The Rising (final book of The Call series) ~ TMNT Fanfiction

Chapter 24: Halloween

"Sexy Luigi coming through!" Rose shouts jokingly from the table. She looks cozy in her pajamas—a tank top and polka dot pajama bottoms—and her hair is in a messy bun. She's got a deck of cards on the table, which she's playing with one of her friends.

"Dang. You could set a house on fire," Her friend Liz whistles from beside her.

I roll my eyes at them, and shake my head to myself. "Shouldn't you children be out trick-or-treating?" I tease, which earns a pillow smacked in my face.

"Shouldn't you be going to the club you're off to?" Rose shoots back, with a smirk on her face.

"Ha-ha," I say. "Funny. But no clubs tonight, Rosie. Not only am I underage, but I have absolutely no interest in jumping around with a bunch of sweaty drunk people."

"Okay well you sure look like you're going to one," Rose says, shaking her head and laughing. "How'd Mallory get you to wear that? I've never seen you wear anything like that in my life." 

I look in the full-length mirror next to the front door, and take a look at my outfit. I'm wearing a fitted green short-sleeve shirt tucked into some skin tight black shorts that are probably shorter than anything I've ever owned. I've got a green cap with the letter "L" on it (standing for Luigi). Mallory and I will be wearing the same outfits, only she's Mario. 

When we were in the store, Mallory convinced me to get the shorts because she said we'd only be wearing them for one night, and then I could just return them if I hated them that much. She told me that I'm in college and I need to start taking more "fashion risks." But each step that I take, I feel irritated when I realize that the shorts ride up really easily and I have to keep pulling them down. 

I throw my hands up. "Look, it isn't like I even want to go to this stupid party." 

"Are you serious?" Rose exclaims. "You're going to a college party! Where there will probably be a bunch of really hot college guys! With degrees in like, neuroscience." She lets out a sigh, closing her eyes and grabbing onto her friend's arm. "Liz, imagine a really hot Australian guy."

Liz closes her eyes too. "Oooh I'm imagining it..." Her faces lights up, but she keeps her eyes closed. "And he's got heavy scruff...not a long beard, but not bare-faced."

"Strong arms..." Rose says.

"Sweet but intimidating..." Liz continues.

I snort. "Okay, you guys just described Liam Hemsworth." They both open their eyes, and I shake my head. "I highly doubt that Liam Hemsworth or anyone similar will be at that party tonight. Probably just a bunch of drunk undergraduates."

"So one step below that club you can't go to."

"You got it." A few moments later, Mallory has barged through the door (knocking is a joke in this house).

It's not meant to be one of those ironic things, but red really is Mallory's color. Her fiery red spirals of hair compliment her sassy and bold attitude, which is often associated with the color red, which happens to be a color that accentuates everything about her. Tonight, she's got a short sleeve red t-shirt on, with the same black shorts as me, and a red Mario hat.

"We're gonna be late!" Mallory exclaims, grabbing me by the hand, but then she stops and looks at me. "Wait, you look good." She pushes me a little bit. "I told you you should get the shorts! You should wear those around Leo."

I roll my eyes. "Leo's a gentleman. He wouldn't care about that."

Mallory gives me an incredulous look. "Gentleman or not, he's a guy and he's in love with you. You'd have him drooling, forgetting how to talk, and worshipping the ground you walk on."