𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 [ 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ] ✘

Trick or Treat?

Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, Y'ALL!!! :D Btw this is pretty much a part two to the other Halloween one shot I did last year ;) Enjoy!

"Beetlejuice."

"Nightmare Before Christmas."

"Beetlejuice!"

"Nightmare Before Christmas!"

"Beetle-" I started to shout again just as a hand was slapped over my mouth, smothering the rest of the word completely.

"Don't say it three times!" he warned and I rolled my eyes at him.

Suddenly, I had an idea and my tongue darted out of my mouth and across Carl's palm. He ripped his hand back instantly, making a disgusted sound in his throat. With his one eye, he sent me a disgruntled look but I just shrugged up at him, smiling happily.

"You're crazy, you know that?" he sighed, shaking his head at me.

I grinned wickedly, "So what if I'm crazy? The best people are!"

After a moment's silence, he finally cracked a smile.

"So what are doing this Halloween?" he asked me, leaning back into the porch swing.

Aimlessly, I swung my feet back and forth, sometimes kicking his shoes to which he'd playfully kick me back.

"Nightmare Before Christmas was good last year," I offered but Carl just shook his head.

"No, I wanna do something different this time,"

"Like what?"

A mischievous glint lit up his blue orb then and I knew I'd asked the wrong question.

"Maggie has a garden," he beamed, as if that answered everything.

I arched an eyebrow expectantly, "And?"

He kept looking at me, waiting for me to grasp the meaning when finally, he sighed.

"Pumpkins, Helena, pumpkins!" he said excitedly and suddenly, a grin lit up my face as well.

A couple of hours later, Carl and I had smuggled a pumpkin out of Maggie's garden and now, we were carving it on Carol's kitchen counter. Orange globs of pulp from the pumpkin were strewn everywhere - decorating our clothes as well as the cabinets. Carl held the carving knife in his hands, digging into the hard exterior as I stood with a carving manual in hand, calling out the instructions to him.

"So did you dig out the gunk first or leave it in?" he asked, grimacing as he yanked another chunk of the exterior out.

A face was beginning to appear but orange goo was stuck in its teeth.

I frowned, "No, Carl, you take it out because it looks like it just ate one of the other pumpkins. It's a Jack-O-Lantern cannibal!"

Carl shot me a look and I sighed.

"Sorry, but it does,"

He scooped out the remaining pulp then and held it in one hand. A mischievous smile lit up his face and he took a step towards me.

"What? Carl, what does that look mean?" I asked him warily.

But he didn't answer, just kept stalking towards me with the clump of pulp. Suddenly, he was in front of me and before I could run the other way, he had grabbed me by the waist. I felt something cold and wet slide down the back of my neck and I gave out a shriek as I thrashed in his arms. I was just about to curse when he whipped me around and planted his lips on mine. I nearly pulled back and slapped him but my anger melted with the softness of his kiss. His mouth was like velvet, rose petals on mine.

Suddenly, there was a loud shriek, making us break apart. Instantly, we glanced up and wished we hadn't. Standing in the doorway with a look of horror on her face was Carol. She looked around with wide eyes before they landed on the two of us in the middle of a large, orange pulp puddle. Her gaze hardened but before she could say anything, I snatched the Jack-O-Lantern off the counter and held it out to her with a bright smile.

"Trick or Treat?"