I LOVE YOU – HALLOWEEN (PART 1 BECAUSE I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO WRITE MORE, WORK EMERGENCY)
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- Sarah Michelle Gellar: Best Looks, Astrid suggests.
- Astrid, stop with her. She is not that popular anymore; nobody will get our look.
- Powerpuff Girls?
- We're only 2.
- I don't like this kind of energy! Suggest something instead of just saying no, she grumbles.
- Harry Potter?
- Yeah! Great idea if we were 14! She rolls her eyes. This is Sadie's Halloween party!
- I don't get how Sadie still throws college parties when she graduated 2 years ago...
- Because she is the queen of Halloween parties! Now, find a good idea that allows me to be a whore and wear nice shoes.
Sadie Rosenberg. Left uni 3 years ago after retaking each of the years twice to stay here longer. Sadie Rosenberg, the legend of the campus. Her parties are the type everybody will talk about it. This Halloween, the theme is "It's an all-girls party, clothes are optional". The bar is set high.
Tom's eyebrows disappeared from his face when he saw the theme. You already agreed you would go to different parties for Halloween but the clothing part of your party made him stutter.
- Greek mythology? You suggest
- No, we don't play with mythology. You never know what could happen.
- See? You are the bad vibe now.
- What about pirates? We both have knee-high boots. You could borrow shirts from Tom and I could get us corsets?
- Isn't it a bit too common? You worry you don't want to be a pirate among 100 others.
- If you did not want a common costume, we should have picked it earlier than the day before! She attacks
- Right. You agree, let's go for pirates.
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You are at Tom's to pick up shirts. The party is tonight. He and Bill picked Batman VS Superman costumes. They are going to a frat boy party, and lots of people have been talking about it in the corridors. It was either Sadie's or Lambda's party being gossiped about this week.
- How come you have only one good shirt? You go through Tom's wardrobe.
- Do I look like I wear suits very often? Tom teases
He is right. You only saw him wear a suit once, and it was for a wedding. You could bet he would wear his usual baggy clothes to Awards ceremonies...
- I'm supposed to get another one for Astrid, you whine.
- Go ask Bill. I think he might have one, Tom suggests.
You execute and knock on Bill's door. Once in, you notice the Batman suit on the bed. Tom is Batman too. You hide your laugh; you can feel the argument coming. One of them was supposed to be Superman.
You dig in his wardrobe and finally find a second shirt.
- Can I borrow it?
- Young lady, if there is a stain on this shirt, I'll kill you.
- Okay, you laugh.
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- Can you help me with my hair? You ask Tom.
- Hum... My knowledge is limited to dreads, braids and combing.
- And that's exactly what I need!
- What do you want? He gets into a professional mood, like a real hairdresser.
- See Jack Sparrow's hair? That's the goal.
Tom checks the time on his phone and shakes his head.
- We will never have time. Can you do a ponytail?
- Can you comb my hair first? You love when someone else combs your hair, it's the best feeling.
He grabs your hairbrush from your bag and starts combing. He is incredibly gentle with tangles. You feel like you are enjoying a SPA Day.
- Who are you going to be tonight? You want to laugh a bit.
- Batman, he focuses on your hair.
- And Bill?
- Superman.
- Yeah, that's what I thought, you smile.
- Can you do your ponytail now?
You do a high one, leaving 4 strands of hair free: 2 on your forehead and 2 small ones behind your ears. He backcombs your hair and you start getting worried, this is so hair damaging! But he looks confident in his work, so you pretend you don't care.
- What are the rules for tonight?
- I'd say no kissing. He starts.
- Not even Astrid?
- I'll never understand this feminine urge to kiss your friends at parties... He sighs.
- You're seriously missing something, you chuckle.
- Astrid is fine then. Charlotte too if you want.
- Thank you. What about games?
- If we really can't escape it or have to drink too much, I guess it's alright? He proposes.
- But no tongue. And less than 3 seconds. Just a peck. You add.
- Fine by me. He agrees. Alarm word?
- I broke my nail.
- I don't care about your nail, he replies.
- That's what I'll send you in case of emergency. I broke my nail, you repeat.
- Aaaah. Too girly for me. I'd go for Bill has eaten an apple.
- What if he really ate an apple? You ask
- Then it would really be an emergency.
- Bedtime?
- 5 am at your place?
- I'd rather 4, 5 is pretty late, I think.
- Yes, you are right.
- One call or a text every hour? You propose.
- You sound like my mom, he laughs. But okay.
You trust Tom but you don't trust the people at his party. A text every hour would at least reassure you he is not stuck with some hoe. Even if he doesn't need an hour to do the job, but you trust him. You know he wouldn't do this to you. He came up with the no-kisses rule first. Now that you are thinking about it, isn't it a bit suspicious? He knows you are at a girls-only party only. He is the one in a mixed party.
- 3 am. At my place.
- Why this sudden change of mind? He is still taking care of your hair.
- Because I'm feeling tired and I'd like to be sure you are home when I fall asleep, you lie.
You bite your lips, a bit anxious. Everything should be just fine, right? You are going to call him every hour, just to be sure. And also text the boys, just in case. They would tell you if Tom messed up, right? No, they didn't tell Anna... What if you are the new version of Anna?
- What if I come with you rather than going to Sadie's? You propose. Only girls at a party may create drama, I'm not in the mood for drama, you try to justify.
- I thought you said we need to have our own life and do separate things. He replies.
- You don't want me to come? That's it, you are freaking out.
- I'd love for you to come babe, but you said it yourself, we need to have separate fun sometimes.
That's not what you want to hear. Yes, indeed you said that. You think that you and Tom should enjoy time on your own with your friends but tonight? No. You start biting your nail, a terrible habit you do when getting too nervous.
- Okay, what's wrong? He patiently asks, putting the scrunchie in your hair.
- Nothing, you lie.
- Nothing like when you say you have nothing to wear? He teases, trying to cheer you up.
You laugh. It works.
- Yeah, this type of nothing. You smile and touch your hair. Wow, what have you done to my hair? It feels like a brick! You change the topic.
- I did a braid made of tiny other braids; he shrugs his shoulder.
- That's not very pirate, isn't it?
He rolls his eyes and reminds you that you are not a real pirate anyway. He helps you do your makeup the same way Bill usually does his and you are now ready. You just have to get changed but you are waiting for Astrid to come over for this.
You try to relax. This is Tom. He doesn't have any reason to cheat on you, does he? It is just a party, like the one you are attending too. Nothing to worry about. At least that's what you hope.
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