AN: I'm so sorry this has taken so long! Because of how much time DHYB is taking up and the free time I used to have is now gone, this story has kinda slipped my mind. But seen as my outline for DHYB isn't here yet, I have more time to focus on this until I get it sent to me. So I'm gonna start the next one now, any ideas are welcome:-)

Also, this fits into some stuff in the show. I like to think Clay got his Halloween ideas from Sara;)

I know I don't deserve it, but I'd love a review:-)!

Clay laughed at the Happy Halloween! sign on her apartment door as he made his way inside, he saw Amy's boyfriend sat on the couch flicking through the TV channels, dressed in some weird type of armour suit. The golden haired man sat on the recliner couch, not far from the big one.

''Oh, hi,'' Richard (was it? Clay really can't remember) said, nodding to him. He looked startled by the furry outfit that Clay was wearing, with the werewolf headgear in his hands that he wasn't wearing yet. ''Are you...'' He coughed awkwardly. ''Are you a werewolf?''

Clay grinned. ''Yeah, Sara likes those Twilight books.''

''Did she pick it out for you?''

''Nope,'' He shook his head. ''I picked it all out myself. What are you dressed as, anyway?''

''A roman.''

''Cool, is Amy matching you or something?''

The brown haired boy shook his head. ''Nah, she's a policewoman.'' he shrugged. ''Are you going to the party tonight?''

''That was the plan,'' Clay nodded with a smile. ''Is she still getting ready?''

''Yeah, she told me to tell you that you should just wait out here because she and Amy are getting ready in her room.''

There was a knock on the door, an ''I'll get it!'' sounded instantly from Sara's bedroom. A couple of seconds later she came skipping out, dazzling him with how simply flawless she looked. Her hair was curled, as usual. But a small halo was sticking up from her head thanks to the headband. She was also wearing a simple, knee length dress, with matching white flats.

She grabbed the bowl of candy from the little table near the door and swung it open. ''Well, don't you girls look great?'' Sara said to the two little girls who were dressed as little fairies, their proud mother stood behind them. She held out the bowl. ''Here, just take whatever you like.''

The kids eagerly grabbed some candy, putting it into their goody bags and saying thank you before heading to the apartment next door.

Sara shut the door and turned back to Clay and the guy that was dressed as a roman. ''Hi,''

''Hey, baby.'' Clay stood up, walking towards her at the doorway. ''You look amazing.''

''Why thank you,'' she brought her face closer to his, her breath tickling his lips. ''But I'm more of an Edward Cullen fan myself.''

''Noted,'' He pressed his lips to hers, not caring that he had picked the wrong damn character to be, when he probably did look a little like the character that had been described in the book he had stole from her room when he was looking for ideas.

She broke away breathlessly, glancing down at his fluffy suit and matching footwear. ''Aren't you warm?''

''I don't think I've been so warm in my life,'' he breathed. ''But you do like it, right?''

''I do,'' she nodded in confirmation.

''It was really cool the way you let the kids pick what they wanted from the bowl,'' Clay stated approvingly. ''Where I lived when I was a kid, no one did that.''

''I guess I'm pretty cool then,''

Amy walked out of the bedroom, tugging on the black skirt she was wearing with her policewoman's outfit. ''Stupid face,'' she called over to her boyfriend who was sat awkwardly at the couch, not really knowing what to do. ''Come on, let's go.''

Ricky (seriously, what the hell is his name?) headed over to her, kissing her sweetly and grinning when she pulled him out of the apartment, shouting a quick goodbye to the other couple.

''You ready to go?'' Clay asked, taking a hold of her hand.

She nodded.

There was a knock on the door again, and she turned to open it. Her smile fell when she saw who was at the other side of the door. ''Aunt Julie, what are you doing here?''

''I'm so sorry, Sara,'' Julie pushed her seven year old son, who was dressed as the devil, towards her lightly. ''Can you look after him tonight? Take him 'trick or treat'-ing or something. ''I got called into work late and can't take him.''

The little boy pushed his way into the apartment, jumping on the couch and grabbing the remote control.

Sara looked at her aunt wide eyed. ''Can't you have asked someone else?'' she whispered so the boy wouldn't hear. ''Anyone else?''

''You live closest,'' she said sheepishly. ''And I really have to be there. Something went wrong in the office and a bunch of work has gone missing from the files, I need to find them.'' Julie sent her a pleading look. ''Please, Sara, I'll be as quick as I can.''

''Fine,'' she sighed, running her hand across her face. ''I'll take him out.''

''No parties though,''

''Of course.''

Julie quickly hugged her niece. ''Thank you so much,'' she looked over the girl's shoulder to her son. ''Bye sweetie,'' Then she quickly turned around and hurried down the hallway, her heels clicking as she ran.

Sara closed the door, leaning her head against it. A second later, she felt a hand press to her back lightly, rubbing it comfortingly. She looked at her boyfriend, smiling apologetically. ''I'm sorry, Clay. She dumps him on my all the time because I live so close. But you still go to the party.''

''But I don't wanna go without you,''

''Amy and Rob will be there, and I'll stop by later.''

''But I don't wanna go without you,'' he repeated with a typical, heart stopping grin. ''I'll come with you and we can go to the party later,''

''Clay,'' she sighed. She didn't want him missing out on a party for her; she knows how much he's been looking forward to it. And he worked hard on finding the costume to impress her. He was perfect, really. He was always so selfless to the point where it made her doubt why he was even with her, plain old Sara Kay. But he was. And she didn't want to ruin his social life.

''Sara,'' he teased back.

''Stop,''

''What?'' Clay feigned innocence.

''Being so nice,'' she exclaimed, blushing. ''I know you want to go, so go.''

Clay grabbed her hands and pulled her closer to him before wrapping his arms around her waist. ''You know what I want?'' he paused for a split second. ''I wanna spend Halloween with my girlfriend. Whether it's at a party, or at the movies or walking around the streets with a kid. So yes, I want to go, I want to go where you go.''

''You, Clayton Evans, are the cheesiest boyfriend on the planet.''

''Please don't call me Clayton again,'' he begged weakly, shutting up when she pressed her lips onto his, pulling away when a little voice interrupted them.

''Ewww, kissing. Gross.''