A/N: Hello! So, another chapter. Still Halloween, and hopeful this will give you a bit more insight on the characters and thier interactions with each other. I can't wait until we get to Sections, only a few more chapters! And remember, tell me what you think!

Enjoy :)

"Halloween is just a dumb excuse for devil-worshipping kids to get away with the crap they can't do everyday," Samuel Greenaway spat as he looked out at the kids walking along the sidewalk. He leaned back in his porch chair, taking a long hit of his joint before handing it to the older gentleman to his left.

Ralph nodded in agreement, inhaling the drug deeply. He turned to his granddaughter. "Glad you grew out of that, right Einstein?" he said.

Jordan nodded, settled on the ground between her uncle and grandfather.

"You know, Jordan," her uncle began, sitting forwards and resting his elbows on his knees. "Halloween was originally used to mark the beginning of Allhallowtide, a length of time where people celebrated the dead. Halloween was supposed to revolve around the theme of using humour and ridicule to conquer death," he explained, taking one last drag on the joint before extinguishing it.

Jordan nodded. "Yes," she responded. "I knew that."

"Course you did," Ralph commented, rolling his eyes. "Is there anythin' you don't know?"

Jordan looked down, turning the eraser she had stolen from one of her classmates earlier in her hand. "I think it's impossible to know absolutely everything."

"Yeah, well, when I was overseas Halloween was like any other day, we held our guns close and hoped that today wasn't the day we were gonna die."

"Sounds boring," Jordan commented.

Ralph chuckled. "You bet your ass it was, cupcake," he replied, cackling.

"Hey, where's your mother and brother?" Samuel interrupted, obviously uninterested in another one of grandfather's war stories.

"Mother is at work," Jordan informed. "And Parker was staying late at school to get something done," she lied simply. She actually wasn't sure where her half-brother was, surely he was getting into some sort of trouble though. Especially on Halloween. Of course, Jordan wasn't going to say that. If there was anyone she was going to protect, it was going to be her older brother. Not that her uncle or grandfather would care, but her mother would, and she couldn't trust them to keep quiet.

"Parker? Staying late at school?" Ralph repeated. "Well, that sounds l-"

"Trick or treat!"

Jordan shook her head. Stupid children. Did they look like they had candy to give out? Besides...

"Fuck off!" growled Ralph, struggling to stand up and move towards the group of kids, who ran away in fear.

Jordan chuckled to herself, glancing up at her uncle. She had a feeling that was going to happen a lot tonight.

"Is this really necessary, Greg?" Sunny questioned uncomfortably, straightening the cat ears that hat been plopped on her head just minutes ago. She unfolded the pillowcase that she held in her hands. "I mean, isn't this for children?"

Greg scoffed, eyes shining brightly. "No way, you're never too old for trick-or-treating," he exclaimed. "I can't believe you've never gone before."

Sunny looked down at the dew-covered grass, nodding. "Yes, well, my father didn't like the idea," she explained, fixing the hem of her black sweater. "And I'm sure he wouldn't like this costume."

"What's wrong with being a cat?" Greg wondered, tilting his head to the side. "You're in sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt, anyways. Besides, dressing up is the best part!"

Sunny raised a brow. "And what exactly are you supposed to be?" she asked, gesturing to his worn basketball jersey.

Greg's dark eyes widened. "I'm Frank Kaminsky," he explained. "You know, Frank The Tank? Just got drafted to the Charlotte Hornets?" he continued when Sunny didn't show any recognition. "Wow. I need to get you to watch some basketball."

Sunny chuckled nervously. "I think this is enough for tonight, thank you."

Greg nodded. "I guess so," he decided with a shrug. "Well, let's get on with it then," he continued, shaking out his pillowcase and moving towards the first door and hitting it thrice with a closed fist.

Sunny glanced sideways at Greg, nerves flowing through her as she heard footsteps approaching the door. "Greg," she said quickly, panicked.

"It's okay," Greg assured softly as the door opened, grinning at the older lady inside. "Trick-or-treat!" he called loudly, elbowing Sunny who followed with the same, unsure sentiment.

The elder lady grinned at the two teens, grabbing handfuls of candy and passing it to them with slightly shaky hands. "Oh, good evening. Aren't you two cute," she commented sweetly.

Sunny blushed as the candy was dropped into her bag. "Thank you very much," she murmured in response.

"Oh, you're welcome, dear," the lady said with a grin, stepping back into her house. "Have a good night."

"Thanks!" Greg replied brightly, closing his bag and hopping off of the step. He moved back towards the sidewalk, running a hand through his short hair. "What did you think?" he asked, turning to Sunny, who had followed him away.

Sunny glanced back at the house and then to Greg. She could feel herself grinning, and for the first time in a while all of the stress she carried just melted out of her. "Great," she replied truthfully. "Next house?"

