Thanks for all your suggestions for the costumes! Here's the new chapter!! A really LONG chapter.

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Playlist for Chapter--

Commitment-Lucky Boys Confusion

Kidnap The Sandy Claws-Korn/Various Artists

Chapter 11---Giant Chicken Pock

"The trick-or-treaters start at four," I told Paul as I washed the dishes. He was just sitting on the counter, swinging his legs back and forth as he watched me. I rolled my eyes. "Did you hear me?" I asked with a laugh.

"What?" he asked, blinking and slightly shaking his head a little.

I laughed and raised my eyebrows at him. "The trick-or-treaters are starting in about half an hour," I repeated.

"Uh-huh," he nodded.

"Did you get the candy?" I checked.

"Psh. Of course I got the candy," he scoffed, hoping off the counter. He reached into a cabinet and pulled out a bag of candy. And another. And another. And another. "See?" he said, holding them up as proof.

"Why did you get so many?" I asked, amused. It's not like there are that many kids in La Push.

"Because, I hated it when I always got ripped off at houses," he shrugged, putting the bags on the counter. "Plus, I don't want to egged," he added as he pulled out a big green, plastic bowl.

"True. Cause you know I'd make you clean it up," I added as I turned off the faucet.

He stuck his tongue out at me as I dried off my hands. "You know I'd do it if you asked me," he pouted.

"Exactly," I said, kissing his nose. "Want to sit on the porch?" I asked with a smile.

"After you," he said with a sweep of his hand.

I laughed and headed outside, Paul following behind me with the bowl and all the bags. I sat on the swinging bench and Paul collapsed next to me. He set the bowl in my lap and grabbed a bag of candy. I watched as he tugged on the bag, and tugged again. Glaring, he tried to rip it apart again. It didn't work.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow as I started laughing. "Well then Miss Giggles, if you think it's so funny, you give it a shot," he said, holding out the offending bag.

I raised an eyebrow as I took the bag from it. "Miss Giggles?" I asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, well, the name needs work," he said with a wave of his hand.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I gripped the sides and tried to pull it apart that way, like Paul tried. It didn't work. He let out a low chuckle and I glared up at him. Well then. I grinned and put the bag between my teeth and ripped the bag apart. I sat back with a satisfied smirk as I held the bag out to him.

"You cheated," Paul accused, dumping the now open bag in the bowl.

"No I didn't," I scoffed.

"You have sharper teeth then me," he said, baring his own at me for proof.

I flashed my own at him and rolled my eyes. "You're the wolf boy," I pointed out. "Shouldn't your teeth be sharper?"

He mock glared and hugged the candy bowl away from me. "You know, you shouldn't make fun of the man with the candy," he said childishly.

I grinned and scooted a little closer to him, already seeing him softening up. "You wouldn't deprive me of that, now would you?" I asked sweetly, putting a hand on his shoulder and leaning just a little bit closer to him.

He began leaning down, a smile creeping across his face. Then suddenly, he lurched back, leaning farther away from me with a slightly dazed expression. "Ah! You keep cheating!" he exclaimed in bewilderment.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, batting my eyelashes dramatically at him.

"Fine," he huffed. "You win," he said, putting an arm around me and pulling me closer to him. "Only because you cheated…Repeatedly," he said.

"Whatever you say Paul," I smiled.

He put the bowl back in my lap just as two kids came running out of the neighbors house, their Mom running behind them with coats. "It's cold out!" she yelled at them as they ran down the sidewalk towards our house.

They jogged up out driveway and leapt onto the porch. "Trick-or-treat!" they both said, wide smiles covering their painted faces.

"Let's see," I said, reaching into the bowl and pulling out several pieces of candy. "Three for the little princess and three for the doctor," I said, dropping the candy in each of their bags.

"Thank you!" they both shouted before hopping off the porch and running towards our neighbor's house-but not before their Mom managed to coax them into wearing their coats.

"Aw, look at how cute they are," I said, poking Paul's stomach. He chuckled and laced his fingers through mine, resting them on his bare stomach. "You know, we'll have to change into our costumes before everyone gets here," I reminded Paul significantly.

"Oh yeah. What are we?" he asked curiously.

"It's a surprise," I said with a smile. Duh.

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"You know…I think I like these costumes," Paul said as we both stood in our bedroom, looking at each other. Psh. I couldn't help it-Paul looked hot!

