October 29th was unusually warm, it had been raining all week and Brandon Dawkins was out searching for a costume for the party. He had been in and out of hundreds of shops and still, nothing had caught his eye. He was seriously beginning to wonder if he should even go. That's when he saw it. The most simple costume, yet good enough to wear to a party. The price was perfect, not enough to make him bankrupt and not so cheap either. So what was this perfect costume? A werewolf costume. Brandon went into the store, paid for it and left.
He got home and tried it on for the first time. He spiked his short brown hair, added the thick furry eyebrows and sideburns to his sculpted face. He put the plastic fangs, which fit perfectly, in his mouth. When he smiled the fangs poked out. Finally he finished by putting the latex paws on. With the entire costume on he looked like a perfect teenaged werewolf.
Thursday morning had come and gone and school was letting out. "Yo, Brandon, wait up!" someone called as Brandon walked to his VW Beetle. Brandon turned around to see Scott Brampton come running towards him waving. " Oh fuck." Brandon whispered as Scott caught up. Scott bent over trying to catch his breath, his hand on Brandons broad shoulder. " What is it Scottland?" Brandon had used Scott's full name, meaning he was angry with someone. " Sorry babe, I was just wondering if you were coming to the party." Brandon rolled his eyes and dropped his school bag, pointing at Scott angrily he shouted at him. " Stop calling me baby, or babe or sexy," Brandon had shoved his finger into Scotts muscular chest. " My name is Brandon, okay? Bran-don." He smiled slightly, but he was still visibly angry.
"Oh, wow, okay Brandon, sorry dude. Didnt mean to anger you. I'll go now dude, sorry." With that Scott turned around and headed for his blue Neon, occasionally turning back to see Brandon, who was still watching him. Scott turned to unlock his car door and as he did, he heard a car zoom past him, he looked up to see Brandons VW Beetle turning the corner and venturing out onto the main road. Scott sighed and reluctantly got into his car and started the engine.
After driving around his block several times Brandon finally decided to pull into the driveway and get out of his car. As he shut the door to his VW the front door to the house swung closed and Brandon's father was standing there getting his keys out to lock it. "Hey, dad! It's okay; you dont have to lock it. I will." He said making his way up to the front step. "Thanks son. Your mother and sister are out buying their costumes and candy for Hallowe'en, they probably wont be back for another hour or so." His father explained the situation and got into the taxi that had just pulled into the driveway at that moment. Brandon waved to his father and went inside. The instant he stepped inside the front hall Butch, the small pug-faced dog he was babysitting for their neighbors came waddling up to his feet as fast as he could go. Brandon bent over and picked the small dog up, allowing Butch to give him kisses. "Okay, okay Butch that's enough." Brandon said between laughing. He put the small dog back down and headed for the kitchen to feed the small dog.
Grabbing the bag of dog food and pouring it into the small dish he pushed the locate button on the base for the kitchen phone. Rhythmical beeping came from the living room and he headed there to retrieve the cordless phone. Once he found it hiding under the cushion of the love seat his parents had bought for the family as part of a new living room set for an early Christmas present; he returned it to its base and went upstairs.
