A/N: Hey guys, I did this one in the spirit of Halloween! It may not be September but who really cares? Sorry for the slower updates, but school is now a thing and I have to split my focus. Anyways, enjoy as always!

Halloween


"Chloe, I really don't know if you should be doing this."

"Max, there is nothing you, my mom, or David can do to stop me! I am a hella independent girl who don't need no girlfriend or parentals telling me how to live my life!"

"I'm not telling you how to live your life; I am just saying wouldn't you want to stay home for the night and help Joy pass out candy? You may be a bit too old for this-"

"Stay home and pass out candy!? Too old for trick-or-treating!? What are you a 40 year old soccer mom, Max!? There is no age limit on dressing up like a badass pirate and getting loot. And by loot I mean a shit ton of sugar that you use to get yourself wired and stay up all night." Chloe exclaimed, rummaging throughout her 'fashion hole' for more attire to go along with her pirate getup that lay on her bed haphazardly.

Max stood by her bed, arms folded with an exasperated expression. "Chloe, I am just saying it may be weird to some that a 19 year old is still…you know, actively celebrating a child's holiday."

"Then they can shove a Hershey bar up their ass…Besides, I can't enjoy scary movies and I hate pumpkin flavored junk, so this is the only day I can legit enjoy during the fall." Chloe grumbled, before letting out an exclamation of excitement. "Ahah!" She shouted, pulling an item out of her closet. Max arched his brow curiously as Chloe turned to reveal a worn-out pirate hat in her hands, the infamous skull and crossbones symbol on the front of it.

"I figured you'd be dragging me to a Halloween party or some other crazy shindig, not to actually go trick-or-treating." Max stated, watching as her girlfriend slid on the black hat and posed proudly. She was such a dork. A cute dork, but a dork nonetheless.

"Nah. I can party anytime of the year, but only on one night can I dress-up and go to people's door and have them give me candy! Also, I am not dragging you anywhere. If you want to mutiny against your captain then be my guest." Chloe stated, giving a slight pout to Max before turning back to her closet.

"But it will be your loss when you don't get some of my booty.~" Chloe chimed, bending over and swaying her hips ever so slightly while 'searching' for more pirate attire. Max only rolled her eyes and looked in the opposite direction, choosing to ignore that statement and her provocative hip movement and instead change topics.

"Just don't fight with some kid over candy. I don't wanna have to pull you off some twelve year old." Chloe scoffed, standing up now and turning back to Max, placing her hands upon her hips. "What do you take me for? Some jerk who shakes down kids for their Snickers?"

"You are a pirate." Max countered, gazing back to Chloe before cracking a thin smile at the pose she was in. The way her hands rested on her hips and the questioning look with narrowed eyes made her look like a mother, excluding the pirate hate.

"You look adorable, Captain Price. Very threatening."

Chloe rolled her azure orbs and moved to her bed where the rest of her outfit was laid out. "Don't you patronize me. I don't need some hippy with a shit-eating grin to tell me I look hella awesome." Chloe cracked a smile as she looked at her outfit and then turned to Max and began to shoo her out of the room. "You have to leave, let me get dressed you perv!"

Max blinked a few times as she backed up towards the door, a perplexed look coming onto her visage as she arched a brow. "Uh, Chloe. You do realize that we are dating, right? I have seen you naked more than a handful of times. We change in front of each other all the time."

"Sorry, but only my first mate can see me undress.~" Chloe stated, having Max now pressed up against the door. "And the only way to be my first mate is to dress up with me and go trick-or-treating.~" Oh, she was playing dirty.

Max stared up, blinking a few times as she silently contemplated the offer on the table. She could see Chloe undress. On the other hand, she could preserve her self-respect and integrity. It was a rather simple choice to Max who deftly reached her arm back and twisted the doorknob, peeling the door open as she stepped forward and making Chloe step back so she could slip out.

There would be other chances to see Chloe nude.

"Sorry Che', but this sailor lost her sea legs a while ago. I'll go, but I am not dressing-up." The look on Chloe's face was one of utter shock before it quickly turned to a pout as she swiftly slammed the door closed and twisting the lock. "Fine! I don't need a first mate anyways! I am too badass to be handled!" There were a series of other inaudible grumbles and profanities Max could hear as she walked down the stairs.

