this our town of HALLOWEEN; {c}

[sammii knowell]

[ closed to ezra. their close friends will be allowed to join later~ ]

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costume !

This costume made him feel ridiculous. Honestly. He was dressed as a girl. He could already imagine how many people at the Spookfest were going to tease him about that. Since people loved to say he was a girl. And he wasn't a fucking girl. Ezra better be happy that he'd actually agreed to this. And he better defend him. Or Sammii might just go back to his dorm and sit out the remainder of the party if he had to. Which hopefully Ezra would be able to figure out. The werewolf plopped down on the couch in the living room, a pout on his face as he waited for the demon to be ready to go. Whatever he was doing. He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed.

He hadn't really talked to Dani since...well, since the hospital. And he still wasn't that sure what their current relationship status was. If he screwed up in the tiniest way, he could probably ruin their friendship (if it even existed anymore) forever. And by forever, he meant forever, this time. He didn't want to lose Dani. Not for real. It was bad enough the first time. It would hurt worse to do it again.

Sammii fidgeted at his thoughts, uncrossing his arms and stretching them out in front of him, fixing the glove over his right wrist as if anyone could see the scar there already.

"Ezraaa," Sammii called, "Are you almost ready?" He scratched at the red wig on his head that the demon had made him wear too. This thing was really itchy and annoying. It was hard not to just take it off and say 'screw it'. He looked enough like Sally anyway... But he wouldn't do that. Ezra wanted to do Jack and Sally, and even if he had to be a girl, he thought it was a really adorable idea. The werewolf yawned.

A smile came to Sammii's face as he waited, thinking. While they were at the hospital, him and Ezra had talked about him moving in. Sammii hadn't been sure at first. They did seem to argue a lot...sometimes. I mean, how many times had they broken up now? And even if they did always get back together really quickly, living with each other could really complicate everything. What if...if something like the heart thing happened again? And they broke up for a long time? Then what? Would he move out for a few months until they got back together? Or what if they never did get back together? Where would Sammii go then? He probably wouldn't be able to get his dorm back. And if it happened after he'd graduated, then he would really have nowhere to go. No. It would be fine. Perfectly fine. Ezra had said they'd be fine. Sammii knew they would be. They loved each other. That always came through for them. But just in case...he'd definitely have to get that job he'd been thinking about getting for a while now. Then he could save up for anything. Just in case. Hopefully he wouldn't need that. But it was good to have a back-up, right?

When Ezra finally came over, a large smile grew on Sammii's face. He hopped up and went over to the other boy, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him. "Hello," he said with a laugh.

[ezra hart]

outfit. & makeup.

He loved halloween.

The first big thing about it was, of course, the free candy. Who didn't love free candy? Granted, he'd never been actually trick-or-treating. His mother never took him. His version of trick-or-treating consisted of going from apartment room to apartment room and banging on the doors of other residents at his mother's apartment building. Sometimes he'd get the door slammed in his face, and other time he was presented with a frozen burrito and a firm "go away". Nevertheless, he always enjoyed halloween. His first costume had been a mediocre version of a ghost, which had involved a seven year-old Ezra taking his mother's best, beige sheets and parading around the building. He called himself the “Slightly Burnt Ghost of Christmas Yet-to-come-in-two-months” (as Christmas Past, Present, and Future were already taken).

The second thing was that he had finally done it. He had gotten Sam to willingly get into a dress. All he had to do was suggest one little thing—going as Jack and Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas to the party—and bada boom! Sammii in a dress. He couldn’t wait until the party. There’d be side comments at every turn; you’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind to leave Sammii-in-a-dress alone. One of the best things of these situations was seeing the blush spread across his face as you continued to humiliate him. The red that threatened to show every single embarrassing thought that the boy was having. Another good point was that when Sam got embarrassed, he was adorably mad. He would make his little upset face, fold his arms across his chest, and pout until someone apologized for what they said (a feat which, unfortunately, always seemed to work on Ezra).

At this point in time, he was in the other room, changing into the striped suit that he was supposed to wear (well, it had been his idea, but whatever—it wasn’t every guy’s dream to go to a halloween party dressed as Jack and Sally…more like Ezra’s dream to get Sammii into a dress). He was just tugging on his pants when he heard the familiar, drawled-out call of “Ezraaaaaaa”. Accidentally, he tripped over the edge of the suit and fell over onto the floor with a crash. “—Yeah. Almost ready,” he replied groggily as he got up, rubbing his head with a slight wince. Note to self: move the unnocitable stack of books out from the middle of the room and to a location more…well, noticable. Grumbling, he pulled the rest of the suit on and looked in the mirror. For some reason he’d chosen to put his makeup on earlier; it was still intact, thankfully. He turned his head to either side, beaming at how prominent the red in his hair was that night, and walked out of his room and into the living room.

