AN:OH MY GOD!. This one is so LONG. It's like 2300 words or something like that. But it's so cute. SO VERY CUTE. It's so cute it hurts. Okay, I'll shut up before I give it away. Anyoneone who cheers or laughs let me know in your review.

Cassy and Catherine walked ahead of Warrick and Fredy. They all had pumpkin-shaped buckets in hand. In no time the things were fulled to the top. When this happened Fredy hatched a plan.

"Cassy, do you have a flashlight," Fredy asked. Cassy nodded and pulled on out of Catherine's back pocket.

"Hey," Catherine exclaimed. "My flashlight!"

"Oh be quite," Cassy said handing the little flashlight over to Fredy who took it with a grin. Cassy had a feeling that a plan was being put into motion.

"Come on," Fredy said taking off down another street.

"Where are we going," Catherine asked.

"I'll tell you when we get there," Fredy said, still walking. Catherine still followed him because she was his friend. Warrick followed him because Catherine was going too, but he would never admit openly to this. Cassy of course was already up next to Fredy.

They walked swiftly in silence for a few minutes and Warrick wondered where they were going. They reached an old abandoned house.

"Here," Fredy stated stopping so abruptly that Catherine ran into him and Warrick ran into Catherine. Then Fredy turn sharply, making Catherine lose her balance, which in turn caused Warrick to fall over. Catherine fell on top of him and Warrick felt his cheeks involuntarily turn red.

"Jeeze Fredy. Could you be a little more careful," Catherine said, half laughing. She paused for a moment, resting her head on Warrick's chest. She tried desperately to subdue the butterflies in her stomach and pushy little voices in her head. The ones screaming at her to never move, or to move her head a few inches in the direction of Warrick's head, and more specifically Warrick's mouth. Having successfully subdued both her butterflies and the voices with thoughts of rejection and a hurt look in Warrick's eyes, Catherine rolled off him and stood up.

Warrick's heart, which had momentarily stopped when Catherine was on top of him, started beating so fast and hard Warrick was sure his chest would explode. He sat up and Catherine helped him to his feet. Catherine looked over at Cassy, who was glaring back at her angerly. Catherine gave Cassy a totally bewildered look, like she had no idea what was going on in Cassy's head.

"Everyone alright," Fredy said, but he didn't wait for an answer. "Okay come on, let's go."

"Yeah," Cassy said, following Fredy up to the house. The windows and front door was boarded up, but there was a small window that went to the basement. Plenty of kids knew about it but few actually braved the dark and went in the house. There were rumors that the old house was haunted. Catherine didn't believe any of them. She didn't believe in ghosts or spirits or any of that. She didn't even fear the dark of the old house. There was nothing in the dark to get her, so there was no reason to be afraid

Warrick however seemed very frighted. He was staring at the old house with a plain look of fear and reluctance. He obviously didn't want at all to go into that boarded up building. But he was going anyway. Catherine felt momentarily sad that Warrick would brave his fear of whatever it was he was afraid of, for his friends. And then she felt great joy and gratitude towards the short, funny looking boy.

She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around him in a fierce hug. Warrick froze, momentarily stunned. When she released him the both ran to catch up to Fredy and Cassy, who didn't notice they had fallen behind.

At 9:00, when the kids bags were basically full, Nathan took Trent, Brittany and Archie's sisters back home. It was their bed time. He would probably be staying home to. Nathan liked the solitude of his room and hardly ever left it.

The older kids would be able to stay out for another few hours. Sara and Kiley told their foster mother they would be sleeping over at Greg's house and Greg's parents wouldn't worry about them until after midnight. So they had a while to go before they had to head back home. They kids had finished their trick or treating and decided to head to the park.

They all sprawled out in the football/baseball/soccer/any-other-sport-you-could-think-of field, under one of the lights. They were looking through their bags, picking out their candies. After eating for a while they all moved to the middle of the field, away from the lights and lay down in the brown, water starved grass.