Greg grinned, grabbing her hand and pulling her along. "Let's go!"

"Ooh, popcorn," Ashleigh cooed with a grin, reaching her hands out and grabbing at the bowl.

"Grabby," Sabrina chided playfully as she settled on the bed next to her best friend, chuckling. She passed the other girl the popcorn bowl. "So," she said, hugging a fluffy pink pillow, "what do you want to watch first?"

Ashleigh shrugged, sifting through the DVDs piled upon the bed. She plucked one out and held it up for Sabrina to examine. "How about this?"

A small grin spread over Sabrina's face. "Halloweentown?" she questioned with a raised brow, stifling a giggle.

"What?" Ashleigh questioned incredulously. "It's a great movie! Come on, you always wanted to watch it when we were kids."

Sabrina laughed, nodding. It was true, she was always asking to watch that movie on their yearly Halloween movie nights. It was a classic.

The door opened slowly, spilling light into the darkened room. "Aw, there's my girls," cooed Amy Mallory, smiling at the two. "You girls need anything?"

Sabrina shook her head. "No thanks, mom," she said,

"No thank you, Amy," Ashleigh responded with a grin.

"Well, you know you can come find me if you need anything," Amy assured, smiling kindly at the two girls before turning and exiting the room. "Enjoy your movies," she called over her shoulder as the door closed.

"So," Ashleigh began, turning back to her best friend. "Halloweentown?" she tried again.

Sabrina laughed, nodding. "Give me that," she said, grabbing the DVD and putting it in her laptop. She had a feeling that their next movie was going to be Halloweentown 2, and she honestly could not complain one bit.

"Why are we at the school?" Perry questioned, turning and raising a brow at Liz as the walked towards Westbank High.

Liz shrugged. "Is this not okay?' she asked, somewhat nervous. She often did tings like this, but it was different with someone else here, different with Perry.

"It's fine," Perry assured noncommittally, shrugging her shoulders. "I just spend five days a week here, I'd rather not spend any more time," she explained.

"Don't ya trust me?" Liz questioned with a small grin, turning and leading the other girl away before she could answer.

Moving around to the back of the school, Elizabeth moved carefully through the dark, Perry sauntering easily beside her. Once the reached the back, Liz ducked under a set of chains and moved closer to the actual building, not checking to see if Perry was following her. Not that she had to worry, the other girl was right behind her, following with little protest.

Soon, Liz reached a small, rusted service ladder that lead to the top of the roof. She reached up, yanking it down so she was able to place her foot on the bottom rung. "You coming?" she questioned.

Perry raised a brow. "I'm not the one who stopped," she replied.

Liz rolled her eyes fondly, turning back and placing her hands on the cold metal bars. She climbed the rickety ladder to the top, stumbling off and onto the roof.

"You are going to fall and break your neck," Perry called from behind her, gracefully slipping onto the roof.

"It's not my fault it's dark," Liz mumbled. "You are the one who wanted to meet so late...why, by the way?'

Perry pulled her jacket closer to her body, ignoring the question. "What are we doing up here anyways?" she wondered

"One sec," Liz called, moving slowly around the roof, knees bent as to not trip again. She ran her hands along the top, grinning once she found what she was looking for, turning to grin at Perry. "Ah-ha!"

Perry raised a brow. "Toilet paper? Really?" she questioned incredulously. She shook her head, chuckling. "You are such a child, Elizabeth."

Liz's grin quickly turned into a frown. "Oh," she mumbled. "Well, yeah, we can just do something else if..."

Perry laughed again, the sound caught in the wind. ""Elizabeth," she said, effectively cutting the redhead off. She held out her hand. "Toss me a roll."

"Levi, where the hell are we going?" Shay asked sharply, following the older boy through the darkened streets.

"You said you wanted to party and get drunk, right?" Levi snapped, not even looking behind him as he moved off the main road and onto a dirt pathway.

Shay crossed her arms over her chest, cold in the minimal clothing she was wearing. "Yes," she grumbled.

"Well then shut up and be patient," Levi shot back, pushing through some brush.

Shay opened her mouth to give a sharp retorted, but paused as he heard something in the distance. Music. She looked ahead as the dirt path opened into a large field, and in the centre there were large tents set up, music blaring from inside them. She could smell booze and smoke and everything she had wanted for tonight. Shay smiled.

Levi paused, looking over at the girl. "Happy now?" he wondered sarcastically.

"Fuck off, Levi," Shay snapped as she moved past him and towards the party, but her voice didn't hold as much venom as usual. She made her way through the tall grass, cheeks flushing as she got closer and closer to the party, to the alcohol, and to the prospect of forgetting her life around her.