture above is of Liv {pink sweater} & myself {blue hoodie} before the best football game ever on Friday <3 . I love you sooo much twinny/wifey/bro :; & I'm so glad I'm finally writing this for you!

~ Lana

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You adjust the furry pair of black cat-ears on your head, checking yourself in the mirror for about the thousandth time. Was it too much? You'd spent hours every night hunting every Halloween costume website and countless trips to malls and outlets to find the perfect one, even resorting to a lingerie store at one point. You'd decided on a black, latex bodysuit and a pair of ears; simple, affordable, and still cute enough.

It was just Dana making you nervous.

Everyone else had been in the living room of Cole's house, eating candy meant for the Trick-Or-Treaters and indulging in conversation, while you hung back in the hallway in front of a large, full length mirror, and Dana locked up in the bathroom.

It was unlike him, really. Halloween was like his sport, and normally, he's be the most eager to go. You didn't think it was immature; you thought it was adorable. Ever since you'd met Dana, it was undeniable that there was something about him that made you feel like a middle-schooler with a stupid, undying crush.

"'Liv?" You heard a gentle rapping on the door frame, and you turn around, only to be met by a now blue-tongued Alex in a Catwoman costume. She watched you with dark, eyelash- fringed eyes, expectant and on an obvious sugar-rush. "You comin'?"

You flick a speck of dust off of your costume and smile. "Of course." You weren't really up for Trick-Or-Treating, but it was worth a shot for Dana. You grabbed an empty black pillowcase and started towards the door, but Alex held out a finger, pointing up the stairs.

"Could you go get Dana and tell him that we're leaving?"

Your heart fluttered as you glamced up towards the dark staircase, and, without thinking, you nodded, halfway up the steps in a matter of seconds.

A small amount of light pooled out from underneath the bathroom door, but you didn't hear water running. It was dead silent, with the exception of a chorus of heaving, stifled breathing.

You narrow your eyes, rapping lightly on the door.

"Dana?"

You hear something shuffle as he clears his throat and sniffles, tugging the door open weakly. You can see that his eyes are suken in, and that his face is much paler. Even in the dimly lit hallway, you can tell that his nose is red and irritated. A Bulls snapback is plopped lazily on his mop of curly, brown hair, and his usually animated eyes are dull and uninterested. The most surprising part, to you, was that he put no effort into a costume at all. He wore a gray hoodie almost ten sizes too large and a pair of Nike sweatpants, along with his old pair of Baron 1s. It wasn't like Dana to care so little about his appearance, though you thought he looked cute anyways.

You clear your throat nervously, suddenly shy and embarassed, as if you had already annoyed him.

"Uh... Lex wanted me to, uh... t-tell you... that we were leaving. Like, now."

His face softens, and he nods silently. "A'right." His voice is scratchy and raspy, and before he walks down the stairs towards the door, you think you see him look you up and down...

... or maybe you were just seeing things.

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"Can we leave now?"