James

Now in our town, parties are something that happen quite often. There's really not that much to do here besides hang out at the mall and go to the movies so parties provide much needed entertainment. And even though I'm really not that big of social events that aren't concerts, I do make exceptions for Halloween. Parties and costumes and alcohol and Halloween always seemed to go hand in hand and this year wasn't going to be any different. Now usually I had them on Halloween night itself but this year Annabelle wanted to go trick or treating with Cooper so we were having it the night before Halloween so we could go with her wishes. I'd take trick or treating with my boy over being a stupid drunk any day of the week.

"Was Tammy okay with watching him tonight?" I asked Annabelle as I adjusted my cape. I had to say that I made a very kick ass Dracula. All those Twilight bitches could kiss my ass and suck my cock. I was a real fucking vampire tonight.

"Yeah," Annabelle replied. She was wearing a Roman Empress costume and I guess Dave was going to be the Emperor or some shit like that. She looked beautiful and he was probably going to look like a roided up freak (I refused to believe that any of his muscles were natural) and I almost gagged at the thought of them wearing at matching costumes. Sure I knew that was kind of hypocritical because Jeff and I were wearing costumes that went together but that was different. Dave was not part of that equation and that made it very much okay.

"Good." I glanced towards my bedroom, where Jeff was getting dressed. "You okay in there?" I asked. He had been in there for an awfully long time.

"Uh…I don't think this was a good idea," he replied. "This is um…I just don't know if I look good in this."

"Well why don't you let me be the judge of that?"

Annabelle frowned at me. "What do you even have him wearing?"

I just smirked. "You'll see…"

My bedroom door slowly opened and Jeff stepped out, wearing the black sleeveless mini-dress and black high heels I had picked out. Maybe this wasn't like a traditional Dracula's bride outfit but I didn't care. I was modernizing the mother fucker.

"Oh boy…" Annabelle's jaw dropped in surprise.

Jeff's whole face was red and he tried to run back into my room to hide. "I look stupid."

"No way." I grabbed his wrist and stopped him from going anywhere. "You look absolutely delicious." I looked at Annabelle for support. "Doesn't he?"

She quickly nodded her head. As if she would ever say anything else. "You like nice Jeff," she assured him. "Really."

Jeff chewed on his lower lip and glanced down at himself. "Are you sure I'm not going to get raped in this?" he asked nervously.

I shook my head and put my arm around him protectively. Maybe I should have put him in a more modest outfit but I hadn't been able to help myself. Jeff had just enough of the girlier features and more slender kind of body shape that the dress actually did look pretty good on him. "I would never let that happen," I promised him. "Never ever." I kissed the side of his head possessively. "You hear me?"

He nodded, quickly turning himself so his face was buried in my chest. He said something right then but I couldn't understand it at all. "What was that?" I asked gently.

He looked back up at me and shook his head slightly. "I'm still convinced you've got some fetish you're not telling me about," he repeated.

I snorted slightly. "Jeff if I had a fetish, I would have told you about it. I'm not one that hides what I want."

"Are you sure? Because Shannon once dated a guy who insisted he didn't have a fetish for months and then he molested Shannon in his sleep with his feet."

I blinked, not even sure what to say to that. I looked to Annabelle to see if she had anything but she didn't. "Well," I finally said "I promise I will never molest you with my feet. Ever."

"Good. I'm glad to hear that." Jeff gave me a peck on the lips, not even needing to get on his toes for once because the heels added about six inches to him.

The doorbell rang and I instantly threw Jeff over my shoulder so I could carry him down the stairs. Annabelle followed closely behind me, both of us knowing that she would mostly be hiding upstairs tonight, no matter what Dave or anyone else did or said. She just did not handle people well so parties were like kryptonite to her.

I set Jeff down on his feet before opening the door. Mark, Glenn, Evan, Shannon, Dave and very surprisingly Cody of all people were on the other side of them. "What did you all do, carpool or something?" I asked as they came in.