Sara was looking up at the sky, and the others were doing the same. Greg was laying next to her. He held her hand in his, their fingers intertwined. He was squeezed up against her, there head resting against each other. Then Greg turned slightly and started tracing abstract patterns on her cheek with his finger.

"What are you doing Greg," Sara asked. There was amusement in her voice and a small smile on her face. Greg shrugged

"I'm drawing on your cheek," he said simply.

"With your finger," Sara asked, the amusement not gone from her voice.

"It's an invisible drawing," Greg insisted. Sara let out a soft laugh. Greg continued his invisible drawing going all the way up to her forehead and coming down all the way to her chin. It actually tickled and Sara let and involuntary twitch.

"Sara," Greg said, very mischievous all of a sudden.

"What," Sara said, somewhat dreading the question.

"Are you ticklish," Greg asked. He had on a smile so big Sara could see it even it the very dim light.

"No," Sara said even though she was very ticklish. She knew she hadn't convinced anyone.

"Uh huh. Sure," Greg said. Then he began to launch a tickle attack and tickled Sara on her stomach. Sara tried to hold in her laughter but she couldn't. Soon she heard the laughter of many others, Greg including. They had launched int a full fledged tickle fight. Greg had released Sara, his new target being his older sister. Sara launched her self at Greg and rolled around, Sara ending up on top of him. She started tickling him violently.

"Sa...Sara," Greg gasped in between his laughs. "Please...Stop."

She stopped tickling him, but didn't get up or roll over. She looked at him for a moment and ten kissed him softly. Then she rolled off and squeezed next to him, burrowing her head in his shoulder. Greg had an arm wrapped around her and et out a sigh that carried some of the earlier giggles. Sara felt so relaxed and completely happy right now it was unbelievable.

Lila stood over them and looked at them lying in the yellow-brown grass of the multipurpose sports field. She smiled . "You guys look so cute together," she stated.

Fredy led the other three through the old house. The floor boards squeaked and it smelled of dust and mildew. They went to a small room on the second floor and they all sat down. Fredy put the flashlight in the middle. In the little room, it was a good amount of light.

"Okay, what are we doing here," Catherine said. Fredy got an evil grin on his face.

"We're playing truth or dare," he said. Cassy saw instantly what was going on and she grinned as well. Not as good as the original plan, again very overused and all that, but hey if it works. She gave Fredy an appreciative look.

Catherine saw instantly what Fredy was up to and then almost refused to play and just leave now. But of course she didn't. She shrugged. "Okay."

Warrick had a sneaking suspicion what was going on and then finally convinced himself that it wouldn't matter in the end anyway so he nodded.

"Good," Fredy said, though it was apparent that he would've forced them to play even if no one agreed. "Cassy you go first." He threw the ball into Cassy's court to throw suspicion off himself, and to share the blame, or the thanks, depending on how this all turned out.

"Um...Okay. Fredy. Truth or Dare?"

Cassy asked Fredy specifically because she knew that it prolong Catherine's suspicion and agony.

"Truth," Fredy said without hesitation. Cassy hesitated for a moment. 'Oh to hell with it,' Cassy thought. She had a evil looking grin on her face. She glanced at Catherine before turning back to Fredy. "Who do you think is the perfect guy for our wonderful Catherine," Cassy asked. She was almost laughing now and so was Fredy.

'You go Cassy,' Fredy thought. He was sending mental messages of congrats to Cassy. Catherine was sending mental messages of death and torture. Warrick was looking at his feet, now knowing what was going on.

"I think it's none of your business," Catherine said hotly. Cassy knew this was coming. It did concern Catherine after all.

"Don't speak out of turn Cath," Cassy shot back and for a moment Catherine was shocked into silence.

"I think everyone knows who I think is the perfect guy for Cath," Fredy said, a grin to match Cassy's.

