Evie was thirteen, and with this age came, of course, braces. Her hair was short and choppy (matching her cute, giggly personality), and a dark brown. She had invited her friends, Carrie and Amanda, to sleep over at her house. Carrie had just recently turned fifteen, and had outgrown preteenism. She was tall and thin with big blue eyes and thick, curly, blonde hair. In a word, she was gorgeous. Her personality also matched her looks; she was sweet and mellow, with only occasional giggling fits. Amanda was also fifteen, but was to turn sixteen in May (making her feel quite old, she told us). She had wavy, dark brown hair; shoulder length. She was slightly shorter than Carrie, but she packed more attitude than any of us. Her hazel eyes could turn from jovial to steely in an instant, and one of her favorite things to do was debate. However, she was prone to more giggling fits, and often snorted accidentally when this happened (making her laugh even harder).
The three girls thought they were in for a late night of movie watching and hanging out. They never knew what was coming.
(Evie's POV)
The doorbell rang and I was at the door in a split-second.
"Manda!" I exclaimed as I opened the door, and wrapped the girl in a bear hug.
"Whoa, Evie!" she choked in reply, "Lemme at least put down my bag!"
I laughed and took her sleeping bag. It was her father's, left over from the army. We joked around and called it The Slug, because, when one sleeps in it, one resembles a great, green slug, with only their face showing. After putting the bags upstairs, I asked Amanda if she was hungry.
"Munchies would be nice," she replied, grinning. We stood in front of the pantry, surveying its contents. Finally deciding on Honey Comb cereal, we pulled out the bowls, spoons, and milk.
"When's Carrie coming?" Amanda asked between bites. I shrugged.
"Soon, I hope," I replied, "If she doesn't, we can call her and bother her."
No sooner had I said this, the doorbell rang.
"Perfect timing!" Amanda said, running to the door with me.
(Amanda's POV)
I guess it started out like any normal sleepover. I mean, what could happen? It's a sleepover for Christ's sake! Not too many weird things happen at sleepovers. Yet there we were, talking to Jack Skellington face-to-face like we…Well, I'll get to that later.
Evie and I ran to the door when we heard the doorbell and practically dragged Carrie inside. She let out a small squeak of bewilderment, but this was soon replaced with laughs.
"You're late!" Evie said, faking a pout.
"My mom made me practice," Carrie replied apologetically. Okay, lemme explain: Carrie's mom was a dictator when it came to piano practice. Once she set her mind on making Carrie practice, there was no escape for the poor girl. She had been taking lessons for the past eight or nine years, so all of her friends had gotten used to this excuse.
Now, sleepovers at Evie's house (and sometimes my house) always included pizza, coke, and, of course, Nightmare Before Christmas. I mean, this girl was beyond obsessed! She watched it every chance she got! I'm not complaining, but once she starts quoting along with the movie, I'm forced to give her a good thwap in the head. So it was no surprise when Evie grinned and started humming "This is Halloween". Armed with popcorn, pizza, and soda, we headed upstairs to her sister's room (her sister's at college, so we sleep in her room). Evie popped in the DVD and we sat back on the futon to enjoy the movie.
(Carrie's POV)
By the time the movie was over, it was around midnight. I, of course, wasn't in the least bit tired (I'm used to staying up until ungodly hours of the night). Amanda, however, was practically catatonic. Evie wasn't much better off, but she was better off.
"Ya know what would be cool?" she asked sleepily.
"If I had a flamethrower," Amanda guessed, finally showing signs of life. I rolled my eyes and smiled.
"We already told you we're not getting you one for you birthday," I said, "You'd hurt too many people."
"Well, it's not like I'd go around purposely torching people," Amanda said, turning over to face us, "Maybe your ex, Carrie…but he hardly counts as a person."
"That's fine. No one really likes him anyways," I said a little coldly; I preferred not to think about him. Evie made a small indignant sound, reminding us that she had something to say.
"Oh yeah, You had something to say, didn't you?" Amanda asked a little stupidly (she was awake now, but still a little dazed, and also on the verge of one of her giggling/snorting fits, which were particularly dangerous, especially late at night, and I think this is becoming a run-on sentence, God forbid!…).
"I was gonna say," Evie continued, "that it would be cool if we could go to Halloweentown."
"Duh!" Amanda and I said in unison.
"There's an innumerable amount of fanfictions out there where that happens," Amanda said matter-of-factly, "Too bad fanfics aren't real."
"Hence the word 'fanfic!" Evie said, "It's fictional and it's made by a fan!"
I absently wondered if 'fanfiction' was in the dictionary. Suddenly, I heard quiet mumblings and snores from Amanda's direction. I grinned and whispered to Evie, "She's like…"
"…a dead weight," Evie finished my sentence and we both laughed quietly.
"How can she fall asleep so quickly?" I asked, raising my voice slightly; Amanda didn't stir. Evie shrugged in reply, but, before she knew it, she was also asleep. Oh well, I may as well join the party! I grabbed a pillow and a blanket and tried to sleep.
and there you go! long first chapter, for me, at least (i'm not one for really long chapters). it's definitely going to get funnier; i promise!