"Nah," Mark said. "We just have fucking fantastic timing." He was dressed as a biker just because he was lazy like that. He dressed like that normally so this was pretty much nothing for him.

I raised my eyebrows, my eyes lingering at Cody, who was wearing his normal clothes plus a collar and a leash. "Do I want to know?" I said to Mark.

Mark grinned and started to answer but Glenn (dressed as Michael Myers) quickly shook his head. "No. Don't even let him go there Lawson."

I blinked and then looked back and forth between Cody and Mark, deciding to just let it go for now.

"So what are you supposed to be?" Evan asked, rocking back and forth on the soles of his feet. He was wearing a pirate costume and Shannon was rocking the Freddy Kruger look.

"Dracula's bride," Jeff answered.

"You kind of look like a streetwalker," Shannon said bluntly.

"Shanny," Dave said in a warning voice, seeing the somewhat miffed look I gave him.

"Hey at least he looks like a sexy streetwalker," Shannon said with an innocent shrug.

Jeff turned red and buried his face against me. "You don't look like a streetwalker," I assured him. "Shannon is just a retard who has no idea what he's talking about."

"Hey," Shannon said with a pout. "My people prefer the term mentally challenged!" He stomped his foot unhappily before eagerly looking around. "Now where's the beer?"

Dave just rolled his eyes and slowly shook his head as he put his arm around Annabelle. "Anyone else get the feeling this is going to be a very interesting night?"

I just grinned and nodded. "Oh yeah. I think it'll be very interesting."

…

Interesting turned out to not be quite strong enough of a word. Absolutely completely fucking insane was more like it. Pretty much every teenager in the city plus a few out of towners showed up and they brought enough alcohol with them for us to be able to open our own liquor store. Jericho and his little band Fozzy had set up shop in the corner and they were playing some songs and I could see Dave and Annabelle lingering at the stairs, him trying to get her to loosen up and her just trying to run away.

"You know, we could probably slip out and go hunting real quick if you wanted to," Mark said as he took a drink of his beer.

I gave him a look and shook my head. "Jeff would notice," I pointed out.

"Oh yeah?" he challenged with a grin. "Well he might not soon." He pointed to the corner where Shannon, Evan and Shane were holding him upside down while he chugged beer straight from the keg.

"Oh Jesus," I muttered. I quickly pushed my way through the crowd, getting over there just as they were setting him down on his feet. "What are you guys doing?" I demanded to know. "He's never even drank before what-"

"Hi James!" Jeff said, falling into my arms and giggling excitedly. The alcohol had already gone directly to his head.

"How much has he had?" I asked Shane because he looked to be the most sober out of the trio of idiots I was about to kill. I fucking left Jeff with them for ten minutes while I helped Jericho get his stupid sound system set up and this is what I get. Unfucking believable.

"Just a couple Jell-O shots and some of this keg," Shane replied innocently. "It wasn't that much, honest!"

"Yeah well it was more than enough for him," I pointed out.

Jeff giggled and hugged me tightly. "I love my James," he said happily. "You love me James?"

"Yeah I love you," I told him.

"Is the room spinning for you? Cuz I don't like it."

I sighed loudly and led him away from his idiot friends and took him into the kitchen. "Come on. Let's get you some bread or something to soak up that alcohol."

"But I'm not hungry," he pouted. "My tummy is all bubbly and gurgly."

"Yeah well you just attempted to drink your weight in alcohol while upside down," I reminded him. "Of course your tummy is not going to feel good."

He pouted his lips and clutched at his stomach desperately. "I really don't feel good no more," he groaned.

"Uh oh." I tried to change direction so we could head into the bathroom but it was too late. He threw up all over the floor and while I jumped back just enough to not get any on me, Michelle McCool and Layla what's her face were not so lucky. They got puke all over their shoes and they started screaming and throwing a fit at the top of their lungs.

Oh God…this is definitely going to be a long night.