Chapter 1
Tee POV
“Come on! We are going to be late!” Copter pulls on my arm, while I pout.
Why couldn’t I find some excuse not to come with them?
I glance over to Godt and huff, “I still don’t understand why I couldn’t have the prince outfit. I’m definitely a prince.”
Copter rolls his eyes as he tightens his grip on my wrist, while running towards the house. “Idiot. You wouldn’t have fit. The outfit is way too big for you.”
The heavy beat of the music hits us subtly at first, but the closer that we get to the house, it is more like a hammer thumping a steady beat against us. I try to drag my feet, but Copter won’t let me slow us down.
Godt shakes his head and puts his hand on my shoulder as he begins to push me along the sidewalk.
Ugh… Why do they have to be like this?
We aren’t even at the house, yet we can already tell that the house is packed. Not only can we hear the music, but we can hear the cheers of the people. Not to mention that every parking spot remotely close to the house is taken, thus is why we had to park a block away and walk.
Godt calmly adds, “No one is going to care what your costume is. Plus being a vampire kind of suits you. Now, lets not keep Copgi from his boyfriend any longer or that cat is going to whips his claws out at you.”
I glance at Copter and slightly snicker.
Who are we kidding? Copter is going to get the prize for best costume. Who would have thought that he would have actually dress up as Puss in Boots? Shoot. Copter even painted his face to be like the cat’s face along with some fur. He didn’t need a mask because no one can tell who he is with all the paint and fur.
The long feather in his black hat playfully flutters in the wind. Dang. Even his hat looks cute.
I slightly shake my head, while holding back a chuckle. I glance down at the knee-high black leather boots that Copter is wearing. Even his boots look cute on him. He really does make a cute Puss in Boots. He definitely has the feisty part down.
I almost lose my battle to keep from laughing at Copter’s cute outfit, when his cat tail whips around and nearly hits me, as he turns back briefly to eye me.
I bite down harder on the inside of my cheek. I don’t say anything, but just smile and shrug my shoulders. Deep inside though, I’m laughing and awing at how cute Copter looks. If they would do an actual play and needed someone to do Puss in Boots, Copter would be the best one for it.
I still don’t understand why they decided to go to a house party. A Halloween party at that.
I prefer the bars better. You can easily sneak out without raising too many concerns. Plus, they have hotels nearby, just in case, you find someone, and you want to do a little more than talk.
A house is inconvenient. It is someone else’s home, and I hate the feeling of imposing on someone. Plus, I can’t stand to see everyone trashing the place. Even if the homeowner didn’t mind it, I do. I don’t want to see all the mess.
However, Copter’s boyfriend was helping to plan and setup for this party, so Copter was going to come, no matter what. So, being good friends, Godt and I agreed to come along too. The downside is that Godt and I don’t know anyone here besides Copter and his boyfriend, Kimmon. Copter has met and knows Kimmon’s friends, but Godt and I had never been invited to hang out with Kimmon and his friend before.
As Copter pulls me through the front door and around some people, I glance towards Godt and demand, “You will stay close to me all night. Okay. I don’t want to get the wrong person mad. You know that Kimmon’s friends are engineers, and they like to fight.”
Godt lightly pats my shoulder and hums, “Don’t worry. I’ll be close by all night long. You have nothing to worry about.”
Godt then puts on his mask and motions for me to do the same. Reluctantly, I put on my black mask on after whipping my black cape behind him.
Glancing at Godt again, I sigh. I wanted to be the prince all dressed in white, but no. I had to be the vampire, who is all decked out in black. I do have a white dress shirt on, but everything else is black. Okay, Copter did put bright red lipstick on me, but everything else is black.
Why do they always try to make me wear something black every Halloween? Granted I have extremely white skin, but that doesn’t mean that I like wearing black all the time.
Have I said already that I hate this costume? Ugh…
I glance at Godt again as Copter lets go of my hand and Godt now continues to push me through the crowd of people.
I would have loved to wear all white. Freaking giraffe. If only I was a little taller, then it wouldn’t have mattered. I would have been able to wear that outfit too, and I could have forced Godt to be the stupid vampire.
We follow Copter into the kitchen. Copter grabs a cup off the counter and chimes, “Stay here. I’m going to go look for Kimmon. I’ll be right back.”
Yeah, sure. Whatever.
