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I heard nothing. I opened my right eye just a crack and saw the bundle of leaves suspended in the air. I couldn't believe what was happening. I looked around. The car was still on the street. I made my way over and peered in the passenger window. The woman in the front seat had her mouth open and she was frozen in place. I placed my hand on the window and the car shot forward stopping a foot away from its original point in the road when I snatched my hand away from it.

I was of two minds about this… either this was the coolest thing that had ever happened, or I was stuck in the twilight zone and I'd die…

A sharp pain erupted behind my eye and I doubled over with the wave of pain that crashed over me. The leaves scattered to the ground and the car sped off down the road. I could hear the wind and the skeleton bumping like macabre wind chimes. I could hear the leaves rustle over the grass and the dripping of blood as it hit the pavement.

Back inside the house I sat with my head leaning back against the pillows and stockpile of bloody tissues sitting next to me. The deluge was beginning to lighten up but this was by far the worst nosebleed I had ever gotten. I sat on my bed for a good 20 minutes trying to get it to coagulate and stop bleeding. By the time I was finished I had gone through half a box of tissues and there was a knock at the door. I jumped up, startled and glanced at the clock. It was only 10:45, it wasn't likely that any of my guests would come early.

I scampered down the stairs and opened the door to see a pile of grocery bags with arms wrapped around them. A head popped up from behind them with a slightly unkempt head of hair.

"OH Hi. Lydia told me the party was starting around noon so I figured I'd come over early and help set up." He said. His grin lit up his face and an increasingly large part of my chest every time I saw it.

"Uhm... ok. Sure" I stepped to the side and let him in. I was more than a little confused… I had sent Lydia the time for the party and she said she'd take care of getting everyone there… but stiles was way too early. Had he forgotten what time it was? Or did Lydia tell him the wrong time on purpose? I just sort of blinked awkwardly as he set the groceries down on the island in the kitchen. He wiped his hands on his jeans as he turned to face me.

"So… where do we start?" he shrugged. It was oddly quiet in the house now and an uncomfortable silence had settled between us.

"I guess I could use some help with the walls. Dad usually decorates the high stuff, but he had to work so he hasn't been home much." I smiled, trying to break the tension. We put his groceries in the fridge and moved to the living room.

"Wow… you guys really go all out for the holidays huh?" he said. The living room was decorated with wax skulls and candles. Fake leaves were scattered in bunches with black and orange sparkly tinsel around them and there was a few acorns that my mother had collected lining the base of the candles. There were little tissue ghosts that I had made when I was younger floating around the ceiling attached by fishing wire and a large glass spider sat in a strike pose on the coffee table. I was pleased with the fall décor and the few pieces of Halloween I had incorporated went well. Although, I still questioned the giant black cat cutout hanging in the window.

"We like to get into the holiday spirit around here." I half giggled. "What do you normally do for Halloween?" I asked. I looked up at his face and saw an almost bittersweet smile.

"Before my mom died we'd go trick or treating with Scott and his mom. But then after a while I guess it just wasn't as shiny as it used to be." He said, looking around the room. I couldn't find the words to answer him right away.

"… When did she… When did you lose her?" I asked quietly. He took a breath and looked back at me.

"2004." I could see him mentally give himself a shake. "But that was a while ago so nobody really talks about it."

I knew when to leave well enough alone so I smiled and turned towards the kitchen. "You know you're super early right? Lydia must have given you the wrong time." I picked up a box of hanging decorations and turned back around, bumping into stiles roughly. I hadn't realized he was right behind me.

"Oh… really?" his face got redder. I raised my eyebrow and stepped to the side of him, setting the box down on the coffee table. It was filled with pop up pumpkins, cardboard skulls, and orange and black party streamers. Everything that my dad normally put up.

"Can you string these along the walls?" I asked holding up a lump of tangled skeleton lights.

We spent the next hour or so tidying up and talking about where the decorations should go as we moved a small step ladder around. I went to the kitchen to start putting snacks into bowls and serving up some food. I had just finished tipping a bag of Cheetos into a popcorn bowl when I heard a loud yelp and a clatter.

"You ok?!" I called into the other room. There was a grunt and another grinding metal sound. I peeked around the corner to see Stiles and the ladder both toppled over. He was lying on his back with his arms spread wide and an obscene amount of orange streamers covering his face.

"Stiles?" I asked coming over to where he was sprawled. He put his arm up and gave me a thumbs up before letting it fall back down with a thud. I laughed a little and pulled the streamers away from his face. He had a goofy grin plastered on his face.

"we should probably get you back on your feet." I put my hand out and he grabbed it. I helped haul him to his feet and he stood the ladder back up.

"Another daring day for Stiles Stilinski eh?" I laughed and wandered back to the kitchen.

"What? Are you Canadian now?" he shot back. I chuckled at him and just shook my head.