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It was a chilly October day when Jack strolled up to Sorcha's house. She had called earlier, asking him to come over. Apparently she had something important to tell him. The front door opened before he even had a chance to knock and he was quickly pulled into the house by the front of his shirt.
"Shhhh, my dad's asleep on the couch, don't make a sound." Sorcha's breath was hot on his ear. They tip-toed quietly up the stairs and around the corner into her small room. Jack had been in her room a million times before but it seemed different with her father just downstairs, as if it were wrong. Of course her father had never approved of their friendship. He had forbidden Jack from ever entering Sorcha's room around two years earlier but that of course never stopped Jack especially since her father was hardly ever home. The door creaked loudly as it was being shut causing them both to flinch.
"What is it? What is so important?" Jack asked frantically as he checked her arms and face quickly over for any signs of bruising. He had prepared for the worst.
"Halloween of course," she grinned. "Oh Jack, you're so cute when you're worried." Of course Jack was worried. He had thought something horrible has happened to her. She sneaked him into her room for this?
"Don't be mad at me, Jackie. I just wanted to tell you what we were being for Halloween so that we can make our costumes." Costumes? Oh God…
"I don't do costumes Sorcha and I definitely don't do Halloween, you know that. We're fifteen years old and I'm pretty sure that's a little too old to be going trick or treating." Sorcha went on as if she hadn't even heard him.
"Okay, so we're gonna be Beauty and the Beast, alright? I love that movie…"
"I know you do. You've only made me watch it like fifty times."
"So I'm gonna be Beauty…"
"Are you implying something here?"
"Oh, alright. You can be Beauty, Jack. You are after all the princess in this friendship."
"I resent that." Jack faked a pain in his heart and then threw a stuffed animal at Sorcha as he sat down on her bed. "I'm still not dressing up."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"NO! I'm not."
"You are and that's final!" Jack gave a sigh of defeat as he sprawled out on her bed. "You have to Jack because after this we won't be kids anymore and we won't be able to trick or treat ever again and you've never given Halloween a chance and it's my favorite holiday and you're my best friend and I've already planned the costumes perfectly. Besides, who else is cute enough to sweep me off my feet?" Sorcha rambled on. She reached over and pinched Jack on the cheek and he swatted her hand away.
"Alright. But I'm not telling my brothers."
"You don't have to. I've already told them the plan and they love it." Sorcha smiled innocently. Jack's eyes widened until he realized she was kidding.
"You're impossible." He whispered.
"I know, but you love me anyways."
And he did.
It was Halloween night and in Detroit that meant it was freezing. Jack walked out of his front door, shooing Evelyn away from him, trying to get her to stop telling him how precious he looked. He was covered in fur, head to toe, and he felt like an idiot. Sorcha had insisted despite his protests and whatever Sorcha wanted she usually got, especially when it had anything to do with Jack. His brothers of course laughed at him for a good twenty minutes before each of them gave him a punch or two to his arm before running off into the streets of Detroit to wreak some havoc. Jack hoped no one would be able to tell who he was. He quickly made his way over to Sorcha's house and knocked loudly on the door.
"Trick or treat!" He yelled jokingly when Sorcha opened the door.
"Oh my! The first customer of the night! And what are you little boy, a sewer rat?"
"Ha-ha, very funny. I'll have you know that I am the most handsome beast in all the land. I wear all this fur just to keep the ladies from going wild!" Jack laughed hysterically at his own joke.
"That wasn't even funny."
"I know."
"Come in, my parents aren't home. They left an hour ago for some party."
"I wish we had a party to go to."
"What, am I not party enough for you?" Sorcha asked with puppy dog eyes.
"What does that even mean?"
"I don't even know. We should go before all those little bastards take the good candy." She was of course talking about the little kids trick or treating whom she saw at the moment as rivals.
"So basically we're stealing candy from all the little kids who really want it." Jack smiled at this thought.
"Whatever you need to say to make yourself feel bad-ass. Besides, it's not direct stealing and I've been looking forward to this since two years ago when I made you dress up as a pirate and you wouldn't even leave your house."
"Okay, first you made me dress up as a half naked pirate. Second, it was freezing out. Literally. And third, I would have gotten my ass kicked for sure."
"And you're not gonna get your ass kicked tonight?" Sorcha questioned.
"No because no one can tell who I am."
"I can tell who you are."
"Yeah, but you're you. That's different." Sorcha smiled at this.
"Oh well. I made some drinks for tonight." Jack suddenly turned serious.
"You don't drink."
"What are you, my father? Besides, you drink."
"Yeah but that's different." This probably wasn't the smartest thing for Jack to have said. The serious tone in jack's voice only heightened her rage.
"You are such a fucking hypocrite! I can't even believe you just said that. Is it because I'm a girl or is it because you don't want me around at your lame-ass parties? I'll fucking do what I want, Jack." She gave Jack a firm shove, as if her tiny stature could take him on. "Give me one fucking reason!" She screamed.
"You just can't okay!"
"Why not, Jackie? You at least owe me an explanation. Tell me why."
"You can't okay? Because if you do, guys are gonna take advantage of you and I can't even bare the thought of that happening. Don't you get it? Don't you get anything? You'll get hurt! Guys just look for one thing, a drunk, pretty girl. One of these days I won't be there to save you and you'll have no control over what happens to you Sorcha, Jesus Christ!" Jack sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands. "Don't you get it?" He whispered, looking up at her.
"Get what?" She questioned, he anger replaced with a feeling she couldn't describe.
"I can't let that happen. But one day it will and one day you're gonna get a boyfriend and you'll forget all about me." He felt foolish for admitting his thoughts and looked back down to the ground. Sorcha had no idea what to say. After collecting her thoughts, she took a couple steps forward and kneeled down in front of him. Tilting his face up to hers, she whispered to him.
"Even with the risk of sounding like some cheesy romance novel, I'll say it anyways. I could never forget you, Jack."
And she couldn't.
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