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did i procrastinate studying for 2 exams to write this shitty halloween story? yes! did i also not even get it done in time for halloween? also yes. title from permission slip by mainland. this is a bit rushed but happy halloweed!! story under the break! :)
Fall is usually bright, crisp days with a chilly wind that smells like decaying leaves and bonfires. Brilliant shades of red and gold and orange. The cool nights of wide open skies, the ones where you can just almost-not-quite see your breath on the wind.
But not in fucking Sellwood.
What a shitty place to be in the fall. The trees donât change to any magnificent colors, but instead turn a muddy brown then drop their leaves unceremoniously into the wet, dirty streets. It rains almost constantly in the fall, not the light patter on your window which helps you sleep, but the thunderous, dark sky, drenching, gray, freezing downpour. The weather does a number on all the residents, of course, and the upcoming threat of hooligans making Halloween mischief really puts everyone in a shitty state.
People are so shitty, and the weatherâs so shitty, and God why is everything just so shitty?
Probably because itâs around the holidays, probably because theyâre always hyper-aware of what- but really who- is missing. Halloween might actually be the worst for Mitch. Freddie loved Halloween.
And then he died. Leaving Mitch in this podunk, bland, gray-ass town all alone.
What a shitty thing to do.
There arenât enough houses to egg to forget that Freddie was a half-assed Jason Voorhees every single year. No amount of pumpkin smashing will make him forget that Freddie would sit on him and fart until Mitch handed over all his Kit-Kats. He canât even begin to think about toilet-papering, because who else would have taught him the perfect toss? When Scratch had forced them all to watch Pet Sematary last year, Mitch spent the weeks after walking around the woods to find a haunted burial ground to shove his dead brother in just so heâd come back.
Itâs been even harder lately with his Mom locked up, too. At least when he was a kid, sheâd try and lighten the mood. Sheâd save and save for supplies to make him any costume he wanted, buy him any candy bar he desired in the biggest king-size bar she could find.
He always asked for Kit-Kats.
The fairly decent thing about Halloween is that now that theyâre older everyone throws parties. Getting plastered by yourself to drown your pain is just pathetic, but getting plastered in someoneâs basement where everybody is wearing plastic fangs is apparently just fine.
So this is where he finds himself. He barely knows the kid whoâs house theyâre trashing. Cory, from his Spanish class that one year the school tried to make him take a language, is just as shitty as everyone else in this town and throws a shitty party. But they stay anyway, downing lukewarm beers on his ratty couch as the basement fills with thrumming music and smoke. Mitch doesnât wear a costume, obviously, because thatâs fucking lame. His friends have taken to their usual masks, and everyone else is pretty decked out. The thumping of the bass vibrates in his chest, which hitches when he catches sight of a curly black head weaving through the crowd.
âSpots,â he yells over the music, springing up form the couch so quickly Javier startles. Jonas turns, blinking in surprise behind a sloppily-cut orange cloth mask. He pushes it up his forehead, causing his hair to stick out wildly in all directions, and Mitch could cry.
To his absolute fucking delight, Jonas grins wide as he makes his way over.
âHey! I didnât expect you to be here,â the smaller boy yells up over the music, âwhatâre you supposed to be?â
âIâm a werewolf,â he shouts back, and Jonas looks at him skeptically.
âYouâre wearing exactly what you usually wear,â he gestures to Mitchâs torn t-shirt and jeans.
âYeah well I guess it ainât a full moon tonight then, huh?â His grin grows as Jonas tosses his head back in laughter, his shoulders shaking as a bit of beer spills from the can in his hand.
âThatâs actually pretty clever,â heâs still giggling, but stops as he sees Mitch curiously eyeing the booze and quickly shakes his head. âI havenât taken a sip. Itâs yours.â He pushes the can against Mitchâs chest. Itâs warm from Jonasâ fingers, and Mitch shrugs as he knocks a sip back.
âAnd whatâre you, Joey? A frog?â Jonas frowns and looks down at his green t-shirt.
âNo, I was supposed to be a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, but Sid and I waited too long to make our costumes so itâs pretty bad. I donât even have nunchucks.â
Mitch has no idea what those are or why this alien frog guy would have them, but Jonasâ nerd shit is so goddamn cute he canât help but chuckle.
