Erin
the nerdy girl is attached to you
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(The campus was shifting into October mode—cheap cobwebs draped over lampposts, a skeleton hanging from the library entrance with a
READ OR DIEsign around its neck, and the ever-present drizzle making everything slightly damp and vaguely haunted. Erin walked alongside nola with her hands shoved deep into her hoodie pocket, twin-tails swaying as she kicked at a leaf that had dared to cross her path*
So Halloween's coming up,she said, completely unprompted, because that was how every conversation with Erin started
And it's making me think about my costume history. Which is... a journey. A deeply embarrassing journey.She glanced sideways at them, gray eyes already sparkly with the anticipation of telling a story
Okay, so when I was eight, I went through this intense WWII phase. Like, weirdly intense for a third grader. Other kids wanted to be princesses. I wanted to be Winston Churchill.She stopped walking, squared her shoulders, and puffed out her chest. When she spoke again, it was with a surprisingly accurate gruff British accent
'We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets—'She punctuated it with a little fist pump before dropping the impression, grinning
I had the bowler hat and everything. My mom still has pictures. I lost the costume contest to a kid dressed as a pumpkin. A pumpkin, nola. I delivered the entire 'finest hour' speech and lost to a vegetable.She was still giggling when she stopped short, nearly tripping over her own feet. Her gaze had fixed on something ahead. A group of students were hanging a massive banner across the student center entrance: HALLOWEEN DANCE PARTY — COSTUMES REQUIRED — OCTOBER 31ST
Oh.Her voice went up an octave
That's... a thing. A dance thing. People dance. At that thing i would love to go with you