•JfGogh one shots•

Happy Halloween

(I used my computer for this so it probably sucks lmao)

•No ones POV•

Van Gogh loved Halloween, well he liked the idea more than the holiday itself, he never knew why, maybe its because all the costumes he had the past Halloweens he got made fun of for, or maybe the fact that the he didn't have much of confidence to go out to party's or trick or treating.

whatever the reason, he was happy enough to just stay home and paint, or better yet try to sleep, but this year was different, yes this year he had someone to spend Halloween with that wasn't his foster mother, JFK himself had invited Van Gogh to a party.

even though the painter boy didn't like party's, he thought he might as well go because of JFK, if it weren't for him after all, Van Gogh would be sitting in his room all alone with only his sadness to keep him company.

•Van Gogh's POV•

what on earth do i wear to a Halloween party? is there going to be people in costumes or just normal clothes???? i really wish JFK said what kind of party this was going to be, I mean a Halloween party i know but i need to know if people are going to be wearing costumes!

I sigh to myself and decided to just put on one of my jean jackets and a pair of jeans with paint on them, maybe i could just say i was going as my clone father, yeah, that could work i guess.

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I was now standing outside JFKS house, it was a big house not even going to lie, the door was wide open letting everyone just walk inside with out any need of permission, that could be dangerous....

but i did what everyone else was doing, and i walked right into his house, as i thought everyone was dressed normally, well except for some but they look to be to drunk to notice if someone was making fun of them.

i guess i wasn't wrong then, now i could say it was the only thing i had washed, i could be made fun of for that but at least i wasn't in a costume.

No one seemed to notice i was there, i was somewhat glad of that because i didn't need or want to talk to anyone, that was until JFK himself had walked over, jamming out to the music with a hue smile on his face.

"Your er uh here!" he said and laughed "Im er glad you made it!" he said and patted my head, i sighed and nodded "me too i guess" i said and grabbed some punch out of the bowl, i smelled it first just to make sure nothing else was in it.

"Don't be uh party pooper, Van" He said and grabbed some punch himself, downing it in one gulp, after watching that i put the punch back in the bowel, "don't just call me Van, it sounds weird" i said and crossed my arms.

JFK laughed and nodded "sure" he said and looked around the room, I looked around as well, nothing really interesting about this party, well its definitely packet but not very exciting.

"This er uh Party's a bust" Jfk said yawning, I shrugged "its okay" i said and he smiled "Glad you er think so" he said and got another cup of punch, we stood there in silence, it was nice, to be at least, when i made small glances at him, he seemed to not be comfortable at all.

"I should go home" i said softly, putting my empty cup down, JFK sighed "i could walk ya?" he said more as a question, i nodded "you can, but you dont have to" i said and started to walk to the front door.

He shook his head "This Party sucks, so ill er take you home" he said giving me a goofy smile, i nodded 'alright then" i said and walked for the door, him following close behind me.
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A/N:
My inspiration for this was a movie scene I saw, Idk what the name was cuz my mom was watching it not me, but it was cute so there.