October brought about the beginning of the cold weather. The chill in the air made itself apparent and light jackets were pulled from the back of closets. The change was shown in the leaves on the trees as they changed from green to varying shades of warm colors, falling from the branches to haphazardly cover the ground. It really was one of the best times of the year.
The end of October brought with it a further drop in temperature, slightly heavier jackets and boots coming out of hibernation. Along with all the changes in the weather, this time of year held a certain excitement to most people. Pumpkins littered doorways, spiderwebs and all things Halloween appearing everywhere. The end of October promised a time for candy, costumes and parties, something which most people looked forward to.
Most people, except Wu Yifan.
Ever since childhood he wasn't a fan of Halloween. He never saw the draw in spending one night dressed up as some fictional character or superhero and walking door to door for hours begging strangers for candy, all to get home at the end of the night with your face wind burnt, feet throbbing, and a bag filled with pure sugar. By the time he reached high school he gave up trying to create excuses why he wouldn't go Trick or Treating with his friends, choosing to use the simple, "I'm too old for that shit.".
But this year was his senior year of high school and he wanted to spend as much time with his friends as he could before he graduated and inevitably lost contact with everyone. Keeping this sentiment in mind, Yifan decided this would be the first and only time he would throw a party on the night of Halloween, coming to the decision that it would be a "Not Halloween" party. No candy, no horrible costumes and no tacky theme. Just music, alcohol and lots of people. Lucky for those attending, Halloween fell on a Friday, which meant two full days to recover before heading back to school. And with the way Yifan's parties usually went, you'd need two full days to recover.
Planning for one of Yifan's parties pretty much consisted of hiring a DJ, buying cups and loads of alcohol and spreading the word on the date and time. You would think that would be easily within an average person's scope of accomplishments, but not for Yifan. He had to enlist the help of his friend and fellow senior, Kim Junmyeon. Yifan and Junmyeon really were polar opposites. Yifan was the star basketball player and Junmyeon was the student council president for three years in a row. Yifan was easily distracted and a mess while Junmyeon had laser focus and impeccable organization. Yifan hopped around from relationship to relationship and Junmyeon had been committed to the same guy since the end of freshmen year. Junmyeon was the perfect person to counter all of Yifan's incompetence.
With a week left until the night of the party, the DJ had been confirmed, plastic cups in an array of colors were bought, minus orange for obvious reasons, alcohol was left waiting in a stand-alone freezer in Yifan's garage and there was a buzz in the air at school with people talking about the upcoming festivities. It was an open invitation to pretty much anyone who wanted to attend; as long as you went to their school and had no beef with Yifan or his tight-knit group of friends, you were welcome to attend.
"I still don't understand why you're throwing this party. Or rather, why I'm throwing this party. You hate Halloween, yet you're having a party on the night of Halloween, without a Halloween theme." Junmyeon was walking the halls of the school, on his way back from delivering things to the front office. This was currently his free period that he spent doing student council things, and Yifan was tagging along, regardless of the fact that there was a Calculus class he should be attending instead. Despite his rather poor attendance record, Yifan kept pretty decent grades and was thus never kicked off the basketball team. Junmyeon still didn't understand how he did everything in his life so effortlessly while Junmyeon was forced to break his back to get a massive load of work done constantly, just to ensure getting into a good college where he would be forced to once again sweat and grind his way through school, only to continue the same pattern once he graduated and found a decent job to support himself for the rest of his life.
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Random One Shots
FanficBasically, I started a Christmas project a few years ago that I never finished. I have six or seven finished one shots just sitting in my documents and it would be a shame if no one ever got to read them because I'm quite fond of them. I'm sure that...
