I do not own anything, even the story idea, that's Topaz Skye's.

"Come on Sam."

"No."

"Please!"

"No." Danny and Tucker huffed in irritation.

"Come on Sam, Halloween, creepy owls, dressing up... well for you darker than normal, creatures of the night. This night was built for you Sam, now come on, let's go out and trick or treat." Danny whined.

"Danny, we're almost sixteen and we're going out begging for candy. You don't see any problem with this?" Danny cocked his head.

"Why would I?" Sam sighed.

"What they say about girls maturing faster is now a fact."

"Hey, we can be mature!" Tucker pouted, pushing up his glasses. Sam sighed.

"Yeah right, there's a greater chance of a asteroid hitting the earth, and just to make it even more realistic, one from the ghost zone." Sam chuckled.

"Can we drop this?" Danny asked, growing bored.

"So long as you admit defeat." Sam smiled, brushing lose strands of ebony hair from her face.

"Fine, and we don't have to go trick or treating. We can just dress up and chill at my place, plus they have those scary Halloween movies on HBO we can watch. I know you love those." Sam scratched her c chin, thinking.

"Maybe, but I still need to get my costume." She turned her head to the door. "I'm ordering it from another country."

"I thought that girls were more mature than guys?" Tucker's eyes sparked with amusement.

"Shut up Tucker." Danny's brows furrowed.

"Who are you dressing up as?" He asked.

"You'll find out next week." Sam smiled, seemingly proud of her decision. Tucker groaned.

"Why can't you just tell us?" Danny rolled his eyes at Tucker.

"You know better than to ask, just wait and find out." Tucker's face turned displeased.

"Fine."

*Two days later*

Sam rounded down the spiral staircase as the doorbell rang once more.

"Coming!" She yelled, catching herself before she fell face first down the stairs. After allowing the adrenaline to pass she calmly opened the door, the cool autumn breeze nipping at her exposed feet.

"I have an order for a Miss Samantha Manson?" The postal service guy asked, reading her name from a piece a paper attached to a worn out clipboard.

"That'd be me." She replied. The guy handed her the clipboard, a pen was attached to the clipboard by a faded piece of string.

"Sign here, here, and here." Sam scribbled her name in each of the places he asked. He took it gingerly from her, placing it under his arm as he handed her the package.

"Here you are Miss, have a great evening." Sam smiled.

"You too." She placed the package inside of the house, closing the door with a clack. She smiled deviously at the box, picking it up once more she dragged it into the kitchen. She took the box cutter from one of the drawers, carefully sliding though the taped parts of it. She smiled at the stamp.

"From Tokyo, Nihon to Amity Park, Amerika. Mason Residence." The label read. She immediately dove into the box, searching for her prize. She pulled out a wig, the brunette hair ran to almost her waist. She placed it on top of her head and continued to dig. A few moments later she pulled out a black skirt, and black leggings. The skirt came down to right between her knees and waist, with a white pattern adoring the sides and tracing the hem line. Next came the jacket, similar to the shirt but white was also accented around her shoulders with a bloody red bow that would lay in the middle of her chest. There was also a small bracelet with a silvery moon that reflected any light that shone, she quickly fastened it to her wrist. The last thing was the brown and red contacts, now these she'd have fun with. Her mind fluttered with thoughts, many she'd use to surprise the boys with. She smirked.

"This is gonna be good."

So, who's Sam cosplaying as? I'd love to hear your thoughts. :3

About the maturity thing, I just figured Sam would pull that out, I don't believe it and I'm a girl, Marching Band does that to ya. ;)

This will be updated, eventually...

I hurt, partially dislocating your leg and knee is not fun. Yay for cadences in Marching Band! :D

Review? I realize it's early for a Halloween story but better early than never...?

~ForeverHalfa