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"Gilbert, there is no way in hell I am wearing that!" A rather annoyed teen stated as he tossed a bundle of red and white at his friend, a little harder then need be.

"Come on, Mattie! It goes great with my costume!" Gilbert whined as he caught the discarded costume and looked at it for a moment, missing the glare Matthew shot at him.

"Listen, I know I have somewhat long hair and I am not the most well defined man about, but I am not dressing up at Little Red Ridding Hood. No way in hell." He deadpanned as turned around to finish the almost forgotten sink of dishes.

Gilbert frowned at the others back as he placed the costume on the table. "Mattie! You have to; as my best friend, you must do this!" He declared, loudly as he walked over to the taller male and threw his arm around his neck. "Remember when you wanted to dress up as Doctor Frankenstein and Frankenstein? Or the mummy and some stuffy, old dude?" Gilbert sighed, "I never said no, I did it, because you're my best friend."

Matthew slammed a plastic cup in the sink, harder then needed as he looked at Gilbert. "No, you only agreed because in both cases I let you be the monster. Which may I remind you didn't require dressing up as a pre-pubescent girl!"

"You said I get to pick the theme this year, this is the theme I picked." Gilbert looked down at his watch and gasped loudly; "Shit! There are still things I have to help Luddy with back at the house to get ready for the party!" Gilbert pulled his arm back and quickly turned heading for the door. "Be there by seven and wear the costume!" He shouted back, the door slamming shut soon followed.

Matthew gritted his teeth, "If you want little red ridding hood - that is just what I'll give you." Matthew said as he pulled the stopper from the sink and turned to head to his room.

Derp derp time skip derp derp

Loud bass filled music pumped through the crisp October night air, screams and laughs could be heard over the bone rattling music. Gilbert glanced to his watch and frowned as it read seven-thirty; he took a sip from the beer bottle and set it on a table. Still no sign of his little red, he frowned as he rubbed his head, careful to know down the hood that held his black wolf ears upward.

"Are you some sort of mutt?" An annoyingly loud voice rang out, and then laughed.

Gilbert turned around to see one of his least favourite people in pretty much the entire world, Alfred. He was Matthew's older, more annoying sibling. He scowled shaking his head. "No you moron, the awesome me is a rather awesome wolf." Gilbert said as he looked over Alfred's costume – it looked as if it had pieces from all of the most popular American horror movie villains, with a laugh and crossed his arms over his chest. "Wow, Alfred! Looks like all of the shittiest horror movies threw up on you!" Gilbert stated loudly and laughed again.

Now it was Alfred's turn to scowl, "Mattie's looking for you, kitchen I think." The American then turned and shouted out to a black cloaked, short person and took off.

Gilbert quickly turned on his heel and headed toward the kitchen, he smiled excited to see Matthew dressed up as Little Red. He glanced around the kitchen, his eyes falling on the red cloaked figure; he grinned a wolfy grin and stalked up to the other. "What do we have here?" Quickly the figure turned around throwing the cloak into the air.

There stood Matthew, wearing a red and black flannel button up shirt, old rugged jeans and a pair of muddy hiking boots and holding a shotgun to Gilbert's face. Gilbert screamed a very loud, girl-like scream. This was not what he was expecting, his heart slammed against his ribcage, a few of the people in the kitchen laughed.

"Surprise" Matthew said as he laughed, tears falling down his cheeks.

"The fuck are you?" Gilbert said regaining himself, "Jean: The crazed Canadian lumberjack?" Gilbert spat out at his friend as he grabbed the airsoft shotgun from him.

Matthew chuckled shaking his head, "Nope, I'm the hunter from Little Red Riding Hood. I stayed within you theme." He stated cockily.

"Way to be a smart ass, Mattie." Gilbert deadpanned as he punched the others arm and walked off to find more beer, Matthew following close behind him, still laughing.

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- Tash