After cleaning up, and throwing on a load of laundry, Brandon sat in his computer chair and started on his homework, a few hours had passed when his mother and sister arrived back at home, and his mother called him downstairs to say hello. "Hey mom." He gave his mother a hug wearing an old T-shirt and a pair of gray track pants. "Hello honey, I'm sorry your sister and I took so long, but the new slasher flick was playing and we decided to see it together." She explained, while putting her purse on the kitchen counter. Dianne, Brandon's sister was taking dishes out of the dishwasher and onto the table. "It's really good Brandon, you should go see it." She said, passing by him with an armful of plates and cutlery. Brandon didnt reply, he just nodded as he began to go through some of the shopping bags they had brought home. His mother put the pizza into the oven and began making a salad, and Brandon returned to the basement to put the dryer on.

Dinner had come and gone and so had Wheel of Fortune. Brandon again sat in front of his computer staring at the glowing screen. He was to write an essay on the topic of his choice, and yet he had drawn a blank. He stood up and stretched, wandering around his bedroom, possibly searching for a clue as to what he should write about. He went into his closet and pulled out his costume, laying it on the bed at the same angle he had been in earlier. The thought made him smile a little as he stood there, hand on chin, examining the costume. Then it hit him. His topic for the essay; Werewolves, Vampires, Demons and other Halloween Haunts: Fact or Fiction?

A few days later the last bell rang and he got up from his desk in English class and handed the essay to his teacher who stood at the front door, stopping anyone who hadnt passed her their essay while trying to leave. She nodded at Brandon as he handed it to her and left the room. He had managed to avoid Scott for a large portion of the past few days, only occasionally seeing him in class or at lunch. Neither had said a word to the other. Just then they literally ran into each other in the hall. "Oh, hey, sorry about that Brandon, some guy pushed me, I didnt see you, sorry. Sorry." Scott apologized frantically and Brandon just smiled. "No problem bud." He said hitting Scott on the shoulder. "I'm sorry about the other day, must have been PMSing or something." He explained laughing. Which made Scott laugh and smile too. "So you're not still pissed at me?" he asked for reassurance. "No. I was never pissed at you, you were just my vent, sorry about that man." Smiling he motioned to start moving again, stopping in the hall at the end of the day wasnt usually a smart thing to do when it was always packed with students trying to get by in both directions, by any means possible. They made it to their lockers and then out to the parking lot. Brandon apologized again and they both walked off to their cars, driving away from the school, they hooted and hollered at any student pedestrian, shouting "Get off the road!" despite them all being on the sidewalk.