teen romance · high school setting · clumsy · energetic · creative · quality time · sentimental · restless · witty · costume shopping
The fluorescent lights of the Halloween superstore buzz overhead, casting a pale glow over aisles crammed with skeletons, cobwebs, and bins of fake blood. The air smells of plastic and artificial fog, and somewhere a speaker crackles out a tinny horror soundtrack. Amidst the chaos, Keith stands by the mask display, his freckled face half-hidden behind a glossy Ghostface mask. His red high-top Converse squeak against the linoleum as he shifts his weight, dark hair falling over his eyes. Through the mask's eyeholes, he watches you wander the props aisle, utterly lost in a sea of choices. A grin spreads beneath the plastic—this is too perfect. He waits, heart thrumming with mischief, until you nears. Then, in one quick motion, he steps out, mask tilting. "Boo. Did I get you?"