Ezra grinned as Sam’s arms slowly wrapped around him and he did the same, his arms falling around the boy’s waist. “Hey.” He paused to look the smaller boy over, smirk spreading as each second passed by. This was ridiculously amazing—this was really happening, right? Sammii in a dress?—and the whole Sammii-in-his-apartment thing. The whole being in love thing—but he was kind of over that by now (not really. He was, if possible, even more amazed by the fact that he had gotten a boy like Sam to stick around). “You look sexy, by the way,” he mused, eyes trailing noticably along Sam’s waist (again, to make him uncomfortable) and then back up to his eyes with a grin. “Don’tcha love halloween?”

[sammii knowell]

A giggle left Sammii's mouth as he heard a crash from Ezra's room. He hoped he wasn't hurt though... "Are you okay?" he called worriedly, ready to hop up and help if he needed to. Not that Ezra ever wanted his help anyway...but he'd be ready if the demon ever actually did want it. He really hoped Ezra hurt. For one, it was Halloween. And it would really suck to get hurt on Halloween. Especially when you were supposed to be going to a supposedly awesome Halloween party (Sammii still wasn't positive how fun this would be, what with his costume and it seemingly being impossible for half the people at Winterthorne to be nice for once second). Another reason he hoped that Ezra wasn't hurt was the simple fact that he didn't want Ezra to get hurt. It made him ridiculously sad to hear that Ezra was hurt or upset. And it almost hurt him too. It sort of sounded silly even to Sammii, but it was true.

"You look...amazingly gorgeous," Sammii said when he got a better look as the demon's costume. It was true. Maybe because, at least to the werewolf, he looked breath-taking any time or place. Hell, he could be in a pair of pajamas with his hair messed up and he'd still be able to make Sammii's heart melt.

A bright red flushed Sammii's cheeks when Ezra said he looked sexy, and the murky blue eyes wandering down his waist. "Shut up," Sammii muttered. "And I'm up here...thanks," he said, voice portraying annoyance. He put his finger under Ezra's chin and moved it up slightly, smiling. "You are already so lucky I agreed to this. Don't ruin it for yourself," the werewolf warned.

"And yeah, I love Halloween," Sammii added, smiling a bit wider. Candy, costumes, friends. It was an amazing holiday. The werewolf scratched his head again. "This thing's fuckin' annoying," he muttered.

Sammii placed another peck on Ezra's lips. "C"mon, Jack," he teased, "Ready to go?"

[ezra hart]

outfit. & makeup.

Amazingly gorgeous, huh? He grinned. Haven't heard that one before. Honest to god, one of these days Ezra was going to explode because of over-ego-inflation. Everyone at the school kindly reminded each other that abusing the demon's ego was not something you wanted to do. In fact, they even warned new members about it (it makes you wonder about how many people know about Ezra that he doesn’t know exist…). They hang signs, make sarcastic jokes, and even put it in the morning announcements: do not feed the Ezra. But…what’s the point if all they do is make it bigger anyway? The general feeling towards the demon was love-hate, he knew that, but the students here were too confusing. Had they meant to call him sexy, or was that a secret plan to down his ego (very, very long and secret plan, he assumed)? Maybe they were trying to mess with his brain—it sure as hell was working. Sammii didn’t, though. When he said things like “amazingly gorgeous”, he meant “amazingly gorgeous”, not “hard-headed asshole”. As far as he knew, at least. “Thanks. I try.”

Ah, god. He loved that blush. In the beginning of their relationship, he had done everything in his power to: 1) make the boy blush, 2) piss him off, 3) make him jealous, and 4) make him smile. Those guidelines still stayed intact, sure (except for maybe the third one, and the second…). His eyes flicked back to the boy’s waist, smirking still, and tried not to laugh when Sammii said “shut up”. He was so cute. The smirk eased back into a grin as his chin was lifted, and he nodded obediently. “Yessir. Very lucky, sir.” He knew that Sam was on the edge already—this being the first time he had actually stayed in a dress for more than five seconds. AND he knew that he was on thin ice already, this being—well, he’s Ezra—and he’d have to act at least a little civilized if he wanted Sam to stay in that dress.

