Halloween Thing

Summary: Halloween really is a scary thing. Especially when you have someone with questionable taste in costumes picking them out for you.

Sometimes he wondered about the meanings behind Halloween and why it was so important that a person dress up and act like a complete idiot. They wore costumes like it was the most important thing in the world and sometimes he felt that maybe he'd lucked out in that most of his memories as a kid running around from house to house were as fuzzy as they were. Honestly. He didn't need to remember sprinting from house to house with a plastic container dangling from one air as his mother laughed and his father gasped for breath with hands on bent knees as he grinned a gap-toothed smile and begged for candy. Seriously. He was entirely too old for this whole Halloween thing.

Although someone had apparently forgotten to tell Mikaela.

"You're insane." The words tumbled from his mouth as he stared wide-eyed at the costume a beaming Mikaela was holding out to him. "You are abso-fragging-lutely insane and we should get Ratchet to commit you."

"And what's wrong with it?" Mikaela demanded, her blue eyes flashing with warning as her hand holding the costume slowly fell to her side with the costume falling to the floor. "It took me forever to pick it out for you so the least you could is say thank you!"

"I'm sorry," Sam snapped as he suppressed the urge to shudder, "I wasn't aware that you were supposed to thank people after a psychotic episode!"

"You promised that you would go with me to the party, Sam." Mikaela stalked back to her closet, the doors being slammed violently against the wall as she shuffled some clothing to the side before pulling out another outfit and throwing it on the bed. "That," she hissed, "is my costume. It is a costume party and if we're going together then it only makes sense that we match!"

"Oh, so the wig is yours then?"

"No!" Mikaela huffed, her hands on her hips as she glared at the other teen sitting in her desk chair. "The wigs are for both of us."

"What?" Jerking backwards in surprise, Sam winced as he landed on his back on the floor his hands clinging protectively to his braid. "You said it was just a costume!"

Leaning down to pick up the discarded costume from the floor, Mikaela shook her head. "The people we're dressing up as have blonde hair and I didn't spend all that time trying to find us costumes that went well together just so you could screw it all up by being afraid of a stupid wig!"

"I'm not scared of a wig." Sam replied mutinously as he continued to eye the costume as though it would suddenly display sentience before attempting to eat him. "I just don't see why you have to make me wear the costume and a wig when it's just a party."

"Will and Sarah are going to the same party." Rolling her eyes as she laid the costume out on the bed alongside the other one, Mikaela ignored the sounds of rhythmic thumping from behind her. "And since we're going to the same party I told Sarah that we'd catch a ride with them."

Lifting an arm to cover his eyes as he stopped banging his head against the floor, Sam groaned. "But. Why do I hear a but? Why is there always a fragging but?"

Kneeling down to reach under her bed with one hand, Mikaela turned back to face Sam with a vibrant smile and two orange, pumpkin shaped objects dangling from her hand. "We get to go trick or treating with Annabelle."