After rounding the landing and sauntering into the living room she found both Joyce and David sitting upon the couch, Joyce's gaze shifting to Max as she entered the room. Joyce instantly gave a slight frown after seeing the look of defeat in Max's eyes, already able to tell the outcome of the mission she had sent Max on.

"Chloe said no didn't she?"

Max only gave a slight chuckle followed by a sheepish grin, shaking her head slowly. "Yeah, I tried but she is hellbent on getting free candy and dressing up like a pirate. I tried to persuade her not to…but you know Chloe. I'm going with her, just so I don't have to deal with her pouting and blatantly ignoring me all-night."

Joyce simply sighed and shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Sometimes the only thing you can do with Chloe is appease her…" David merely scoffed, focusing on the TV as he flicked through TV channels. "Europe appeased Hitler. See how well that ended."

Max gave a quizzical look while Joyce blinked a few times at the statement before sparing a glance back at David, arching her brow. "Are you comparing my daughter to Hitler…?" "Well, no. Probably could've worded that better…However, I believe the sentiment is the same. If we just let her do what she wants without any intervention, then she will run rampant. I don't see why we can't just make her stay home. I mean, you are her mother Joyce."

Max may not have exactly 'loved' David, but she had begrudgingly admit that he did have a fair point. If Chloe were appeased then she would just keep going. However, trying to stop her was a lot easier said than done. And Joyce felt the exact same as she parted her lips to retort.

"She is 19, David. I have control, but only so much. She is a grown woman, in all fairness. Chloe respects me but in the end, she will do whatever she wants regardless. You think I haven't tried putting my foot down? Shoot, I try to and so have you. Now you tell me just exactly how well it has gone."

David let out an exhausted sigh as he leaned his head back, running a hand slowly down his face. It was rather clear from his demeanor that he was incredibly fatigued and nowhere near to be in the mood for this. "Yeah, I see your point. I don't know. I'm too exhausted to go up there and start an argument with her. Plus I don't much care if she goes out and makes herself look like a buffoon. I only care because she isn't respecting your wishes." David finished, giving a slight frown as he spared a glance over to Joyce. Joyce instantly leaned into the male, giving a gentle smile as David reached his arm around her.

Max took that as her cue to leave, letting Joyce and David have their mushy adult-time in peace as she quietly turned and backtracked, moving to go back up stairs and try to gain access to her girlfriend's 'captain's quarters'.

After jogging up the stairs and arriving at Chloe's door, Max gently knocked a few times upon the door. "Chlo? You ready yet, it is getting dark out." "Hold on stowaway! I'll be out in a second." Chloe shouted from the other side of the door. Max folded her arms and huffed, tapping her foot. 'That nickname is unnecessary…' The slight jab hit Max harder than was probably intended as she let her mind drift back to her childhood while waiting for her punk pirate.

She actually kind of missed the days when she used to run around Arcadia Bay with Chloe, ruling over everything in sight. She missed being Chloe's first mate, she also missed being able to go out and cut loose and let her worries fade out for a little while. Plus, it was quality time she got to spend with her then best-friend. But…She was too old for this kind of stuff now, wasn't she?

Yes of course she was! She wasn't about to walk around Arcadia Bay in some pirate costume and ask for candy!

But it was candy…And the look on Chloe's face would be priceless, no pun intended.

As Max contemplated more on the subject, Chloe pulled the door open and stepped out in front of Max; knocking her out of her trance. Max's attention suddenly went to Chloe as she felt her eyes widen a bit. Replacing her typical beanie was the same pirate hat she had pulled from her closet earlier. Resting below the hat was a sort of azure fabric wrapping around her forehead, her bangs going over it. Hanging from the head-wrap were an assortment of black and blue beads tied together with string that was sewed into the head-wrap.