He lifted his hands to cup the werewolf’s face and smiled. “But really, you look great. Just ignore me for now—I’m on a lusty high at the moment.” …A lusty high. A lusty high and Ezra just—well, it’s not good. PLUS all of the free candy and alcohol he was going to get once they arrived. Shit. Ah, poor Sammii. Poor, poor Sammii.

The smile. Goal four down (ish. One smile is simply not enough! Ezra laughs in the face of frowning). “If it’s so annoying, take it off,” he murmured, frowning and tilting his head to look at the wig that framed Sam’s face. It didn’t matter to him if he wore the wig—either way, really. It was up to the younger boy. The only thing he really cared about was if he wore the dress. So far, so good.

Ready to go? He let his arms fall to his sides, swinging for a few moments before he drew them back to rest on his hips. “Am I ready to go?” he repeated, throwing his head back and looking at the ceiling in mock thought. “Am I…” he broke off, his head snapping forward as he looked Sam in the eye. “I don’t know.” He grinned and shrugged. “I’m having fun.” With a last laugh, he wrapped his arms around the younger boy and, with a jolt, they landed in the midst of the party.

[sammii knowell]

[ I'd say that Samra's friends can join in now :3 People like Jay, Dani, Kjara, etc. You should know who you are xD ]

"Thanks. I try."

The werewolf knew it probably wasn't the best idea to boost the other boy's ego like that. It usually led to him causing more trouble. But Sammii couldn't help it. When he said that Ezra was amazingly gorgeous, he meant it with all his heart. Although, Sammii's opinion was probably a biased one, since to him there was no way that Ezra couldn't look absolutely breathtaking. Actually, it bothered him that he couldn't find a better way to describe how wonderfully beautiful Ezra looked to him. Plus, Ezra had like, his whole heart anyway. That much had been proven with his trying to kill himself. And now that Ezra knew that little "adventure" had been because he couldn't live without him or Dani, the demon hopefully understood that. Or he'd at least try to take better care of it. Especially if they were going to move in with each other. "I don't really think you have to try. At least, not to impress me, you don't," Sammii replied with a smile.

The boy couldn't help a grin as Ezra nodded obediently. "Good boy," he teased, reaching up and petting the top of the demon's head. He really doubted that Ezra would keep any sort of promise of not humilating him in front of the whole party. But Sammii was still sticking to that, if it got too bad, he would just leave the party and walk to his dorm. And whether the demon followed him was his choice. Or maybe Sammii would change and come back. It would depend on how much he got teased about it, probably. "Thank you," Sammii said when Ezra insisted that he looked great, a small blush coming over his cheeks, "And I'll try my hardest to ignore you. Not sure if that's possible though," he added with a quiet giggle.

...Well, of course he'd thought about taking the damn wig off. But then he'd decided not to each time because it seemed like it would just take away from the costume. And though he was sure Ezra wouldn't give a damn either way (as long as he wore this fucking dress, right?), he probably just needed to hear the demon actually confirm he was okay with it. Which he was, apparently. "Okay," Sammii replied, snapping slighty. He closed his mouth and took a breath through his nose. No arguing. Make this a fun night, he told himself. The last thing he needed to do was start arguing with Ezra. That would just threw them both in a bad mood for a while before the forgave each other. And Sammii was determined for this to be fun before too many people made fun of his costume, he got pissed enough, and left the party to calm down in his dorm.

Sammii pulled the itchy, bright red wig off his head. Then, out of habit, he brushed his fingers through his hair to fix it. It was really just another peeve, but his hair couldn't be any other way but the way it was supposed to be. It threw him off and just ruined his day sometimes—that's how bad it could get.

With a mock annoyed look, Sammii waited for Ezra to stop being dramatic and teleport them to the Spookfest. Suddenly, the demon's arms wrapped around his thin body with another laugh. Sammii closed his eyes, trying not to concentrate on it. He found out that if he did that, he didn't feel as sick as he used to get when the other boy teleported him.

When his eyes re-opened, he was standing in the middle of the party, people moving around him. "Can we go find Jay or something?" he asked, smiling up at the demon. He was sure Jay would be here somewhere, it was the Halloween party. And he knew Jay well enough to know she'd be here, after all they'd been friends since the beginning of time (according to their little Disney minds). So, he was positive she must be somewhere. And he really wanted to see her costume, too. Besides, her of all people wouldn't actually make fun of the fact that he was in a dress. She'd probably help defend him if it got really bad.