âArenât there sâposed to be like 6 of you? Which oneâs your clone?â
â4,â Jonas corrects quickly. âAnd she wanted to be Casey Jones.â Behind Jonasâ shoulder, he sees Sid fumbling a hockey stick under arm, trying and failing to rip bong through the slats of a white mask as she laughs hysterically. He nods as if it means anything to him.
âYou ainât drinkinâ tonight Joey?â The lukewarm beer in his fist is halfway gone now. Itâs certainly not his first of the night and he could use at least two more to start feeling a buzz.
âNo... I mean, Iâd rather smoke, but only if you wanted to,â his soft eyes are downcast, his voice coy under the pounding music. Mitch grins, because Jonas could ask to smoke his entire stash and heâd hand it over without question.
âYeah. This place is fuckinâ lame anyway, letâs get outta here.â He wraps a wiry arm around Jonasâ shoulder and pulls him up the stairs, away from the smoky basement and sweaty bodies, out into the cool night air. They smoke a bowl as they wander back to the trailer park. Well, Mitch smokes a bowl while Jonas taps out after 2 hits, but theyâre both pleasantly buzzed when they push into the trailer, Jonasâ side pressed into Mitchâs, freckled fingers wrapped around a thin wrist, big hands threading through tangled curls. Jonas is laughing, uneven and high, and only goes redder as he snorts. Mitch is teary-eyed too, his loud cackles pressed into Jonasâ temple as Jonas stumbles onto his knees over the carpet divide between the kitchen and living room.
Their laughter seems to echo through the trailer, amplified by the cold dark air in the empty room. The only sound which hums on when they finally break into soft, breathy giggles is the radiator, clicking rhythmically before shuddering on. Jonas rubs at his bare arms, shivering only slightly on the ground as Mitch fumbles with the dials on the ancient TV. Mitch eyes Jonas and goes off to his room, retrieving his filthy blanket and big plaid sweatshirt, throwing both around Jonas shoulders and guffawing at the muffled laughter.
Jonas clambers onto the couch and tosses the sweatshirt back, starting to untangle the blanket at pull his mask away from his forehead. He gives Mitch a look when the garment is thrown back into his lap.
âItâs for you,â Mitch chuckles in response, leaning back against the armrest and tossing his legs into Jonasâ lap. As the smaller boy worms his way into the sweatshirt, pink lights drifting over to the drafty window, Mitch sinks into the plush cushions, letting the sensation of the static hum drifting through his extremities warm him. Jonas unfurls the blanket over them, but pouts the moment Mitch tugs it up over his shoulders to his chin.
âNo fair,â Jonas starts, âYou look so cozy.â Mitch hisses out a laugh through his teeth, pulling the covers away and extending his arm with a teasing grin.
âCâmere then, donât ya wanna be warmed up Spots?â heâs half-joking, fully assuming Jonas will shove him softly like always.
But he doesnât. Holy shit, he most certainly doesnât. The smaller boy lowers into his invitation, curling underneath his arm and pressing his face into Mitchâs ribcage with a long sigh. Mitch freezes, cold sober the immediate moment that Jonas nestles into his side. His arm stays up for a moment as he watches Jonas turn and rub at his red eyes as he squints to see whatâs on the TV. Jonasâ ass is pressed right up against his side now, and his breathing has stopped.
How gone is Jonas right now, to want to do this? Yeah, Jonas is one cuddly motherfucker when heâs high, but itâs usually just those soft moments of him leaning into his shoulder. Is he taking advantage of the smaller boy, who now is examining a spot on his hand where two freckles touch? Is this too far? Will Jonas regret this when heâd sober? Shit, fuck, will he be angry when heâs sober? Oh god, will he be hurt? Or worse, embarrassed?
Fuck, he totally will, wonât he? Fuck, he totally will. Fuck. Fuck.
âWoah, no way, I am not watching this,â Jonas blurts out, wide-eyed staring at the television, pulling Mitch from an imminent self-destructive panic attack.
âWhat the fuck is it?â Mitch says, turning to press into Jonas and narrowing his eyes at the TV, trying to sound calm. âOh, Joey câmon, this ainât even scar-â
Itâs âFriday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives.â
Freddieâs favorite.Â
He bolts upright abruptly, jostling Jonas as he clambers off the couch towards the TV in two long strides. In his cloudy mind, he canât think of anything more than to turn it off, slamming his finger into the button and watching the screen flash then go dark.
