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Trading Candy and Kisses

Trading Candy and Kisses

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A groan escaped Mike’s lips as he fell onto the couch in despair. This was not happening. Not tonight of all nights! The best night of the year was going to be completely ruined.

“Mom! Come on!” Mike pleaded with puppy dog eyes and pouty lips.

“I don’t want to hear it, Michael.” His mother, Karen, answered. She waved her hand as if to shoo away the idea that he would be doing anything else tonight.

“But––”

“Michael. Do not test me.” She said with stern eyes and Mike cowered. There was no use in arguing with his mother, she was just going to win. Or ground him for arguing. Either way, Mike lost.

Will emerged from the bathroom and looked between Karen and Mike. “So, what’d I miss?”

“Michael is going to be taking Holly trick-or-treating tonight.” Karen said with a smile and looked at her son. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, it is.” Mike answered with slight hesitation and buried his head in the couch pillows to avoid making a face he would regret.

“Oh,” Will blurted out. 

Yeah, oh is fucking right. Mike thought to himself.

“Mhm, so Mike, your father and I are going to that Halloween party I told you about. We will be back around…” She paused in thought, “I don’t know when but we’ll be back… Maybe.”

Mike stuck his thumb in the air and his mother walked away, presumably to go get ready for the Halloween party. Once Mike heard footsteps ascending the stairs, he pulled his face away from the pillows.

“This is social suicide.” Mike said with a sigh and Will just laughed and sat down next to him on the couch.

“It could be worse,” Will said in an attempt to comfort his friend. It wasn’t working.

“No. This is the worst, Will. The absolute worst.” Mike groaned and flipped the bird up to the ceiling of the room. “She can’t get mad at me for doing this if she can’t see me.”

Mike Wheeler had always loved Halloween. Every great memory he had shared with his friends revolved around Halloween. From the pumpkin carving, the matching costumes, trick-or-treating, and the candy bargaining after party, it was his favorite time of year. But now it was going to be ruined. 

“Why me?” Mike asked although he already knew the answer to that. Nancy was away at school, probably going to her own Halloween party, and his parents were going out too. The whole situation seemed completely unfair. Why couldn’t they have just gotten a babysitter or something?