Pictures. Pictures that should be of the little girl the room belonged to. But they were of me. Pictures through windows, in the back yard, with Grant, and two years ago…in the cemetery…
The first one is my sixth birthday party, it's through a window. The second is that Christmas, playing in the snow with my three brothers,Grant, our friend Zach, Macey, Liz and Bex.
Another is my sixteenth birthday party, just this year, on January 1st. I'm squealing over my new car- a black flecked Nissan Rogue-with Grant beside me. One of me and Grant at Starbucks. One of us in the woods. One of us in my room making out.
I set them down and pick up the second box, putting it in front of us and staring for a moment before I open it.
It's things. Well, objects, of course but things. My things. My favorite nail polish I lost two months ago-rich royal purple. A picture line of me and Grant in a photo booth I thought I had accidently put in the attic-Me hugging a teddy bear beside him, me in his laps with us laughing, me kissing his cheek, and us kissing in full depth. My royal purple vivitar camera with pictures of my family, Grant and my friends on Christmas Eve at a bonfire last year. My last birthday card from Grant. Even a rose I had pressed from my first date with Grant a year and a half ago. A car keychain.
I sigh shakily and draw closer to Grant, then get the third box. He opens it, not because I can't but because I won't stop long enough from staring at it to do so, my eyes refuse.
It's my journal and notes from the 3 months after the incident on Halloween two years ago and the days that follow.
November 1st
I can't believe it. Who would do something like this? The heart they wouldn't have to commit to something so…cowardice…
The day after. And that's all I wrote. It's all I needed to write to understand what I meant. Even now.
And notes.
So bored in class…starting to think about it again…maybe I should go home? Or to the bathroom…
5th period…ugh…so bored…bored, bored, bored…31st, 31st, 31st. Life sucks.
2nd period. Thinking again. I hate thinking. Worst sport. Go away nightmare. I wish that was a nightmare no matter how awful. Go away, go away, please, God, go away…
I drag the fourth box over.
It has print outs of my texts and over the phone conversations to Grant, Mom, Dad, Zach, Bex, Macey, Liz, Nick, Jonas, my brothers, even the neighbor when I asked about a ball that landed in our pool. Emails, too. Facebook, twitter, instagram updates. Some of them date to just two weeks ago.
The fifth. The final box.
It contains a note. A note addressed to someone. A note addressed to me.
Cameron Ann Morgan,
I knew you would find this at one point. I am glad too. I do not regret my actions. I hope you remember that Halloween night. I hope you remember everything. I knew you've found all the boxes. I know you are probably with that pretty boy boyfriend of yours. I know you are in yours or his room.
Just know, Cameron Morgan, I am always watching. I will always be watching. I will get you Cameron Morgan. And I will save you for last.
I stare at the note for what seems like hours upon hours after I am done reading it. I set it in the box, shut the boxes with their contents inside, and shove them under Grant's bed.
"Cam…" Grant says very carefully, obviously thoughtfully choosing his next words.
"I am not letting this happen again. This happens every year, Grant. Every year, every thirty-first of every month that has one and it's always worse today, and I am not going to let it happen again. I am going to have fun tonight. Because that's what would be wanted," I grab his hand after brushing odd my short red riding hood dress, put my hood over my head, and we go down stairs.
"Ms. McHenry, we decided we would stay for the Halloween ball, Mace, wanna help me get ready?" I say, blinking at them and Grant's father-the senator-waiting for an answer.
"Sure," Macey says.
"Cameron, sweet heart, are you sure about this?" Ms. McHenry says quietly and gently. I know what she means.
No. "Yes."
"Alright, you three have fun, be careful, since it's Halloween…no curfew…you can go out after if you want, or during…but come back any time tonight, don't bother with being careful of making noise, dears," she says. She normally isn't the sensitive, motherly type but as Grant puts it, she pities me. And I hate pity.
I kiss Grant on the cheek and tell him to stay down stairs while Macey and I go upstairs to her room (across from Grant's) and she immediately sits me down in front of the mirror in a salon chair, spins me around so I'm facing opposite and I get tons of 'face the left' 'face the right' 'open' 'close' 'look down' 'make a fish face' so she can finish my make up.
She curled my hair and turned me around. And may I say, I look amazing. Man I love my best girl friend.
"Macey…" I say. My hair is curled in perfect ringlets, going down to my breasts. I had a dark smoky eye, lots of mascara and a bit of eye liner, making my blue eyes pop a lot. I have blood red lip stick on and lip gloss spread from the middle of my lips so it pops more instead of looking flat.
