The Diary of Ryan Ross

chapter six

October 31, 2004

Happy Halloween.

Apparently, Halloween is a big thing in this town. I like Halloween, I guess. It's not sucky like Thanksgiving or Valentine's Day. I just didn't expect all the seniors at school to like Halloween so much. I mean, it's sort of a kid's holiday, running around in the cold, wearing costumes and collecting candy. But the people here are obsessed with it, even if it is a kid's holiday.

At my old school, the kids went to parties, got themselves "trashed" and ended up getting arrested. I have never been trashed before. Sure I've done dumb things but not that. Also, I don't know why anyone would enjoy spending such a ridiculous holiday in jail? It's stupid.

Spencer told me at lunch why it's such a major thing here.

"Why does everyone love Halloween so much?" I asked had Spencer when he sat down at lunch. He picked through his inedible school meal. I don't know why he doesn't just bring lunch from home like any sensible person. I guess common sense isn't so common here.

"Girls can dress slutty without getting shit for it. Guys can wear absolutely nothing and only get a little shit for it. Also, the Weekes' throw a huge party every year. It's supposedly legendary."

"Are you going to the party?" I asked. Spencer looked like the type to go to parties and do whatever they entail. I've been to parties before, but that's just because my girlfriends would drag me there and then end up getting down with another guy and having me drive them home. Both of them.

I haven't gone to one in a while because I didn't want someone I like to have sex with someone else. I know it's a lame fear but it sucks when it happens to you.

"Probably not. They don't want me there anyways. And why would I want to be there with them if I'm not wanted?" Spencer and I have gotten closer lately. I would consider him my best friend, next to Brendon of course. He probably does not feel the same way.

Sarah sat down next to me. Her tray looked equally disgusting as Spencer's and I wondered why lunch ladies want to poison us with horrendous food. Is that the goal? Kill the kids before they graduate?

"We are going to that party. No arguments." She yelled. Spencer rolled his eyes.

"Hell no. Why would I want to go anyways? It's just a bunch of rich kids wearing almost nothing."

"Exactly. It's our last year. Do you want to say you went to the party or stayed home and handed out candy to a bunch of brats?" He glared at her. If looks could kill, Sarah would probably be dead.

"You just want to go because Breezy will be there."

"True. Come on, Spencer. This is really important to me. And Ryan's going." I hate getting dragged into stuff. I'm always the one people use to get things they want. But I think I'm okay with it this time. Going to a party sure as hell beats watching old school horror movies with Dad.

Spencer ended up agreeing. Brendon told me I needed a costume so people wouldn't know it was me.

We apparently aren't supposed to be going to this party. One, we weren't invited. Understandable. Two, Brendon's parents believe he's watching my dad's old school horror movies at my house. It's half true. He is coming over to my house and we had an old school horror film on in the background. While he did my makeup for the party.

We're big on background noise.

"Brendon this isn't a good id- ow."

"Sorry." He whispered. "And it's not a good idea, it's a great idea. You're gonna look so fucking hot." I beg to differ, honestly. I saw the outfit he brought along with him. It was some weird suit that allegedly used to belong to his grandfather. I mean, that'd explain the vintage looking material but I don't believe that it was his grandfather's. At least it's not as ridiculous as his costume. He rubbed paint over my eyes.