Chapter 19: Halloween Tricks
Author's Note: You know what I love about fanfiction over actual books? Well, there are actually A LOT of reasons, but right now I'm thinking of one thing: The fact that us writers know how the readers feel, and what they want. To be honest, I was going to make Sam and Freddie go right back to Freddie's house after this, but I got some reviews saying that they shouldn't go back, at least just yet, and if that's what you want. This will be a Halloween chapter (yes, it will be Halloween time for them too, although Halloween passed for us). It's gonna put twists in the plot that I wasn't going to add before, but now I'm glad. :D Hope you guys had a great Halloween!
P.S. Crazylady, I liked the idea you had in your review, but I've actually set the future for this fanfiction already and that just might not fit. I was going to inbox you... but you don't have an account! Haha, but if you get an account we can talk about it and maybe I'll make a story or one- or two-shot about it!
P.S.S. Thanks omgwtfEmily for the info on iStart A Fanwar but I already saw the second promo :p I stalk Dan on youtube and blogspot. Haha so yeah.
P.S.S.S. Sorry for the really long author's note, but here's the thing. I'm planning to a new Seddie story called iEmotions. I was going to start it after this story ended, but iGet Kicked Out won't end before iStart A Fanwar. My problem with THAT is that I'm sure a bunch of Seddie stuff is going to happen in iStart A Fanwar, which is awesome, but the way that iEmotions is is set in the way that Sam and Freddie are together now. So if something big happens between Sam and Freddie in iStart A Fanwar, I can't start a new fanfic after that already happens. (You follow? :p) So, I'm probably going to start the story before iStart A Fanwar, so like, what do you guys think? I'll tell you guys what it's about next chapter, and maybe you guys could try reading it if I post it before then :). Thanks for reading this boring thing. Now read! :D
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Freddie lightly touched the "End Call" button on his cell phone. We were still sitting and leaning against the side of the tent. It seemed to be silent for a few seconds, as Freddie stared at his cell phone and I breathed slowly, looking around and wondering if he was considering what Carly said.
And then he finally spoke. "What are you thinking?" he asked softly.
I turned to him. He was still looking at his phone, but when I looked at him, he looked back.
"That you should go home and I should move to Canada and live a happy life on my own," I said with a completely straight face.
"Sam..." Freddie looked at me. I frowned at him. He probably knew I didn't want him to go. But he probably knew even more that there was no way I'd go back. Not yet.
Freddie seemed to completely disregard the idea of going home. He wasn't going to even try anymore. "You know," he said, "it's Halloween." He let out a small grin.
"I know," I chuckled.
There were a few seconds of silence, until I had the most amazing idea, I swear a lightbulb could've appeared over my head. I mean, honestly, anyone could think of the idea but Freddie and I were so caught up in the mess we were in that we didn't even think about it.
"We should go trick-or-treating!" I exclaimed.
Freddie laughed. "And what would our costumes be? Homeless teens?"
"No," I chuckled. "It would work; we're wrecks, but we should fit in and not seem suspicious."
"Well how are we supposed to get costumes now? It's Halloween today and we only have a hundred dollars. And that's supposed to be for food and emergencies only!"
"Freddork," I said, rolling my eyes. "Can't you see? If we trick-or-treat for long enough, we could get more candy for free than we would buy for a hundred dollars... and we'd just spend some money on some cheap costumes. We'd still have some cash left!"
Freddie smirked a little. "You're serious about this?"
"Yeah!" I exclaimed. "There's a costume store right nearby. It's the late morning or early afternoon, so there's still gonna be some reject costumes there!"
"Reject costumes," Freddie chuckled and rolled his eyes, as if he wasn't serious about this idea.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" I said excitedly. "And I'm supposed to be the pessimistic one here! Lighten up!"
Freddie looked into my eyes. "You know, I haven't trick-or treated for a couple years now, but..."
"But?" I grinned.
"But," he said, smiling, "I'll trick-or treating with you if the costumes aren't too expensive."
"They won't be," I grinned. "Awesome! I'll go to the costume store and buy both of us costumes. You stay here."
"Why?" he asked.
"For all we know your mom could be putting up fliers with your face. It's a big possibility. They could recognize you, but not me. Okay?"
"Okay," Freddie said, handing me the money, "pick out something good." Freddie smirked. "Please don't get me a dorky costume."
"Nah, I want you to have a costume that would really disguise you," I said. "You're a dork everyday, we might as well let you be something different today."
I saw Freddie smirk and roll his eyes before I stepped out of the tent, zipped it up, and walked over to the costume store.
I walked into the costume store to see a bored-looking dark-skinned woman with a high ponytail sitting by the counter. She was probably bored because not a lot of people come to the costume store on Halloween day. Most people like to buy their costumes way in advance.
