“Me,” Andre says amusedly.
“What do you want?”
“Just to remind you about the party.”
Party? “I thought we’re trick or treating?” I ask incredulously.
“Change of plans. Party is much more fun.”
“What party?!”
“A Halloween party,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “No costume, no entry.”
“What?” I almost shout at him.
“That hurts,” he mutters. And I can imagine him shaking his head.
“Where in the world is the venue of your party?”
“My place.”
“What about Auntie?” I ask doubtfully,
“She’s fine with it,” he answers bemusedly. “Besides, she has a business meeting out of town.”
I groan. Ever since I became friends with Pie, I’ve never been to parties anymore.
“Can you come by and help me with the preparation?” he asks.
“Preparation?”
“Yeah. You know,“ he says exasperatedly, “you can’t really call it a party without decorations because it will be boring and plain.”
“And when did you get those?” I inquire, raising my eyebrow even though he can’t see me.
“A few days ago.”
“Why are you just telling me now?”
“It slipped from my mind,” he says sheepishly.
Andre! “What about the food?”
“I hired a catering service,” he says proudly. “And alcohol is forbidden. I don’t want the house to smell of vomit.”
“When do you need me?”
“Now.”
Sighing, I say, “Okay. See you in a few.”
“Thanks bro!”
“Yeah, yeah.” And then I hung up, planning to get ready.
What am I going to wear?
An idea suddenly pops into my head. Why didn’t I think of that earlier?
After searching for my costume and putting all the necessary things in my bag, I head downstairs to find my mom. She’s in the kitchen, cooking what I smell like beef steak. My stomach grumbles at the sight of food.
“Mom,” I say, “I’m going out.”
“Where?” she inquires, looking up from chopping onions.
“At Andre’s. He needs help.”
She smiles affectionately and says, “You’re a good friend.”
“I try to be,” I murmur, too low for her to hear.
“Are you sleeping here tonight?”
“I’m not sure,” I answer. “I’ll just call you.”
“Okay,” she replies, concern written all over her face.
“Goodbye Mom.”
“Take care!”
“Thanks!”
Then I walk outside the house and get inside my car. After a few minutes, I arrive at Andre’s.
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