"Direct answers only please," Cassy said like she was a game show host or something.

"The guy sitting next to her of course. With the cool hair," Fredy said. Cassy was now trying so hard to contain her laughter it actually hurt.

"Cassy. Truth or Dare," Fredy said.

"Truth," Cassy stated. She bit her lower lip to stop her giggles form escaping. She loved seeing Catherine squirm.

"Okay, I have the same question," Fredy said.

"And I have the same answer," Cassy said, grinning like a maniac. "Catherine. Truth or Dare," Cassy continued at a reckless pace.

Catherine took a while to answer. She really didn't want to be doing this, to be playing this game. Not on Halloween night in a dusty rotting house. "Truth," she finally said, glaring daggers at Cassy. Cassy took no notice of this at all.

"Why are you ignoring what is right in front of your face," Cassy asked.

Again Catherine took a while to answer, but this time she actually was in thought. She could feel Cassy's and Fredy's eyes on her. She knew Warrick was still staring at his feet an though if he stared long enough her could drill holes in them with his eyes. Catherine thought about saying "Maybe there's nothing there," or something along those lines. But besides being so very far from the truth, those words would crush warrick, she knew. And she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"I don't know," was her lame answer. She said it very softly but everyone herd her. cassy didn't press her for elaboration or a new answer.

"Okay, Fredy go," Cassy said as though Catherine was just an annoying obstacle they had to get over.

"Wait," Catherine exclaimed. "Don't I get to go," she said bewildered. Everything was happening so fast.

"Nope," cassy said. "Fredy go."

"Warrick," fredy said. Warrick finally looked up from his feet. He had a lost, sort of frightened look in his eye and Fredy couldn't blame him. He actually felt sorry for his friend, but it was for his own good and warrick would thank him later.

"Dare," Warrick said without even having asked. This stunned Fredy for a moment. Warrick knew he was sealing his fate with that one word, but he didn't care. He was actually hoping for it. Fredy smiled and leaned back against the wall.

"Okay stand up," Fredy said. Warrick did, silently, not even bothering to ask if this was the whole dare.

"Cath, you stand up too," Fredy ordered. Catherine was about to refuse, stating that it wasn't her dare. But one look at Warrick's eyes and she stood up.

"Okay," Fredy said. There was a sort of giddiness to his voice. "Warrick. Kiss her."

Warrick knew this was coming, knew from the moment the word "dare" left his lips. Catherine also knew this was coming, but she knew from the beginning, when Fredy announced the game they would be playing.

Warrick looked at Catherine. It was a very long moments before either of them did anything. In the end, it was probably Catherine who actually started the kiss, but noone in that room really cared. When Warrick felt Catherine's lips on his, everything else in his head was blasted away, meaning absolutely nothing. Catherine could feel Warrick's tension, which slowly melted away. She herself was very glad his arms were wrapped around her because her legs felt like jell-O and she wasn't sure she'd be able to stand up right then.

Warrick didn't know how long they kissed. He was totally unaware of everything thing else. He only felt Catherine's lips on his, Catherine's tongue touching his. It was unlike anything he had ver experienced and he would give anything to keep this moment frozen in time. To stay this way forever.

Neither was sure which broke the kiss, but when they did, both came crashing back to earth. When they did, all the tension that was there before returned and when the tow sat down, there was a good foot and a half between them. Neither was smiling but their cheeks were all bright red. Fredy groaned and beat his fists on the floor.

"Honestly, you two are the dumbest idiots," Fredy ranted. Then he stood up. Picking Catherine because she was light, Fredy physically dragged her until she was right next to Warrick. He grabbed Warrick's arm and placed it around Catherine's shoulders. They he pushed Catherine a little so she leaned into warrick.

"There was that so freakin' hard? God Cath. You've never had any problems acting affectionate to guys and all. Why start now? Oh all the god damn times?" For all his ranting, Fredy was in an excellent mood, and his smile showed it.