Her face brightened up when she saw me. She stood up straight and gave me a big white-toothed smile. "Hi, welcome to Party Forever Store! All of our Halloween costumes are at a discount today. My name is Victoria. How my I help you?" She stepped out from behind the counter and stood in front of me, seeming restless because she had nothing else to do.
"You guys got any Halloween costumes left?" I asked.
"A few, but..." She stepped out of her enthusiasm for a moment. "You do know Halloween is today, right?"
"I'm aware," I muttered.
"Okay!" Victoria exclaimed enthusiastically again. "Well, how many costumes are you hoping to buy?"
"Two. One for me, and another for a guy my age."
"Alright! So you two are probably hoping to look in the teenage or adults costumes. You could probably fit into either. I'm sorry that we don't have many costumes left, so I'll just give you the choices. For boys in teenage costumes, we have a green power-ranger costume, and a spiderman costume. We have the power-rangers one in all sizes, but the spiderman one in only extra large." She showed me pictures of both of the costumes.
I snickered, imagining Freddie in either of the costumes. "Well, it's tempting," I said quietly. "But uh, no. He'd kill me if I got him the power-rangers one... or attempt to kill me. And the spiderman one wouldn't fit him."
"Oh, alright, well for girls for teenagers, the only costume we have left is a fairy princess costume." She gave me an awkward grin, as if she knew that that was the last costume I'd ever wear.
"Do I look like I'd wear that?" I rolled my eyes. "Show me the adults' costumes."
"Alright," she smiled. "For men, we have no costumes left, sorry. But for women, we have sexy cop, sexy pirate, and sexy sailor."
"That's it?" I asked angrily.
"Yeah," Victoria said, wincing a bit.
"Why does everything have to be sexy these days?" I asked, annoyed. I sighed. "Well, sorry. I guess I'll have to look somewhere else."
"Wait, there's one more costume," Victoria grinned. "There is a couple costume for adults. It seems like it could be your size."
"A couple costume?" I asked. "Like... a costume for couples?"
"Uh... yeah," Victoria said, seeming scared that I'd reject it again.
"What is it?" I asked.
"The man is a devil, and the woman is an angel," she said, showing me the package of the costume with the picture in the front. It was in Freddie and my sizes. I looked up at her, giving her a small smile. "How much is it?"
"This is so ironic," Freddie laughed as we started walking on the sidewalk to trick-or treat. We were both in our costumes, and they'd fit right. We changed into our costumes in bathrooms at some fast-food restaurant, and we ate a little cheap, fried and yummy food. We also washed our faces and all in the bathroom. Now I had enough energy to trick-or treat the night away with Freddie, in our couple costume.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Sam. You're in an angel costume and I'm in a devil costume," Freddie chuckled.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I joked with a grin. We were using the bags of each of our costumes for our trick-or-treating bags. The costumes came in the same box, but when you open the box there are two bags in there: One for my costume, and one for his.
Freddie and I went house to house, block to block, street to street, filling up our bags with so much candy and chocolate. We ate, talked, and laughed all along the way.
"I guess this is dinner tonight," Freddie laughed as we brought our now heavy bags to the next house. "I'm getting tired, though. And it's getting dark. We should head back, go to the houses we missed on our way back."
"Yeah, sounds good," I grinned. We walked up to the porch of a light brown house. Three young kids were just walking away from the house, and I noticed that they got these giant chocolate bars from her. Giant.
"Yes! Jackpot!" I exclaimed, grinning. The person at this house was handing out huge candy. I rang the doorbell. A tall woman with a cheerful smile, pale skin and short light brown hair answered the door. She flinched a bit when we saw us, as if something about us surprised her. I shrugged it off.
"Hi, kids! Sorry, I just ran out of my candy," she said.
I frowned angrily.
"But," she said cheerfully, "I've got a whole other bag in the kitchen! Be right back."
I grinned widely. My eyes followed her into the kitchen, and then I saw something that surprised me on a milk carton she had on the counter. Luckily I have good eyes, so I looked closer onto the milk carton and that's when I saw.
I saw Freddie's face on the milk carton.
Freddie's mom posted Missing Child ads on milk cartons.
"Freddie!" I whispered, quickly nudging him and pointing to the milk carton.
Freddie squinted a bit, looking at the milk carton, when he saw the Missing ad of himself. He looked at me, wide-eyed.
"Run!" I exclaimed. "Then hide! Maybe she didn't notice."
"Okay!" Freddie exclaimed. He started running, then he turned around. "Aren't you coming?"
"In a sec, but I want a giant chocolate bar from her. I'll meet you there."
Freddie nodded, then ran.
I wondered why it was taking the lady so long to find her other bag of candy. I then heard quiet, faded speaking in the house. I listened closely.
"Hi, 9-1-1? Yes, I've seen news about a missing sixteen-year-old boy, Fredward Benson... right. Him. Well, I think he just came to my house to trick-or treat."