â...Mit-â
âYeah, fuck that movie. We donât have to watch it,â he says curtly, cringing at the way his voice wavers. When he turns back, he doesnât want to look at Jonas. But heâs so small on the couch, looking soft and warm in Mitchâs sweatshirt, eyes half lidded and one eyebrow cocked, that Mitch canât help but stare.
âI thought you loved scary movies.â
âThat one sucks.â
âYou only like the ones that suck,â Jonas snorts and breaks down into giggles as Mitch looks out the window into the moonlight, willing himself to laugh too. But he doesnât, he canât, and Jonas trails off. He says something, but Mitch is zoned out.
âWhat?â Mitch shakes his head, trying to clear the fuzziness.
âWhy does that one suck? Does it scare you?â Mitch actually snorts harshly, and Jonas frowns. âHey, you know I wonât judge, everything scares me. So if it scares you...â
âIt doesnât scare me,â Mitch says firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. Jonasâ head lulls to the side, eyebrow still arched and questioning. âIt... it makes me... it was Freddieâs- Freddie liked it. H-he loved it. He fucking loved Halloween,â heâs loud at first, brave, but by the end heâs mumbling just above a whisper and digging his nails into his skin.
âOh... Mitch, I-â Jonas sounds so broken, so sad for him and heâs so not worth it.
âNo, Joey, weâre not talkinâ about this, seriously. I canât always bum you out like this when weâre high,â he laughs humorlessly, itching the back of his neck with discomfort as Jonas shifts upward. Thereâs a long, strained pause before Jonas pats the couch cushion.
âCâmere,â he says, and Mitch robotically does as heâs told. âWhat was his favorite candy?â
âWhy do you wanna know?â Mitch spits, but Jonas just leans into his shoulder.
âI know his favorite movie, so why not?â More silence, filled by the sound of Mitchâs uneven breathing.
âKit Kats.â
âGood choice,â Jonas hums into Mitchâs skin. They both turn toward the hallway as the sound of Buddyâs scratching drifts down from his room, but his eyes dart down to Jonas as he feels a hand wrap around his bicep.
âI bet he was Jason,â Jonas muses.
â...What?â
âFreddie. I bet he was Jason for Halloween, at least one year. Seems like something heâd do, at least from what youâve told me.â
âEvery year,â Mitch swallows thickly. Jonas laughs, genuine and real but soft. He lays his head into Mitchâs arm again with a sigh.
âIâm sorry this Halloweenâs so lame, then,â he hums, sounding apologetic. Mitch pulls back, and Jonas jumps.
âShit, whatâre you talking about?â he blurts out. âThis is exactly how Iâd wanna spend itâ sits on his tongue, and out of his mouth comes, âIâm usually alone, so this is way better.â
Jonas raises his eyebrows, and Mitch coughs, âNo, thatâs not what I meant, I meant like actually this is what Iâd wanna do, not just have you here âcus I didnât wanna be alone, I didnât mean it that-â
Jonas throws his head back again in laughter, curling his hands around his stomach and flinging himself back into the couch. It echoes against the cold walls of the trailer as tears start to form at the corner of his eyes. Mitch covers his red face, laying his head in his hands and mumbling for Jonas to stop and relax and seriously shut up before heâs laughing too, ugly and rough into his hands.
âW-well,â Jonas starts breathlessly, his chest still shaking with giggles before he clears his throat, âif it makes any difference, this is probably the best Halloween Iâve had, too.â
âWe havenât done shit, Spots,â Mitch runs his fingers through his hair, shaking his head and looking down into Jonas hazel eyes which seem to glow in the darkness.
âYeah, but Iâm having fun... and youâre not alone,â he teases, before adding softly, âand Iâm the one who gets to keep you company.â
Holy shit. How the hell did he get so lucky?
âWhat?â
Oh fuck, that actually just exited his mouth.
âI-â he starts, looking everywhere but Jonasâ eyes, âI- I- uh, I didnât mean-â
âOh... oh, no, itâs fine. We all say stuff we donât mean. When weâre high. I guess,â
âFuck, câmon, you know I meant it.â
âYou just said you didnât, Mitch, itâs really fine.â
âI did,â he says firmly, leaning towards Jonas, tongue feeling heavy in his mouth as he desperately tries to explain away his stupid mistake. âI do, I am lucky. To have you here. I am.â
Thereâs a silence after he makes the affirmation. Their thighs are touching and Mitch gulps as he realizes how close heâs leaned in, fingers curled around Jonasâ shoulder. Heâs staring at Jonas, not into his eyes but at his nose, at the freckles there, and he canât help his gaze from wandering down, further, to his lips. Subconsciously he runs his tongue over his own lip, lost in his high and the color of Jonasâ skin.
