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pov : aira

"Happy Halloween." A husky voice whispered in my ear and I jumped, dropping the carton of milk on the table but it was closed, so nothing spilt.

It was early morning and it was Halloween today. My dress was hanging in my closet and the mere thought of wearing it in front of Oliver made tingles shoot up my spine. Last night, both of us had talked over Pizza. He told me about his day with Ashton and I told him about mine.

He mentioned that he was going to be at the party too. He also pointed out that he purchased a costume. I wondered what it would be.

"We are running low on food," I said and I heard him shuffling behind me. I turned to see him look at me with amused eyes. "What are you looking at? Go buy some food. Unless, you want to eat pasta dipped in pineapple juice."