I stand to see how it looks with my out fit. My out fit is as short as Macey's, pretty sexual looking but she was with me when we picked them out. (I'll put up the links at the end of this story so you can see the costumes.)
It is short, the bottom of the dress is frilly and white, the rest of it red checked, it's like a corset, pushing my boobs up to make them look even bigger, and I have thigh-high red panty-hose like socks on and black flats, also a small little basket with my little .
Hers is…well like Cinderella, but way shorter, even shorter than my own.
Liz and Bex come upstairs to get makeup too, dressed up and all. Bex was a Greek Goddess, the costume borrowed from mine last year. She, in my opinion, looks better than me in it. With make up to make her eyes pop and her skin glow more, it is even more amazing.
Liz is in a sleeping beauty costume, the material silky and soft pink. It wasn't what she normally wore, she's extremely shy but as I said, Macey was there to pick the costumes out with us, and she said we had to look sexified. Fun.
We descend down the stairs and everyone's eyes are on us-the princesses and red riding hood. We look down to he guys, waiting for us at the end of the stair well, all dressed as princes and Zach and Bex's boyfriend, Alex, dressed as royal guards. (Bex said and princessXguard romance was totally rebellious and hot, in which Zach's girlfriend Claire agreed.)
Zach and Claire are near the boys, waiting. Claire is dressed as Snow White.
The boys are all smiling, even the ones that are Mr. and Mrs. McHenry's friends sons, but when they see us their eyes bulge. The girls glare in jealousy (except for Claire).
Grant is the first to reach us-me-and he puts out an arm, me hooking my own through it, and he pulls me to the side.
"You look beautiful, baby, extremely…sexy…but are you sure you want to do this?" he asks.
Preston puts an arm out for Macey, same for Alex to Bex, Jonas to Liz and so on. Grant is dressed as Robin Hood to sorta go with my own costume. Jonas is Prince Charming, Preston is the prince in Cinderella and Zach and Alex, as aforementioned, are guards. I must say, all the guy's costumes are nice, very nice, but my guy's costume wins out for me.
"I'm sure. He'd want me to. I know it. He'd want me to have fun. And with you, and our friends, like this, it's the best way to do so," I kiss him and he kisses me back gently, as if being careful.
"Don't do that to much tonight or you'd drive me over the edge, Cameron, and we do not want to make a scene like that, now would we? In front of our parents?"
I grin sneakily. "If you say so," I kiss his cheek.
He chuckles and sighs, watching me as I turn after I say I am going to the kitchen to get margaritas with the girls. Did I mention Grant and Macey's mom allows us (as in just our circle of friends) to drink as long as we don't get too drunk? Awesome, right? Yeah.
I get a lemon-lime margarita and sit on a fancy leather cushioned bar stool, seeing Grant walk in shortly after me and the girls, the guys following. All girls and guys in our circle of friends totally expected. One male uncounted on.
"What are you doing here?" Grant stands in front of me defensively as I sit down my drink.
"My parents were invited and I was told I could tag along. When I heard it was your parents party, I knew your…company…would be accounted for, especially one pretty blond in particular…" he says.
I peek over Grant's shoulder to stare into the cold eyes of…
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW! Just kidding, but you'll have to wait till the next chapter, and sorry but I won't be updating till after Thanksgiving, maybe Saturday, I'm not sure yet. Sorry guys. But I will be writing it, just not uploading, and I have to catch up on my other fan fics so I'll be writing them too.
Thanks for the reviews, favoriting and following of this story, I love you guys so much and I like hearing your opinions on these chapters. I messed up on the 1st chapter with misspellings and corrected them then reuploaded the chapter after adding details to it also and then cut out the end of the second chapter that I hadn't meant to put in it. To those of you who saw the end before a fixed it, it's the beginning of this one so oh well, I meant to leave it on a cliffy.
Anyways, to the point, I have the costume links below, I hope you like them, I love you all, you're all beautiful, stay beautiful, and REVIEEEEEWWWWWW! Tell me if you like the costumes, who's you like and who's you dislike. If you see any misspellings of mine, please review and I'll try to fix them, my dyslexia has been really bad lately so MY EYEBALLS HAVEN'T SPOTTED ALL THE ERRORS but normally I'm a spelling and grammar nazi, correcting my friends all the time.
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