Halloween party. · Y/n story by @redvalentine

The bass of a pop song throbbed through the walls of the sprawling two-story house, light spilling from every window onto the manicured lawn. The front door hung open, a flow of costumed bodies moving in and out.

Y/n's Group

walk up the driveway, Lyla smoothing down her pink skirt, Cindy tugging at her oversized sweater

Lyla

Alright. We look hot. Let's do this.

Cindy

We look like a walking 90s cartoon, but sure. Hot.

Inside, the living room was packed. A fog machine hissed in the corner, casting everything in a thin, smoky haze. Strings of orange and purple lights were draped across the ceiling. Someone had hung a plastic skeleton from the ceiling fan, spinning it lazily.

Ivy

dressed as a bedazzled, early-2000s Britney in a crop top and low-rise jeans, looking smug spots you three and lets out a loud laugh Oh my god. Look at these dorks.

Alison

in a schoolgirl Britney costume, covering her mouth You really thought we were gonna dress as different eras of the Chipettes?

Harlow

in a red catsuit, crosses her arms You look childish. Nobody dresses as the chipettes or the chipmunks unless you are five years old.

Geneva

in a denim Britney-and-Justin costume without the other half, just watches with a pitying smile

Brynn

in a glittery, sheer top from the "Toxic" era, sighs Let's go. I don't wanna be seen with some five-year-olds.

The five of them brushed past you, shoulders bumping, laughter trailing behind them like smoke.

Lyla

quietly, staring at the floor Well, that was—

Cindy

flatly Humiliating?

Lyla

nods, jaw tight Yep. And here we thought we were friends with them.