"I definitely agree," I said with a smile. "Here, come here," I said, taking the tube out of my pocket and gesturing him forward.

"What's that for?" he asked me, glaring at the object in my hand.

"Just come here," I said, taking a step toward him.

"Nu-uh," he said, backing away and shaking his head.

"Come on, you need it," I coaxed, taking another step.

"No I don't," he countered.

"Yeah. You do. It completes the costume," I told him.

"It's lipstick!" he exclaimed.

I sighed impatiently. "It's war paint-not lipstick. I bought it in the Halloween section at the store. It just comes in a lipstick tube and you can smear it around however you want," I assured him. "It's not lipstick."

"Are you sure?" he asked cautiously, eyeing it as he stepped forward.

"I'm positive," I said as I put it on him. When I was done smearing it on him I turned to the mirror and put it on myself, then stood back and assessed my work. Paul was wearing baggy camouflage pants that I didn't even know he had until today, one of those white undershirt tank top things guys wear, and some dog tags I picked up in the Halloween section. I was pretty much wearing the exact same thing plus a cool looking camo hat-I also put my hair in braided pig tails.

"You know, you should wear this more often," Paul said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer.

"Because that wouldn't look weird at all," I said sarcastically.

"Not to me," he said with a shrug.

"Alex!" I heard as the front door suddenly burst open. "Alex, I need your help!" Leah yelled as I heard the door close. "Where the heck are you guys?" she asked sounding completely confused.

I groaned and pulled Paul out of our bedroom and into the living room where Leah was standing. "Nice costume," Paul smirked.

She just glared and straightened the devil horns on her head. She was wearing regular jeans, a red t-shirt with the words 'Your Worst Enemy' on it, and red devil horns. "Ditto," she said, looking between the two of us.

"What do you need help with Leah?" I asked, sitting down on the couch. "I thought no one was showing for fifteen more minutes."

"Yeah, well, Phase Two isn't working out as well as I thought," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "It's working perfectly!" I exclaimed. You can see it on his face when she ignores him! It's killing him!

"But he hasn't said anything! He hasn't shown any signs of it working at all," she said.

"That's because he waits until you're not paying attention. He doesn't want you to know you effect him," Paul rolled his eyes.

"And how would you know this?" she asked with a glare.

"Because when it's just me and him on patrol, he'll think about it a little. He knows I know so he doesn't try as hard to hide it. Things slip," Paul said with a shrug.

"Like what?" Leah asked, her eyes a little brighter.

"I don't know. I don't want to describe it," he shuddered as I snorted.

"Maybe you'll find out tonight-I mean, he is coming after all," I said with a satisfied smile.

"He is?" she asked with wide eyes. "How? I thought he hated us. Wait. You called him?" she asked, knowing my distaste for Tony.

"I had Sam call him," I told her. "I just said that he's a pack member no matter how much he doesn't want to be and he's going to have to learn to live with us anyway. I mean, he might as well-"

'It's peanut butter jelly time! Peanut butter jelly time! Peanut butter-'

"Hello?" I said, flipping open my phone.

"Hey Alex, how would you feel about a sleepover?" Les asked instantly.

"I'd say you're too old and seriously need to get a life," I answered as Paul and Leah laughed.

She sighed loudly into the phone. "Am I on speaker phone or something? Ugh. Never mind. I don't mean me, oh smart one. I meant Cassie. We don't have a baby sitter and it'll be really late when we leave tonight," she said.

I glanced at Paul to see him already smiling. "Sure Les, you know you can bring Cassie over anytime," I reminded her.

"I know, but Dane made me call," she grumbled.

I laughed. "Alright, I'll see you in a little bit then," I said.

"Yep. And our costumes are so going to make yours look like crap," she added.

"I doubt that," I laughed before hanging up.

"Cassie's sleeping over?" Leah asked curiously.

"I guess so," I shrugged happily.

"Hey guys!" Jared's voice boomed as the front door opened.

I looked up and burst out laughing. Wow. There was no mistaking who Jared and Kim were posing as. Harry Potter and Herminie. They both had the vests, ties, and wands. Jared even had the glasses and a lightening bolt scar drawn on his forehead. Oh wow.

"It wasn't my idea, that's all I'm going to say," Kim muttered as they sat down on the other couch.

"I'll take your word for it," Leah laughed.

