"No offense, Dallas, but I'm not into moody assholes," I fired at him with a smug smirk.
"Yeah, you're not my type either, Diana," he shot back. "Crazy, uptight chics are kind of a turnoff." I narrowed my eyes at him and growled angrily.
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"Look, I have no problem hangin' out with Pony and Johnny," Dallas stated as we got out of his car, which was parked in front of the Curtis' house. "I just don't want to babysit them."
Dallas reached for the handle on the fence and pushed open the chainlink gate, holding it open for me as I walked through. "We're not 'babysitting' them, Dal," I sighed. "We're just taking them trick-or-treating."
"Which means we're babysitting them," Dallas huffed. We slowly made our way up the path that led to the front door. "Why can't Darry or Soda take them?"
"Because Soda is on a date with Sandy, and Darry is working a late shift tonight," I said. This conversation was beginning to sound more like a lecture. "Hey, if it makes you feel any better, you get to spend Halloween night with your favorite person."
"What? Is Two-Bit comin' too?" Dallas joked.
I elbowed him in the arm and rolled my arms. "As a matter of fact, he actually is, but I was talking about me."
"I know," Dallas chuckled. "But now, we're babysitting three people."
I laughed softly, shaking my at how ridiculous and dramatic he was being. "What do you have against babysitting anyway?" I asked.
Dallas shrugged and stuff his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. "I don't like kids. I just don't like 'em."
I raises my eyebrows in amusement. "Jeez, you're really a piece of work, ya know that Dallas?"
"Guess that's another thing we have in common," Dally retorted. I laughed at that as I pulled the screen door open and walked into the Curtis' house.
The house was filled with Halloween spirit because of all the spooky decorations that were either hung up or placed on tables. The tv was left on the black and white staticky channel — that always creeped me out —as Monster Mash played on a distant radio. I swear I've heard this song about seventeen times today.
"Hello?" I called out, confused as to why the house was so empty. I glanced back at Dallas and he just shrugged, so we decided to venture further into the dining room.
The lights in the small room quickly shut off, causing the whole room to become nearly pitch black. A pair of hands latched onto both of my shoulders, shaking my body violently.
"BOO!"
I didn't flitch, didn't even bat an eye. Dallas was completely unfazed by the lame attempt at a jump scare too.