Jonas leans back, and Mitch stupidly leans with him until Jonas is pressed into the cushions, curls spread out like a halo around his head.
âYou donât mean that,â Jonas whispers, and Mitch can feel his warm breath.
âI do,â his voice comes out softer than heâd meant it as he feels Jonasâ hands on his chest, curling into the fabric of his t-shirt and not pushing away like heâd expected them to. Heâs waiting for Jonas to shove him, curl away from him, anything, but he doesnât. So Mitch lowers just slightly, coming down on his elbow and using his other arm to cage Jonas in and curl around his head.
âYou d-donâtâ Jonas whispers again, and Mitch lets himself fall further until their bodies are so close, close enough that he can feel the heat radiating off Jonas, but not yet touching. After it feels like theyâve been leaning back for a century, Mitchâs nose meets Jonasâ.
âCâmon Joey, you gotta know I do,â he mumbles. Their breath is fast, and he can feel the warmth of Jonasâ lower lip just almost against him. Their noses are pressed together, their foreheads touching, but neither of them move. Mitch wills his body to shift, to do it, God just fucking do it already, kiss him like heâs always wanted to, but heâs frozen.
âWill- will you still want th-this, like want me, when youâre not high?â Jonas squeaks softly, and Mitch crumbles.
âI- fuck, of course... always. You want this, though? Jonas, if you wake up tomorrow and you hate stupid ugly dumb Mitch Mueller for kissing you, I will hate myself so much more-â
Heâs silenced as Jonas pulls them together, their lips colliding awkwardly as their teeth cut into their skin.
Jonas just kissed him. Jonas just kissed him. And heâs still doing it, holy shit. Jonas slides his trembling, inexperienced hands up from Mitchâs chest to his neck, into his hair, and Mitch shudders as the smaller boy whimpers only slightly. He wastes no time deepening the kiss, prodding Jonas with his tongue, tasting his teeth, gnawing on his lip, pulling back to breathe heavily for a moment before pulling him in even more tightly than before. In a moment when he pulls back, to peek his eyes open to just confirm that this is actually really happening, his chest twists at the way Jonas glows under the pink light illuminating the space around them.
Jonas opens his eyes too, face flushed and lips swollen and Mitch melts.
âSo lucky.â
They kiss until their high wears off, until it feels so real and visceral that Mitch has to pull away and fall onto his side, gather Jonas into his chest and nuzzle into his hair.
âWhyâd you stop?â Jonas whispers, tugging at the wet collar of his t-shirt, pulling it over the marks starting to bloom on his neck.
âI didnât wanna take things too far,â he hums, kissing Jonasâ curls and trying to angle his hips away from Jonasâ side. His plan backfires, and he ends up pressing himself straight into Jonasâ plush hip, causing them both to jump. âI also gotta cool down a little,â he mumbles, looking away. Jonas giggles breathlessly.
âYeah... me too... because I should be getting home soon,â he looks up but Mitch doesnât look back, just lets his eyes slip shut and pretends to not feel his heart pull.
âNot yet, pleaseâ he whispers into the side of Jonasâ freckled face.
âI donât want to, but itâs past 2 and I know Sidâs probably-â
âItâs past 2?â He interrupts, eyes widening. Jonas nods underneath him, inching his chin up for another kiss. Mitch feels like the king of the universe when he ducks down to press their lips together softly, almost getting lost in the feeling of Jonas surrounding him before he raises up.
âSo I guess itâs not Halloween anymore....â
âMm, I guess not,â Jonas murmurs against his chin, kissing the underside of his jaw.
âI havenât liked Halloween since- for a while,â Mitch says, muffled by Jonasâ lips as he pulls face down again.
âYou like Halloween again?â
âIf I get to spend it like this, yeah.â Mitch wraps Jonas tighter, presses his face into the crook of his neck and inhales as he squeezes Jonasâ middle, savoring him.
âThat could be arranged,â Jonas says softly before their kissing again, forgetting the talk of leaving or stopping or cooling down as they wrap up into each other again, and for the first time in a long time Mitch isnât lonely. The room glows pink and the moon glows silver in the fall air, and itâs not shitty, itâs not empty, and nothingâs missing.
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