Peyton loved October. It was usually the time of year when play auditions were happening, or better yet, when rehearsals were ramping up, but more than that, there was something magical about the weather changing, the different colors of the leaves, and the days ticking closer and closer to Halloween, when for a night they were all actors. The fall festival just felt like a magical prelude to one of her favorite holidays, and she’d been having a completely magical day, trying on knick-knacks and potential costume pieces from the vendors. She’d just bought what she thought would be an excellent addition to her costume this year and was on her way to find Kaz to show it to him when thunder cracked through the sky, and wind whipped her hair in every direction imaginable. Peyton squeaked nervously; she hadn’t even noticed the thunderstorm creeping up, but she hated them, absolutely hated them, and she took off at a run, trying to make a beeline for the first cover she could find before the rain could start to pour. “What are you doing just standing there?” she called over her shoulder as she bumped into someone, not taking notice who it was. “Come on, we’ve got to get somewhere before this storm hits, it sounds like it’s going to be awful!”
