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October 31, 2007
9am
Nick woke me up that morning, whining.
"C'mon, wake up. Wake up," he said, shaking me.
I woke up and looked at him. "What?" I said, a bit mad that I was awaken at that time. "What is it, Nick? It's 9 in the morning."
"Happy Halloween," he smiled mischievously.
I looked at him, a bit confused, at first, but then I remembered. I groaned. Halloween was Nick's favorite holiday.
"Oh, please, Nick," I groaned again. "Don't play any tricks on me today. I'm not feeling up to it."
"Aw, c'mon!" Nick whined. "You're no fun . . . and it's Halloween!"
"Nickolas Gene Carter," I began, "for your own safety do not go outside today."
"Why?" Nick asked. "Because it's Halloween?"
"Yes, and we celebrate it probably a lot different than you Tampa and Marathon kids."
Nick stuck out his tongue.
"Carter, . . ."
"I'm sorry," he said immediately.
"The reason I don't want you to go is because I don't want you to get hurt. Us, New Yorkers, throw eggs out the window, at each other, and sometimes they even throw toilet papers at trees or cars."
"Ok," he said sweetly. "I won't go."
"But," I told him, "we could go to my cousin's Halloween party."
He smiled, looking a bit mischievous again. "Halloween party?"
"Yes," I said, looking at him curiously. "It's at 7."
"What are you gonna be?"
"Ah, I don't know. I haven't gone trick-or-treating or worn a costume in like a decade," I told him.
"Ouch," he said.
"Yeah."
"How about we buy you a costume? How about being a bloody cheerleader?" he suggested.
"Nick, you know I don't like those girly-girl or cheerleading stuff."
"I know, but you'd look extremely hott," he said, winking.
I laughed and blushed a bit.
"C'mon, baby, do it for me, please?" he said, pouting with puppy dog eyes.
I nearly died at the sight. I sighed, "Ok, fine."
"Yay! I promise, baby, tonight I'll do whatever you want me to."
"Yeah, sure, Carter," I said. "Sure."