Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girl can say anything about it - Cady Heron.
In this case, as long as you aren't living with your parents who don't have a strict dress code for you when going out in public.
That dress code was never an issue for Mika Macklin because ever since she could remember, her Halloween costumes were fun, friendly, cute, and above all, innocent.
Mika wanted to switch things up this year. She didn't live with her parents anymore as of two months ago and there was a devil on her shoulder telling her to make the most of it. The devil was Chapa. Her best friend, her sister, and her roommate. They were alerted that TJ, a friend they went to high school with was throwing a rager for Halloween. TJ wasn't a low-key person so obviously, word got around pretty quickly.
Mika's costume was still innocent but, modified.
When Mika was fifteen to sixteen, she suffered with her body image. Whatever she wore never looked right, she was careful of what she ate, how much she ate, and the slightest comment on what she wore would have her overthinking for days on end about what she should fix about her herself. It stemmed from the negative comments about her online as a Shoutout, it was like everyone was attacking her appearance when really, it was only a small part of insecure, jealous, dickheads on the internet.
When her family and friend found out about her disorder they did everything in their power to get her help. Mika was getting better but from time to time she would check on her socials to see what people were saying about her, then she'd slowly start to relapse. When Bose found out about this he was livid that she was still doing check up's on her trolls, she was only going to make herself sicker.
So he made it his mission to rid the internet of anything bad anyone had to say about her. Of course, it would be impossible to stop all the hate so he did the second-best thing he could do. He had Scwhoz help him restrict her social media and any articles regarding Danger Force to filter out anything that might be harmful. Something they should have done a long time ago. The hate comments didn't bother Miles, Chapa, and Bose as much as it did Mika. Mika was a people pleaser and at her young age, she was desperate to be perfect in the public eye.
Once they did that, Mika recovered quickly, she swore she would never let those trolls tarnish how she saw herself. She knew this to be true when her Twitflash updated causing the restricted comments to be lifted. She went through the filtered comments and didn't feel a thing, she even laughed at some of the misspellings. Crazy and that an intellect as herself had fallen for such nonsense.
Anyways, Mika smiled at herself in the mirror as she put the finishing touches on her costume. Mika clipped another barrette on her curls and fixed the thin straps of her top. "Maldita Mami," Chapa complimented, crossing her arms. "You like it?" Mika sat down to put her hot pink glittery heels on. Chapa laughed, looking down at her poison ivy outfit and the green leaves that barely covered her. Her costume didn't leave much to the imagination but the way she was rocking it would make anyone want more. Chapa looked like a greek goddess with her own dark touch.
"You're such a bitch," Chapa playfully rolled her eyes. "The baddest," Mika winked, strapping her heels.
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When Bose and Miles arrived at TJ's party it was already in full swing. When he meant rager, he meant rager. It was crowded, and loud, and the smell of expensive alcohol infiltrated their nostrils. Miles was dressed as the Joker, if the Joker attended frat parties and had defined muscles. While Bose was dressed as a fireman. He had on a white shirt, khaki baggy pants that fit him just right, and red suspenders.
A pretty girl, with butterfly loc, a tiara, in a ridiculously short green dress passed them and Miles couldn't look away, "Hey, dude i think I'm gonna go find the bathroom," Miles watched the girl in a trance. Bose noticed and smirked to himself, "Yeah you do that,".
Once Miles ditched him, Bose started making conversation with people he recognized. He soon ended up in a group around the kitchen counter talking about old teachers they all hated back then. They could all agree that was the only bearable teacher they had. Bose still kept in contact with him, after all, it's only been about five months since high school ended.
Bose poured himself a shot and threw his head back at a lame joke, lame enough to be funny. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Cassandra checking him out. He's never seen her until tonight but she made sure that they were acquainted. Cassandra was dressed as a Winx fairy and she was flaunting herself at him. Whenever he would look at her, she would huff her chest out in her small cleavage as an invitation. Bose just wasn't feeling her and he hoped it wouldn't have to come to him actually telling her this.
Bose took his shot when Pablo came beside him and lost his breath in a low mummer while staring ahead. "Holy shit,". Bose lifted his head to see what Pablo and everyone else were now gaping at.
He could have choked on air right then and there. Bose tightened his grip on the small glass, he felt his composure slip away as he stared at Mika Macklin. "If Strawberry Shortcake looked like that now, I would have to run Angeline Wright her money," Bose heard one of the guys say. "The 2009 version of her was my gay awakening," Helena inputted biting her lower lip as she admired Mika.
Bose was at a loss for words, he never thought he would see the day that Mika would be dressed so temptingly, only in the deepest parts of his mind.
Divine, that's what he could describe her as.
Chapa whispered to Mika from the doorway and Mika looked Bose's way. She waved at him with her finger flirtatiously and Bose swallowed a lump in his throat.
Then he remembered that he was Bose freaking O'Brien.
