What will come of Halloween with a Traitor?
For this musical story, I’m taking inspiration from Party People by Florida Georgia Line!
Halloween with a Traitor
I expected to find you there. The crowd of Party People grew and the noise of the techno music rang in my ears. I squeezed my way through to make it to the other side of the room. I smelled sweat and alcohol no matter which way I turned. The only saving grace was your beautiful smile and sparkling eyes.
“Do I look like Superman?” I yelled over the thumping base.
“Excuse me?” You looked at me with confused eyes but your hand brushed against mine. I knew you felt the connection too.
“My costume,” I said, “I made it myself. Do you like it?”
“It’s great,” you said hesitantly. I loved how you played hard to get, like you didn’t recognize me from last year’s party or the many times before. It was a game to you. Did you remember the drunken kiss you planted on my lips? You said your friend dared you, but you lingered longer than you should have.
“I love Halloween,” I said, “You become an expert at pretending you’re something that you’re not.” I watched your cat tail bounce and stared at the black makeup dot on your cute twitching nose. “Tonight…” I said breathlessly, “Tonight is the night that you become my girlfriend.”
You laughed. “You’re drunk. Excuse me.”
You stepped away from me, and I grabbed your arm. I felt your pulse and inhaled the sweet smell of your perfume. The noise didn’t matter. I liked that you were never rude to me. You noticed me.
“I’m yours,” I said calmly, pulling you in for a kiss. Our lips molded together and the taste of your chapstick overwhelmed me. You clawed at my back as I drew you into the protective embrace. I could tell you were having fun. Your urgency intensified.
It wasn’t until the main who claimed to be your boyfriend ripped you away from me and knocked me on my back that I got angry. You never made me angry before, but how could you have a boyfriend? He punched me right in the nose. It hurt! You cried as you clung to your muscular, fireman boyfriend. Boyfriend. The word poisoned my lips.
It’s your fault I feel this way. Maybe we can try again next year. We promised we would always be connected, right from the day we met on the playground. You shouldn’t have run away from me. I didn’t want to get kicked out of the party. I’m not the traitor. You are.
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