"I like your costumes though," Kim said, looking at Paul and I.

"Thank you," I smiled.

"You're Harry Potter?" Seth laughed as he walked in.

"And you're…what? A giant chicken pock?" Jared countered as Seth walked in, wearing red. Red sweatpants, red shirt, and a red bandana on his head.

"I'm a Power Ranger," he huffed as he sat down next to Leah.

"You don't look like a Power Ranger," Brady scoffed as he walked in, wearing a red strip of cloth with eye holes cut out of it on his head, and a green shirt.

"And what are you supposed to be?" Seth asked dubiously.

"I'm a Ninja Turtle, duh," he said, sitting down on the floor. "Do you have eyes?" he asked.

"That's just pathetic Brady," Paul said, shaking his head.

"Oh. My. God," Leah said, looking towards the door with wide eyes.

I looked up and nearly fell to the floor with laughter. "It's not my fault!" Quil exclaimed as he walked in, followed closely by Claire who was smiling smugly to herself. She was wearing a knee-length, light blue dress, with a pink bow on it. She was carrying a tall white cane that went about to her head that also had a bow on it and had a bonnet in the other hand. Quil was wearing white sweatpants, an extremely fluffy white sweatshirt that he got who-knows-where, and sheep ears.

"Can I please take the sweatshirt off," he begged Claire.

"Yeah, I just wanted to make sure someone saw it before you took it off," she said slyly as he mock-glared at her.

"So you're Lil' Bo Peep, right?" I checked with a laugh.

"Exactly!" she said happily.

"And Quil's your sheep?" Seth guessed with a laugh while Claire nodded and Quil tried to rip the sweatshirt off his head.

"Yep," she said, grinning at him cheekily.

"Hey guys," Collin said as he and Embry walked in.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "What are you supposed to be?" I asked.

"Oh, hold on. Let me get into character," he said. He took in a dramatic breath and made a swept his hands in front of his face before twisting his expression into a scowl.

"Tony!" Paul exclaimed suddenly.

I smacked him on the arm as everyone started laughing. "How'd you know?" Collin asked.

I slapped my forehead with my palm. "Seriously?" I asked.

"Yep," he said. What a smart ass.

"Wait. Wasn't Embry behind you a second ago?" Leah asked. Yeah, I thought I saw him standing behind Collin.

"He wants to make an entrance," Collin rolled his eyes.

I looked over at the doorway just as a black blur jumped into it. "I 'vant to suck your blood," Embry said as he held a cape over his mouth and wiggled his eyebrows up and down. We all burst out laughing as Embry waltzed in with a swish of his long black cape, hissing at us with his plastic fangs.

"The Cullens would kill you if they saw that," Seth said through his laughter.

"Nah, I'm one of them," he said with a wave of his hand. I snorted. Yep, that's totally believable.

"Hey Brady, did you tell them?" Collin asked suddenly.

"Tell us what?" Sam asked as he walked in.

"You could have been a little more creative ya know," I scoffed when I saw their costumes.

"It was short notice," he said with a mock glare. He was wearing jeans and a black cowboy hat as was Emily. Carter was wearing a little hat, was carrying a plastic gun in a holster, and had a red bandana tied around his neck.

"Hi!" Carter said, waving his hand at all of us as we chuckled at his cuteness. "Aunt Weah!" he yelped when he caught sight of her.

"Hey Carter," she cooed as he hopped into her lap.

"Hey Tony," Emily said as Tony walked in, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt with 'FBI' on the front.

"What? No sunglasses?" Quil asked in mock disappointment.

Tony reached in his pocket and pulled out sunglasses, making everyone laugh. I looked at Leah out of the corner of my eye who was trying to fight a smile. It wasn't working too well.

"We're here!" Les said as she walked in, followed by Dane and Cassie. Les was wearing a long red cloak and carrying a picnic basket. Dane…well he was dressed how he normally would but he was a carrying a mask…A werewolf mask. And Cassie had on the cutest little lamb outfit I had ever seen.

"Nice mask," Paul said, pursing his lips while everyone's faces turned red as they tried not to laugh.

"Thanks. Les didn't think it was scary enough to be a wolf," he said, holding it out as proof. It was one of those that made it look like it was somewhere between a person and a dog. There was blood dripping down it and whiskers were sticking out of it's snout thing.