Covering her right eye was a crudely-made leather eye patch. Her trademark tri-bullet necklace hung around her neck and dipped in-between her undone black vest. Beneath the vest she wore with undone pseudo-gold buttons was a solid black shirt with a skull with the crossbones replaced with cutlasses. Also below the skull was sloppily written crimson text that read, "Kiss my poop deck".

Slung over her shoulder was a pillowcase, for presumably holding 'the booty'. Around her waist was a loose pair of jeans with a multiple belts buckled around to keep them firmly in place. There were also several cuts along the jeans, covered up by stitched on multi-colored cloth. To finish the costume at the bottom were Chloe's combat boots that were covered slightly by the overextended jeans.

Chloe had put far more effort into the costume than Max could have even imagined, noting that Chloe was intentionally not looking her in the eyes with her arms crossed over her chest. There was no way this was the stuff Chloe wore as a kid obviously, and Max had never seen Chloe wear any of this before in her life. She could have bought it, but it was incredibly unlikely Chloe would actually pay money for a costume. She'd probably jury-rig a costume instead, which was entirely possible.

"Um…Chloe. Where did you get…all this? Did you make this yourself?"

Chloe shifted a bit as her cheeks gained the slightest tint of pinkness. "Maybe…Fine, yeah whatever. A few weeks ago I started making an outfit with Joyce's help. She obviously didn't know it was for actual trick-or-treating, I just told her it was for a party…"

Max opened her mouth to speak but found a loss of words, only able to think. 'Wowzers, Chloe put a lot of effort into this…I'm not sure if that makes her an even cuter dork or just more of a dork.' Max's attention however snapped to something else. Peering over Chloe's shoulder, she could see more articles of clothing upon Chloe's bed.

"Hey, what are those…" Max blurted out suddenly, moving past a Chloe who refused to meet her gaze. However she knew exactly what Max was talking about and immediately coiled her arms around her and pulling her back. "Nothing!" Chloe shouted defensively.

"Wha- Hey, Let me go!" Max struggled in Chloe's vice grip, still fixated upon the attire that lay on Chloe's bed. One thing however stood out amongst the pile of fabric. It was a red and white checked bandana, one that she wore when she was a kid…When her and Chloe were pirates together.

Suddenly things began to click together and the puzzle pieces fell in place as she stopped trying to squirm out of the older teens embrace. "You made a costume for me…" Max stated, slight awe in her voice.

Chloe stopped trying to pull her away and just stood there, remaining silent. She had no idea what to say. Would Max thing she was hella lame for it? Would she silently judge her for it? Would she-

Max whirled around in Chloe's weakened hold and suddenly latched both hands around her neck and showered her with kisses and affection. Chloe blinked as Max's lips eagerly met hers, pulled away, then would kiss once again or shift to her cheek. "That is so sweet! Oh my god!"

'Chloe, you are one smooth operator. Without even trying.' Chloe however felt a slight frown cross her lips as she pulled away while another thought conjured up within her mind. "Still…I don't want to make you go, just because I made a costume…"

Max gave a slightly perplexed stare, tilting her head a bit, her doe-like eyes peering into Chloe's avoiding stare. "I…I am not following you here, Chlo."

Chloe let out a disgruntled sigh. "You're going to make me say it aren't you?" "Would you rather play charades?"

Chloe gently squeezed Max's side which she still held, narrowing her eyes. "Why do you think I didn't tell 'ya, hippie? It'd be shitty to make you feel obligated to…I didn't want to guilt-trip you into it just because I did something…Like, that isn't what good significant others do and shit…I wanted you to go because you wanted to. Shit, why are you making me say this mushy shit, Max?" Chloe whined towards the end, stomping her foot a bit like a child.

Max was silent for a few moments, before a think grin came across her freckled features as she gazed up to Chloe and stepped in closer. "I was thinking that…I wanted to create more memories. I want to make more memories with you, Chloe. Part of my problem was that I imagined dressing up and trick-or-treating by myself…I never really thought about you with me. That makes it seem more…fun and bearable. At least if I look like a huge dork, I am a dork with you. And I think…I really do want to make more memories with you Chloe. I want to do it. Not because you're guilt tripping me or anything, but because I really want to…"

Chloe's frown still remained as she slowly pulled Max a bit closer. Her hands glided up from her hips to Max's cheek as she cupped it gently and tilted it upwards so that she was only inches away from Chloe's face. "Promise?" She whispered, her hot breath brushing against Max's lips.

