OK, since I am way too excited to tell you what their costumes are, I'm gonna go ahead and post that part. Ok, so we know what Joe and Kevin's costumes are...Nisha's is explained, but Nick's is not. Kudos to the first person that gets it...
FYI, I am dedicating this chapter to Louisa...hope you like it. And that guy's a douchebag. You deserve better.
Chapter 14
“Are you ready yet?” I heard Joe yell from the other side of the door between our adjoining hotel rooms. I sighed. There as no way I could be sure I looked ok without someone telling me. So I opened the door and I suddenly felt like slapping my forehead. The genius I was supposedly dating had decided to go for the vampire look. He had his hair slicked back and was wearing a cape with a high collar. He had on a nice white button up shirt and black slacks. He’d managed to cover his face with white make-up without a mirror. His fangs were protruding, and he looked like he had just jumped off the cover of some stupid vampire book.
“What is wrong with you?” I slapped his shoulder. “A vampire? Really? Joseph, do you really think vampires look like that? Seriously, you have lost your mind. THIS is why I don’t like Halloween. You’re just driving home the stupid stereotype, you jerk.” I noticed he wasn’t really paying attention to what I was saying. “Joe?”
“Huh? What?” He shook his head, as if to clear his train of thought.
“Whatever.” I sighed. “Do I look ok? I can’t tell if I got this stupid wig on correctly.” I had decided to go as Marilyn Monroe from Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, and trying to hide all of my jet black hair inside a tiny blonde wig had proved difficult.
“Yeah, it-it’s fine.” I tilted my head. He sounded nervous.
“Are you sure?” He nodded, still staring at me. “Fine. Where are your brothers?”
“You’re going out like that? Won’t you get cold?”
“I’ll be fine, Joe. Where are Kevin and Nick?” It felt weird, having to hold up the hem of my dress. It felt weird just wearing a dress. And pink just didn’t feel like it belonged on me.
“We’re here!” Sang Kevin as he stepped into Joe’s room, dressed as Elvis. I grinned. “Wow, Nisha. You look…” Joe glared at him and he stopped talking.
“I look what?”
“Nice.” He smiled sheepishly, and shrugged. Then, Nick walked into the room in a black suit, with black shades on. Somehow he had managed to slick his own hair back as well. “What are you supposed to be?”
“Agent J…Nick J.”
“Oh my, gosh, Nick, you’re retarded.” Joe said. He really had no room to talk, the big jerk.
“I think you look fabulous Nick.” I said. He lowered the shades and looked me over.
“You look pretty fabulous yourself, Nisha. Or should I say Marilyn.” I grinned and he held his arm out, which I gladly accepted. “Ready to go?”
“I feel like we should be going to a party with how gorgeous Nisha looks.” I heard Kevin whisper to Joe. Awe.
“Maybe we can crash one later.” Joe whispered back. He strode over to my side. “Nick, back up off my woman.” Nick smirked and handed me off to Joe, who tucked my arm in the crook of his elbow. “Who’s got the baskets?”
“Baskets?”
“For candy.” Joe supplied.
“Rob’s got ‘em. He’s waiting down in the lobby for us.”
