...f paper on you and say that's what you are."
"Well what do you want me to do Carls? I'm not running back to my house on Halloween night; it's like Night of the Living Tiddlywinks out on those streets with all the kids and their grabby hands. Plus there's not a costume shop in miles that'll be open this late. Or have anything this late. So I guess you're stuck with Bella."
"Well actually...I have a few options for you."
Sam made a noise, something akin to a grunt before urging her to continue becoming more than a little impatient with the idea she had gone three minutes without any candy on Halloween.
"Ok so me and Wendy went shopping for costumes last week. She didn't like my choice, who knows why, it's totally awesome," Carly paused to grin and pose in her oversized outfit, "So she picked up a few things for me just in case."
"Ok, well show," Sam ordered, leaning back on the doorframe.
"Stay there," Carly instructed before waddling off to her closet. Freddie watched Sam's eyes dart around the room, from floor to ceiling to bed to TV before finally coming to rest on the boy himself. Her eyes fluttered up and down and she fixed him with a scrutinising look before visibly blanching.
"You look like feet," he retorted, wrinkling his nose.
"So we have a few choices," Carly panted, clearly struggling under the weight of the Styrofoam. She plonked an armful of clothes onto her mat...