What It's Like Being A Sunflower

Chapter 16- That's What She Said

Chapter 16- That's What She Said

I slid downstairs with my Halloween costume on. This year, I was dressed up as Dwight from The Office. I wore a borrowed yellow shirt, purple tie and of course, I wore round glasses with my hair parted down the middle, and pinned to ether side.

Reese skipped to me when I reached the kitchen. My heart melted to find that dad had dressed him up as a Reeses peanut butter cup. He looked adorable in his orange outfit. "Aw look at you," I cooed, scooping him up from the floor.

He started to lick my face with happiness, shifting my glasses to the tip of my nose before I pushed them back up.

"Did dad put you in the same costume yet again?" I asked Reese as I walked further into the kitchen.

"It suits him, and I didn't have the energy to go into Walmart and buy him a new a costume when he looks adorable in that one," Dad said as he peaked up from the newspaper he was reading. I noted that he was dressed in a leather jacket and a red bandana around his neck, with a baseball bat on the table.

"Negan." I laughed. "You're really obsessed with that dude."

I mean he even created his own version of 'Lucille' with a baseball bat without all the barbed wire, he figured it wouldn't be safe for the dog.

"How did you know?" He placed the newspaper down and glanced at my outfit. "Hey, is that my shirt?"

I placed Reese back down on the floor, allowing him to go eat his food from his bowl. I looked down at my shirt and shrugged. "I guess, I didn't have one and I kinda needed to borrow one from your closet. You don't mind do you?"

"No I don't mind, I don't even wear that shirt, but isn't it a bit big for you?" He scratched the back of his head.

"That's what she said," I quickly said, using the famous Michaels Scott line.

"Nice Dwight outfit though," he agreed with me. "Impressive, but I still think you should've dressed up as a Pop-tart to match your name."

I extremely rolled my eyes. "Dad we've already spoken about this. I'm not allowing you to shove me inside a huge blue box like you and Mom did when I was six."

"I thought you liked the costume."

"I was forced to like the costume, I didn't have a choice but to go trick or treating dressed like that." I groaned as he laughed at the embarrassing memory that my parents had tortured me with.

"So is it you're day off?" I asked him, because I was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to go to work looking like that.

"Yup," he answered as he spread peanut butter all over his toast.

I should had warned him that Reese may have contaminated it with his saliva the other day.

Meh, I can't be bothered.

"You mind if I go to the Halloween Party that Vee's throwing at her house?" I asked casually.

Vivian texted me late last night about the party, and I tried to convince her that I didn't want to go, but she was still on her period making her even more stubborn than she was. First time she was throwing a party, so it was kind of a surprise.

"Sure, I don't mind, but since when did Vivian throw parties?" Dad inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"I asked the exact same thing to her last night," I stated, and went ahead to throw the box of strawberry Pop-tarts we bought earlier into my bag, saving them for lunch.