That definitely did it in. We all exploded into fits of laughter while Les, Dane, and they kids looked at us like we were crazy.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Quil said suddenly. We all stopped laughing and watched as he walked up to Cassie and knelt down. "You stole my costume," he said, sounding completely flabbergasted. Cassie just smiled and giggled at him. "I demand she switch costumes," he said to Les, folding his arms sternly.

"No way. She looks cuter in it than you," Les countered.

"So. I look cooler," he said easily.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine then. Let's have…Carter decide," Les said. Les waved Carter over and he scrambled down, walking over to the three of them. "Carter, who looks better in the lamb costume? Quil or Cassie?" Les asked him.

Carter looked up at Quil and then down at Cassie. He might be younger than her but he's a couple inches taller. His brows knitting together in concentration as he decided. "Cassie," he said, nodding his head.

"Yay!" Cassie squealed, throwing her arms around Carter in happiness.

"Aren't you supposed to hate girls?!" Quil exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Why?" Carter asked, looking up at him confused.

"She…She has cooties!" he said, throwing his arms up.

"Let it go Quil. Let it go," Claire soothed as she guided him over to the other couch.

"Uncle Paul! Aunt Alex!" Cassie exclaimed, ditching Carter and running over and jumping on top of us, giving us both hugs.

"Hey Cass," I smiled, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

She smiled and gave me a kiss back. Paul made a sad face at her. "What about my kiss?" he pouted, tapping his cheek. She giggled and gave him a peck on the cheek as she hugged him.

"Aw, Paul you're such a big softy," Kim cooed from across the room.

"I think Jared's the softy. Paul cut him up so bad last week you'd think he was butter," I countered, automatically defending Paul.

"Jared was in A.P. History," Kim said with a playful smirk. If she wants it that way; game on.

"Paul was in Honor's English," I countered.

"Jared was in baseball."

"So was Paul."

"Jared's cuter."

"Paul's hotter."

"Jared's smarter."

"Paul's stronger."

"Jared can grocery shop," Kim said slyly, making everyone laugh and Paul glare.

"Paul's the best uncle ever," I said. "Right Cass?" I asked.

"Right!" she squealed.

"And I'm the best Aunt," I added.

"But Kim makes better cupcakes," Jared said.

"Alex is more athletic," Paul countered. "No offense," he added to Kim.

"None taken," she said.

"Kim can sing better."

"Have you even heard Alex sing?" Paul asked doubtfully.

"No…but I'm probably right," Jared smirked at me as I glared at him.

"Alex can teach."

"A monkey can teach," he scoffed.

"You teach?" I asked in mock surprise.

"Okay! Enough of this, there are children in the room!" Les yelled above all the laughter. "Alex, where are the movies?" she asked.

Hehe. Okay, just want to know; do you want a little more of movie night or no? I'm sure I can think of a little something for ya.

Oh! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, softball is getting pretty crazy. But GUESS WHAT?! I hit a couple in the eight inning in our conference championship which gave us two runs (would have been three but one of our girls didn't touch third)!! And then I scored after that! We won 3-0 in our extra inning!!!! Woooo!! I was in the paper and I was excited.

Okay, anyway, I'll give you all a preview of the next chapter cause you rock (and it's dedicated to Kayla cuz I haven't been able to e-mail her pretty much the entire week cuz I've been at my Dad's. Sorry!!!)

"Les! I need your help!" I yelled into the phone as I bounced Cassie on my hip.

"What's wrong?" she asked instantly.

"I can't find my wedding ring," I said breathlessly. I've been looking everywhere, and I can't find it!

"Why would you take it off?!" she yelled into the phone.

"Uh, I was kind of unclogging the kitchen sink this morning," I said rolling my eyes. I told her about it last night-she should know this already! I'm wasting valuable ring hunting time here!

"I'll be there in a minute…don't vacuum!" she yelled.

"Why the hell would I vacuum?" I asked, confused and temporarily side tracked.

"I don't know! It could be a nervous habit or something-I just don't want it to get sucked up into oblivion. And everyone has a nervous habit ," she added.

"Like how when you're nervous you bedazzle your clothes," I said with a slight smirk. Who does that?

"How do you know that?" she asked.

"How do I not know that?" I countered. "Now get here fast! I'm seriously freaking out Les," I said, running a hand through my hair as my eyes darted all around the room.

"I'm coming."

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