Chloe received her answer in the form of a long, yearning kiss from the shorter photographer who cupped her cheek in return. And just as their lips connected, it was like a switch was flipped, Max could instantly feel Chloe grin widely against her kiss as she eagerly broke away and began to gently push Max into her room.

"Come on then, hurry up and get dressed! I don't want to lose all the good candy!"

Max gently swatted at Chloe's hands, giggling as she turned and began to move towards the pirate getup. "Fine, fine, fine. I'll be out in a second." Max called as she slid off her gray hoodies and examined the articles of clothing.

"If you are insinuating that I am waiting outside, then you are mistaken. The captain can watch if she wants to.~" Chloe chimed, standing beneath the doorway with folded arms. Max let out a slight whine as she was busy peeling off her shoes and socks, gazing back to the bluenette. "That is not even fair, you perv!"

Chloe merely rolled her azures orbs with a shit-eating grin. "Uh, Max. You do realize that we are dating, right? I have seen you naked more than a handful of times. We change in front of each other all the time." Chloe mimicked Max, only to receive a glare from the brunette who slipped off her shirt.

"You're an ass." "I love you too, Maxine." Chloe watched as Max undressed, keeping track to make sure neither David or Joyce were making their way upstairs. Max wouldn't exactly be thrilled if she was seen naked by her parents, and Chloe didn't want either of them to try and dissuade Max from the awesome course she had her set on.

Chloe didn't even pay much attention to Max undressing/dressing herself, nothing that she hadn't seen before and even more intimately. Chloe was far more excited that she actually won Max over. Well, Max technically won herself over by wanting to create new memories. Either way, it was victory for Captain Chloe!

She may look like a total loser, but at least she would be one with Max. Plus at the end of the day, names don't mean anything when you have a large pillow case full of various candies and other crap. Plus, the look on David and Joyce's face when they see Max dressed up will possibly be the best part of the night.

Chloe was staring off into space with a wide smile across her features, gently adjusting the black vest that wrapped around her body. Her attention was however drawn to the sound of footsteps drawing close to her as she drifted her gaze over to Max.

"Ready to go trick-or-treating, shaka brah?" Chloe felt the urge to admonish the hipster for her words, but was too focused on the attire she wore.

The red and white checkered bandana that she wore when they were younger was tied loosely atop her head, causing her brunette bangs to go in varying directions from the bandana pulling back on them. One of Chloe's old, brown leather jackets was wrapped around Max's shoulders. It was a tad bit big on her, forcing Max to roll the sleeves up a bit so he hands weren't enveloped by the cuffs and made Chloe appreciate the height difference between the two.

Beneath the undone, leather jacket were two pieces of clothing covering Max. One was a loose-fitting white blouse that had a few buttons undone, and stood in beautiful contrast with the leather jacket. However, around her waist was something not totally undid since it required two people to properly do. Something Chloe was happy she actually spent money on. It was a matching white corset that wrapped around the area below her breasts, held in place by Max's hand.

Chloe felt like crying from just how adorable her girlfriend looked, an exuberant grin crossing her expression as she admired the knee-high leather boots that had a pair of skin-tight jeans tucked into them. She instantly latched her arms around Max and began to sway her side to side. "You look hella cute! My precious little cinnamon bun!" Chloe gushed, Max giggling at how the taller teen reacted.

"Be happy I do. How disappointing would it be if I didn't look good in a corset?" Chloe pulled away and pecked her gently on the lips as she began to turn her afterwards. "Not possible babe, you look perfect in everything. Or nothing.~" Chloe chimed as she began to do the corset.

"Tell me if it is too tight." Chloe stated as she began to move the strings through the appropriate holes. After a few minutes of bumbling with strings and a few sassy remarks, the deed was done.

"There we go, now let's get going!"

Max gave a slight chuckle as she followed after Chloe. "Aye aye, Captain."