urban legend,” Sally huffed. “I don’t care, anyway. Someone dares to threaten you then they have to come through me first.”
Before my brain could stop me, I leaned in and gave Sally a kiss. It wasn’t a slow-motion, romance-driven, hormone-raging meeting of the lips as much as it was a thank you card rendered in flesh. When I pulled away, Sally’s face registered pure, unadulterated bliss.
I may have crossed a line.
Just as it looked like Sally was about to mouth ‘I love you’, I slapped her on the arm and said, “We better get to class before the tardy bell strikes us down.”
six | red-headed angel
Halloween had its own smell – it was candy corn, piles of raked leaves, and spiced pumpkin. Our house was always thick with it and I loved every whiff I could suck into my nose.
Sally arrived at four-thirty, already in costume. When I opened the door, my eyes threatened to explode from their sockets.
Sally was a video game nerd. Her latest fascination was Lollipop Chainsaw . The game was the prototypical first-person shooter, only the protagonist of the game was a chainsaw-wielding high-school teen, wearing the tiniest of miniskirts and the tightest of midriff-baring baby-doll tee shirts. Sally had warned me her costume would turn some heads and send young boys into an early puberty. I was glad I’d already gone through the change, otherwise it would have started the second I opened the door to reveal Sally in what had to be the best costume in the history of costumes.
“ Wow.” I stood, nearly drooling in the doorway.
“ You like?”
How could I not? There was more flesh before me than I’d ever seen outside of movies and the occasional glance at my dad’s porn.
“ Y-y-yes,” I could feel the blush overtaking the flesh of my cheeks.
“ OMG. The yard looks amazing. Big Daddy looks real. I cannot wait to see the kid’s faces when they behold the glory that is the Maskey wonderland of doom.” Sally spoke as she stepped into the house. “Your mom and dad are gonna freak about my costume aren’t they?”
Before I could answer, Mom came into the room and gave Sally a long, hard look. “ Wow,” Mom started. “I didn’t realize they made costumes in size ‘extra slutty’,” mom said, laughing. “That’s quite the outfit, Sally.”
Dad walked in, took one look, turned, and fled the room. We held our tongues and our laughter for as long as we could.
Mom was the first to speak up. “ Sally, I might have to borrow that costume sometime soon.”
“ Mom,” I whined. “I could have gone my entire life without hearing that.”
“ Can you blame her,” asked Sally.
I grabbed Sally by the arm and snatched up the bucket of candy. “We’ll hand out the goods from the porch.”
As I turned to shut the door, I noticed a smile on Mom’s face I hadn’t seen in a very long time. There was something to dig for at a later date. I had a feeling I wouldn’t have to dive in too deep before I discovered it was yet another plot she’d hatched to get me and Sally together. Mom was shameless about her affinity for Sally.
“ Okay, that was the cutest thing I have ever seen. I swear your dad blushed before he ran out of the room.”
“ How could he not? Sal, you’re smokin’ hot in that.”
It was Sally’s turn to blush.
“ I’m glad you finally noticed.”
My lips sealed shut. I wanted to assure her there was no doubting my attraction to her. Thankfully my brain stopped my mouth short and quickly redirected my thoughts. I pulled my phone from my pocket. “T-Minus thirty-nine minutes until Gaultier.”
Sally grinned, wide and dangerous. “Are you about ready to pee your pants?”
“ Actually, I do believe I just did. And I liked it, thank you very much.”
It was Sally’s turn to look me up and down. “You have to explain your costume, Scott. I don’t get it.”
Normally, for me, Halloween was about going crazy with the costume finery. This year, however, we were