Bose regain his composure as best as he could before nodding her over. If anyone was going to be blushing like a virgin on their wedding night, it wouldn't be him. Easier said than done because just the way she was walking over to him was making his knees go weak. Bose quickly poured himself another shot to cancel out his nerves. She was going to ruin him looking like that.
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Chapa was on her way upstairs to use the bathroom when suddenly Miles came out from inside with Tiffany Hall. Tiffany kissed his lips in a sloppy manner and winked at him before walking away alluringly. Chapa looked between the two with a bored expression. Miles wiped his lip with this thumb and turned around to face Chapa.
"Real classy," Chapa said annoyed.
"Jealous?", Miles smirked coming closer to her and Chapa rolled her eyes when he started towering over her.
How she missed the days she could easily put him in a headlock. He was trying to start the 'it wouldn't make sense for you to be jealous when you're the one who dumped me, remember?" argument.
Chapa and Miles had an on-and-off relationship. It was usually petty shit that they would break up over but then get back together a week or two later when she found herself in his bed in the morning. But this time, Chapa was determined to not let that happen. It was over, for good. Being Jealous wasn't going to help break this toxic cycle. Even though she had the urge to snap Tiffiany's neck when she kissed him like.
Chapa knew that Miles was just trying to get a reaction out of her. So she said the next best thing that came to mind, "From our girl's locker room time, I'd say that she knows I'm a better kisser than you,". Chapa snickered and then walked away from Miles, she won, as always. Miles poked his tongue inside his cheek as she turned just his head to watch her walk away from him. That outfit was doing wonders for her, poison ivy, it suits her.
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"Slow down," Bose watched as Mika gobbled down a bottle of whiskey, "We're almost out, i have to make this bottle last,". Bose moved closer placing his hand on the counter beside her, then slowly took the bottle away from her lips. "Not my fault you can't keep up," Mika gazed into his eyes and simpered. Bose didn't know when she gained the tolerance for drinking, he always thought of her as lightweight. "If only you knew," Bose said lowly.
They were toying with each other. In the past, they've flirted with each, intentionally or not. It was always, Simple, kiddie, and sweet.
Mika batted her long eyelashes and moved closer to him, so close she could feel his breath from above.
Bose made a daring move when he lead the nearly empty bottle of whiskey he was holding back to her full lips. Mika didn't make any sudden moves. She watched Bose trail the bottle to her chin, then her smooth neck, ran it down her collar bone and it ended a little close to her exposed cleavage. Things between them were getting so heated that they forgot that people were around, she wondered what they looked like to the third eye.
Bose has always thought Mika was cute, gorgeous even. But she was seriously starting to attract him in different ways than before. Mika Macklin was sexy as fuck.
Bose took the time to cherish the way she looked tonight. The red strawberry clips in her hair went perfectly with her perfect curls. Her cropped pink and green corset had strawberries running down the side, with a laced green bow in the middle which was just below the v-neck around the split. It gave her ravishing breasts the illusion that they were gonna burst. Due to how much taller he was than her, the view was magnificent. Her matching tight pink skirt went mid-thigh length. The sheer green knee-high stockings were bedazzled to match her hot pink heels.
Bose wasn't the only guilty one, she was also practically undressing him with her eyes.
Mika noticed Bose intensely appreciating her, she should have been nervous at how he looked like he could devour her whole. However, the only thought in her mind was what it would feel like to be touched by him. He hadn't laid a finger on her and yet she was itching for more. Mika nudged her head and took the bottle from him putting it on the counter. Bose was pulled out of his haze just to be trapped in another one when he met her eyes. Mika seductively kept eye contact, she started to wonder if she's always had this kind of effect on him.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Macklin," He shook his head.
"I'm not the one giving 'fuck me eyes'," She teased.
Bose's fingers twitched and licked his bottom lip, "You're drunk,".
Mika crossed her arms and pressed up against his chest, "And you're not?".
They were in too deep to stop now. Standing here in a crowd of people, they were the only person one another saw. Bose Leaned his body weight on the counter so Mika's face could be within reach, even more so. Bose sighed against her lips and they slightly parted.
What if he never got this moment back, he would destroy her if she'd let him. He would make her feel and say and do things she never thought she would on this one night. They'd been friends for so long, was he really ready to risk it all?
Maybe it was the alcohol that made Mika run her hands over his abdominal muscles through his fitted shirt and up to his chest slowly with her pink acrylic nails. She then placed both her fingers under his red suspenders. They maintained eye contact and Mika whispered, "I'll be upstairs". Bose closed his eyes distracted by her touch, "keeping busy,".
Mika strolled away as if nothing happened and he was brought back to a noisy party. He couldn't tell you how long that whole encounter really was. Bose clenched his fist, all she did was talk to him and now he was full and sensitive in his own pants. Someone was walking by him with a bottle of bourdon and Bose grabbed it out of their hand, took a big gulp, and slammed it down on the counter.
Bose exited the kitchen looking through the crowd of people and saw hot pink pumps vanish into the staircase.
He followed them, he was ready to risk it all.