Irritated, I grab a cup off the counter. I don’t even ask what it is before, I slam it in one go.
It slightly burns as it goes down, but I don’t care.
Godt nudges my shoulder. “Hey. Don’t drink so fast. You are going to be drunk before we are here for even 10 minutes.”
I grab the ladle from the punch bowl and begin refilling my cup, as I shrug my shoulders. “So, what. I’m here against my will and in a costume that I hate. What more is there to do than to get hammered and enjoy myself? You are the prince. You will protect me.”
When I put the ladle back into the bowl, a smirk slides across my face as I raise an eyebrow. “Right, Mr. Prince.”
Godt shakes his head and grabs a cup. As he turns to look around the kitchen and into the living room, he mumbles, “I guess, but next year, I’m not going to fight you for the costume. You can be whatever you want to be.”
With my smirk morphing into a satisfied smile, I nod my head. “Good.”
After several more cups of that mysterious drink, I stagger a bit while trying to look around the room and take the time to actually look at the other costumes. Everyone has a mask on, except for the few people like Copter, who painted their faces.
Godt, on the other hand, stopped at one cup of the mysterious drink.
I stumble slightly forward as I tries to pat Godt on his chest but miss. “H.Hey… d.d.did… yo.you… ssssssseeeee… thattttt….” I drunkenly wave my hand in front of myself, not pointing at anything.
Dang. How can he move so fast and why are there two, sometimes three, of him?
Godt tries to look to where I’m pointing, but he can’t see anything. Godt furrows his eyebrows and slowly shakes his head. “What?”
I lean my head forward slightly and squints my eyes. “I.I… th.thou.thought… I ssssaw th.thhhhatttt d.d.da.damnnnnn ppppusssssssyyyyyy.”
Godt, while leaning against the counter in the corner of the kitchen, looks down at me and slowly shakes his head. He quietly whispers to himself, “I think you have gone crazy. You are definitely not getting more to drink, unless it is bottled water. I’m not dealing with your drunk ass tonight.”
I ignore Godt and take another wobbly step forward. I may have seen double or even triple of that darn pussy, but I’m going to kick his butt when I find him.
As I take a few more wobbly steps towards the kitchen door, Godt calls out, “Tee, where are you going?”
In my drunken state, I wildly wave my hand to my side and reply, “T.Tooooooo fi.finddddd th.thattttt da.damnnnn p.p.pussssssyyyyyyyyy.”
Godt takes a drink from his water bottle and shakes his head. However, he doesn’t stop me.
I stagger to the kitchen door.
I know that I saw that damn pussy go this way. Dang it. Why are there two of everyone?
With my hand on the wall for support, I go around the door and head down the hallway trying to find that darn pussy.
Just as Godt steps forward to follow Tee, a cute boy stumbles and falls onto Godt. Godt instantly catches the boy and asks, “Are you all right? You didn’t get hurt did you.”
The boy shakes his head and looks up at Godt and flashes him a brilliant smile.
Godt quickly forgets about Tee. Instead, he smiles back at the boy and chimes, “Hi. I’m Godt. What is your name?”
A pink tint slowly spreads across the boy’s cheeks as the boy bashfully replies, “I’m Bas. Are you here with anyone?”
Meanwhile, Tee continues to try and follow where he thinks the pussy has gone, but he has lost sight of all three of them now. However, he continues to head where he thinks he last saw the pussy go.
When he goes around another corner, he stops. Still holding onto the wall for support, he looks down the hall and then at the stairs.
Which way should I go?
I think for a bit before I stagger towards the stairs. Using the handrail, I manage to pull myself up the stairs and continue my search on the second floor.
Luckily, there aren’t too many people upstairs. When I round a corner, I see a prince in all white standing at the end of the hall.
Man, he is fast. I didn’t even see him go around me.
I quickly stagger towards the prince. “H.H.Heyyyy… H.Howwww di.did y.youuuu kn.know I.I w.w.wouldddddd beeeee h.h.here?”
The prince doesn’t say anything, but just looks at me.
Once again, two, sometimes, three princes stand in front of him.
When did Godt become two? Man, I think I might be drunk.
While I’m looking at the prince, I blink a couple of times. The prince, for only a brief moment, will be one before it morphs into two and occasionally three of them again.
I grab the prince’s arm and try to shake his head to fix my vision, but it doesn’t work either. There are still three of them.
