ANDREIL AND ANDREW IS FORCED TO DO A COUPLES COSTUME W NEIL FOR HALLOWEEN AND HE SECRETLY LOVES IT, FLUFF ENSUES
This is a day late and I need to thank @wolfstsrshipper for the assist (even if I didn’t quite go with their idea, they did listen to me basically stress about how to make this fic good), but while in the shower, where most of my ideas come from, I finally came up with an alright idea.
So, here we are, a day after Halloween, and I’m finally fulfilling this prompt. Sorry for the wait, please know I did not want it to go this long without answering, and please enjoy:
Allison wanted the couples to do couples’ costumes for the Tower’s annual Halloween party. Her and Renee were already going as Harley and Poison Ivy, Allison planning the costumes for weeks while Renee happily went along with it. Matt mentioned something about him and Dan going as Gomez and Morticia Addams, but Andrew had tuned out the rest of their conversation. As for his brother and The Girlfriend, he didn’t really care what they were going as and hadn’t bothered to ask.
That just left him and Neil (Eric unable to fly down for the party to go as Nicky’s date), and really the idea of either one dressing up in cutesy, matching outfits just for one night didn’t really appeal to them.
Andrew wanted to skip the party all together and just sit up on the roof drinking with Neil and occasionally throwing eggs at the hockey players when they walked by; maybe TP Aaron’s room. They could also potentially utilize the empty room for the night and makeout, but Neil wanted to go and (as much as it pained him to admit it) Andrew didn’t want to spend Halloween alone.
But he wasn’t wearing a “couples’ costume.” He drew the line there, and instead decided to be his usual spiteful self and dress as Neil.
He decked himself out in one of Neil’s old, giant t-shirts, threw on a pair of jeans that, quite frankly, had seen better days, found a pair of raggedy sneakers Neil had thrown into the back of the closet and forgot about, and threw it all together with a bad, red wig he had bought online. He then made a sign he planned to wear around his neck that said, “Exy’s bitch” just for flavor.
He just wasn’t counting on Neil’s costume.
“That.” Andrew gestured to Neil’s outfit.
He had given himself a bad dye job (one Andrew hoped was temporary), his newly blond hair styled ridiculously. The black shirt he wore was very, very familiar, along with the black jeans and the thick, black boots. He pulled down the sunglasses Andrew had bought the other day at a kiosk at the mall, smirked, and said, “Hey, I guess we did do a couple’s costume.”
He had dressed up like Andrew.
Andrew shook his head, fighting a smile. “You look like a moron.”
Neil snorted. “The least you could have done was dyed your hair.”
“And look even more like you? No thanks.”
Neil rolled his eyes, turning to head out of their room, and Andrew took a moment to watch his ass as he walked away.
The couples’ costume was almost worth it.
