LIAR | QUEEN AU

Chapter 9 - Intoxicate Your Brain With What I'm Saying

"IT'S HALLOWEEEEEEEEEEEEN!" Julie burst through my door fully dressed in her costume. She went as a mummy this year and was up since 4 a.m. getting ready.

I opened my eyes, looked up to the skies, and glanced at my alarm clock. It was 6 a.m., so I had about an hour to prepare for school.

"John! Get up!" Julie bounced onto my bed. I am convinced she is a 5 year old trapped in a 12 year old's body. I sat up on my bed and scratched my eyes.

"Yep, I'm up."

"Are you excited for trick or treating!"

"Of course!"

"How do you like my costume?" she beamed.

"Lovely, darling."

"Darling? Since when do you say darling?" she cocked an eyebrow. Uh.. sh*t. I knew I was hanging around with Freddie a ton, but now I'm getting his mannerisms!

"Darling, darling, darling - who doesn't say darling?" I bluffed.

She scoffed. "I'm gonna be downstairs. Be quick! I can't wait to see your costume!"

Julie ran out the door and I could feel the thump of her footsteps rushing down. I stretched my arms and sighed. I'd gotten a decent sleep since there hasn't been much activity in Spies of Rhye lately. Miami has hinted on giving us a new mission, which Freddie is scared sh*tless about.

He's just concerned whether he'll get a position or not. But he'll be fine. I'm certain!

I shuffled out of the bed. I showered, combed my hair, brushed my teeth - same old same old. The plastic bag encasing my costume was placed just on the shelf above. I reached over and opened up the bag.

The outfit felt a bit big on me. I twas so vapid and boring, but it was really just a black robe and a hat bought at a small store, so what did I expect? I looked into the mirror and shrugged. I grabbed my bag and tried not to fall over while walking down the stairs as the outfit dragged.

"You're a witch!" Julie gasped as she ran up to me.

Mum smiled at the two of us, "Oh, I remember when the two of you used to match costumes. But come along now! Pictures!"

"Mum! You do this every year," Julie complained.

"Yes I know, dear, but c'mon do it for your mother."

She rolled her eyes and posed next to me. I smiled as I anticipated the blinding flash of the camera. After Mum took her photos, Julie bolted out the door.

"Let's go!" she hollered. The girl was just too excited for Halloween! Well, who isn't? Free candy and getting to look however ridiculous you want? A kid's dream!

We got to school and admired the flurry of costumes in the premise. Some were princesses, others superheroes, and other cool ass sh*t.

I waited for Roger nearby the gate. I cackled so hard when I saw his costume. A NASCAR driver. Of course.

"I don't think you can f*ck cars while you're on the race track, Rog."

"Shut up!" he punched my arm. He crossed his arms and muttered, "I don't f*ck cars..."

"Oh, right. That's because you f*ck Brian."

"Damn, you're such a b*tch!"

"The b*tchiest witch."

"God, when did you become such an asshat? When you dug into Freddie's ass?"

"Roger!" I gasped. I was taken aback by his snarky comment. After learning Freddie had feelings for me, I tried my best to keep things the same way they were. But it doesn't help that Roger's teasing me.