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Shelby opened my closet door just wide enough to slip her body in, and she stuck her head outside. “We’re getting pretty, so you’ll just have to wait as long as it takes.”
“Uh, you’re zombies,” Ash said with a laugh. “I don’t expect either one of you to be pretty.”
That was kind of the point of tonight. For the first part of the night, we were attending a Halloween party at the track that was mostly for little kids. Ash, Shelby, and I would hand out candy with Molly and then head off to a real Halloween party later in the night. I’d only lived in Mixon since the summer, and all of my friends were motocross people. But some local guy and his friends, none of whom raced at the track, were throwing this party so we decided to check it out.
I’d never been to a Halloween party, or any party really, but I’d seen enough movies to know that girls dress as sexy as possible for stuff like this. Shelby had no intentions of following in this tradition, and I was too nervous that I wouldn’t be able to pull it off, so we went with the zombie idea. I wore ripped up cutoff jean shorts smeared with fake blood and a white tank top also covered in blood. A fake slimy intestine I’d bought at the Halloween store hung out of my back pocket for extra grossness. Shelby and I took turns leaving blood handprints on our legs and arms, and after an hour of makeup and messy-hair styling, we looked like we’d not only been taken down quickly in the apocalypse, but that we’d been zombies for some time.
I helped Shelby pin a severed ear into her hair and then we packed up the makeup and fake blood. All of our work was done and we were ready to go, but I hesitated. I wanted to see Ash because I was crazy about him, but I was also nervous that he’d take one look at me and decide he’d rather have the sexy Halloween pin-up girl instead. I was always second-guessing myself around him.
Ash was the best. He was kind and considerate and of course, gorgeous. He’d forgiven me for royally screwing up things with Ryan last summer, and he never said a word about it or held it over my head. I should have been happy, and I was most of the time. Yet even with all of the romantic dates between his racing schedule and the stolen kisses in the driveway, I was still absolutely petrified that he’d get bored with me and want someone else. Someone better.
Fate has a cruel way of giving you exactly what you want, only to leave you worrying that you’ll lose it forever.
In the end, I finally mustered up the energy to emerge from my closet, and Ash made a big deal about how horrendously perfect his sister and I looked as zombies.
The party was held in a barn that had been repurposed as a guest house, but like, if your guests were people you hated. It was huge and had an open floor plan. The crappy little kitchen was built out of discount cabinetry, was full of stuff they probably bought in the clearance aisle at a Home Depot. The furniture was falling apart, smelled like livestock and was probably fifty years old. I didn’t even want to know what the bathroom looked like, so I made sure I didn’t drink much that I would have to find out.
Shelby met up with Jake as soon as we arrived, and they disappeared into the crowd of people. Ash held my hand as we wove our way through the party, saying hello to people we knew. We weren’t drinking and mostly everyone else was, so in a way it felt like we were the only two people here. Ash was dressed as Dracula, with a cape his mother had sewn and those plastic vampire teeth that never really stay in place when you talk. Ash fielded a ton of questions about why he didn’t dress like Bob Marley because of the dreads. After about the fifth time I heard him answer, “Who the hell is Bob Marley?” I pulled him aside.
“You know who Bob Marley is, right?” I asked.
He looked toward the unfinished roof and let out a long breath. “Yeah. I’m just sick of being compared to him
Shelby opened my closet door just wide enough to slip her body in, and she stuck her head outside. “We’re getting pretty, so you’ll just have to wait as long as it takes.”
“Uh, you’re zombies,” Ash said with a laugh. “I don’t expect either one of you to be pretty.”
That was kind of the point of tonight. For the first part of the night, we were attending a Halloween party at the track that was mostly for little kids. Ash, Shelby, and I would hand out candy with Molly and then head off to a real Halloween party later in the night. I’d only lived in Mixon since the summer, and all of my friends were motocross people. But some local guy and his friends, none of whom raced at the track, were throwing this party so we decided to check it out.
I’d never been to a Halloween party, or any party really, but I’d seen enough movies to know that girls dress as sexy as possible for stuff like this. Shelby had no intentions of following in this tradition, and I was too nervous that I wouldn’t be able to pull it off, so we went with the zombie idea. I wore ripped up cutoff jean shorts smeared with fake blood and a white tank top also covered in blood. A fake slimy intestine I’d bought at the Halloween store hung out of my back pocket for extra grossness. Shelby and I took turns leaving blood handprints on our legs and arms, and after an hour of makeup and messy-hair styling, we looked like we’d not only been taken down quickly in the apocalypse, but that we’d been zombies for some time.
I helped Shelby pin a severed ear into her hair and then we packed up the makeup and fake blood. All of our work was done and we were ready to go, but I hesitated. I wanted to see Ash because I was crazy about him, but I was also nervous that he’d take one look at me and decide he’d rather have the sexy Halloween pin-up girl instead. I was always second-guessing myself around him.
Ash was the best. He was kind and considerate and of course, gorgeous. He’d forgiven me for royally screwing up things with Ryan last summer, and he never said a word about it or held it over my head. I should have been happy, and I was most of the time. Yet even with all of the romantic dates between his racing schedule and the stolen kisses in the driveway, I was still absolutely petrified that he’d get bored with me and want someone else. Someone better.
Fate has a cruel way of giving you exactly what you want, only to leave you worrying that you’ll lose it forever.
In the end, I finally mustered up the energy to emerge from my closet, and Ash made a big deal about how horrendously perfect his sister and I looked as zombies.
The party was held in a barn that had been repurposed as a guest house, but like, if your guests were people you hated. It was huge and had an open floor plan. The crappy little kitchen was built out of discount cabinetry, was full of stuff they probably bought in the clearance aisle at a Home Depot. The furniture was falling apart, smelled like livestock and was probably fifty years old. I didn’t even want to know what the bathroom looked like, so I made sure I didn’t drink much that I would have to find out.
Shelby met up with Jake as soon as we arrived, and they disappeared into the crowd of people. Ash held my hand as we wove our way through the party, saying hello to people we knew. We weren’t drinking and mostly everyone else was, so in a way it felt like we were the only two people here. Ash was dressed as Dracula, with a cape his mother had sewn and those plastic vampire teeth that never really stay in place when you talk. Ash fielded a ton of questions about why he didn’t dress like Bob Marley because of the dreads. After about the fifth time I heard him answer, “Who the hell is Bob Marley?” I pulled him aside.
“You know who Bob Marley is, right?” I asked.
He looked toward the unfinished roof and let out a long breath. “Yeah. I’m just sick of being compared to him
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