ALRIGHT! this is an awesome story that I had just thought of out of the blue. I was talking to my best friend ever (yo Aya-chan! WOOT! too much Noah traits! argh!)on the phone. yeah, and uh. I was like...'...omg! GOOD STORY ALERT! ok, i gotta go. cya!' and hung up XD. so, as u see, when i get a story idea, i stop everything and write! i write my ass off ppl! hahaha. so, yeah. im obsessed with halloween, and the story The Nightmare Before Christmas. (haha Noah. yup yup ). SO, yeah. got inspired by our idea of trick or treating with 13 people. YES! THE EVIL, BAD LUCK NUMBER 13 HAHAH! cough read. im bringing in my friends into this story, so guess who they all are in one review and i give u a cookie and a place on my hall of fame.

Tricked into Meeting chapter 1

"Come on! We gotta hurry or we're gonna miss out on all the best trick...giver...people!" yelled out Aya, her brown hair falling down from her ponytail. I poked her in the ribs.

"I know already! I know! Lemme get Noah. NOAAAAH!" I sceeched, and my other best friend hollared down,

"GIMME A FREAKING MINUTE! THIS COSTUME'S HARD TO GET ON!" I laughed at him, and put my black hair under my blonde wig.

"You know, I could of done that." said Aya, mock-pouting. I put on a smug smirk and retorted,

"Then why didn't you do it?" She laughed and flicked my forehead.

"You're getting too much like Itachi every day, you know that?" I said, rubbing my forehead.

"I AM NOT LIKE ITACHI!" she shrieked. I know that she hated that Uchiha, and prefered Sasuke better. I just do it to push her buttons, but she knows I don't mean it.

"NOAH! GET UR LAZY ASS DOWN HERE! I'M GONNA START CALLING YOU SHIKAMARU!" I hollared up the stairs.

I guess I have to explain why I am naming all these characters. Us four, I will introduce you to my other friend later, are Naruto fanatics. We love Naruto and know all the epis. I've been busy with work, so I need to catch up on it, but I can count on them to keep me updated.

"NOT A SHIKA!" he yelled. I burst out laughing, because that sounded so weird coming from him.

"Hurry uup! I don't wanna be here any longer! Hurry up Noah!" said Raven, starting to rub at his face-paint.

"No! Bad Kankurou." I hit him on the head like a puppy.

"Heyyy, don't do that." He pouted. "You aren't my sister, you know."

"Yeah I am!" I planted my hands on my hip and did a you-know-I-am look. Of course I wasn't really, but I was being Temari for Halloween. My black hair kept on whisping out from under the wig, and we had to put on a hell load of hair spray on the wig to keep it sticking up.

"Yeah, well...That doesn't count!" Raven retorted lamely.

Aya was being Sango, from Inuyahsa.

"I feel so left out! People are gonna be like 'Oh look, Naruto, Naruto, Naruto, Inuyahsa.' I stick out like a bore thumb!" Whined Aya.

"I know you mean 'sore thumb'." I corrected. "Plus, not everyone knows what Naruto and Inuyasha in this neighbourhood!" I reassured, putting an arm around her shoulder.

"Ok. And it's not like I can change my costume now!" she laughed.

There was thumping coming from upstairs and I took a glance at the stairs.

Noah, who was supposed to be Gaara, looked quite miserable. His gourd...what gourd? It was two beach balls pasted together and painted the colours, had deflated, he did not have on the eye makeup that would represent insomnia, and did not have the kenji on his forehead of love. His cloth that would wrap around the gourd looked like a diaper on him and he was tangled up in the leather chest strap.

"I feel like an idiot." he said, looking as he said.

"OMG! YOUR RUINING GAARA'S IMAGE, YOU...YOU...BAKA-TEME!" I shouted, rushing to him and dragging him to the kitchen chair.

"It's not my fault! Your stupid kitten decided to play bally with the gourd!" he protested, as I brought out my make up kit.

"Hey! Don't diss the kit! He's a good kitty." I said, flicking his forehead, trying to make him stay still.

"HEY! YOU HYPOCRITE! YOU DID AN ITACHI TOO!" Pointed out Aya, doing a dramatic pose of pointing at me.

"Hey, I only did it for a very good reason." I said, mocking offense.

"Yeah right." Smirked Noah, and I took hold of his chin.

"Don't move. Your gonna make me screw up your eyeliner." I sharpened my black eyeliner pencil and proceeded to draw on the raccoon like eyes. We talked on and on while I would profusely hit him for fidgeting. Yes, I am considered very aggressive.

"There. I'm done the eyes. Here, take a look." I handed him a mirror and Noah examined himself.

"Hm...Very good, young padawong." he said in a deep tone, patting my head.

"Yeah yeah, you don't need to treat me like a kid. I'm older than you, remember?" I said, swatting his hand away from my head.

"Yes, that may be so, by only a few months, but I am..." he sat up from his chair and stood over me. "Taller than you." and he pasted a smug smirk on his face. I pushed him down on the chair.

"No your not. I just don't have on any shoes yet!" I protested, and dipped my paint brush in the red ink.

"Don't move. If I scew this up, it might say 'Kick me' instead of love." I couldn't help but snort at my own little joke. Raven just yawned loudly and I threw my shoe at him.