Marcus Rashford

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1. Carving a pumpkin

You were sitting upstairs, reading one of your latest horror novels. It was two days til Halloween, everything was ready. Decorations had gone up and costumes had been sorted out for the both of you. You couldn't wait.

You were completely engrossed in your story when someone covered your eyes.

"Marcus!" You groaned, keeping your finger in between the page.

You knew it was him, as there was no one else in the house.

"Y/N!!!" He groaned back, mimicking your voice.

He lowered his hands so you could see. You marked the page in your book and set it down, then looked up at Marcus.

"Now what's wrong?" You asked him, crossing your arms.

He grinned, "I wanna do something with you and I've got it all set up already."

You smiled as he dragged you down the stairs, excited for what he's done for the both of you. As you approached the table, you saw pumpkins set on the table with carving sets and face ideas.

"OMG MARCUS THIS IS SOOO CUTE!" You squealed, bouncing and hugging him.

"I'm glad you like it," He chuckled, sitting down at his space as you began working on your pumpkins.

After a while, you were nearly done with your pumpkin, just perfecting the edges that went bumpy. You looked over at Marcus, who stuck his tongue out in concentration. Cutie.

You heard a bang as Marcus' knife handle went crashing to the ground, he sat there with his mouth opened, the blade stuck in the mouth.

You giggled as you walked over to his pumpkin, it was really good, he was on the last part of cutting the mouth as well.

You thought for a moment, then made a sound and grabbed some fake blood, a hairdryer and your cutter. Marcus watched you work on his pumpkin, carefully cutting around the blade and makeing the mouth still stand out.

You grabbed the fake blood and poured drips from the blade down the pumpkin, then grabbed the hairdryer and dried it.

"You fixed it!" Marcus exclaimed, hugging you.

"Yes I did," You grinned, happy with your work.

You both then lit candles in the pumpkins and put them on a table in the living room, wrapped in each others arms as you watched the flames dance inside.

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