29. Ch 29- Halloween pt 3

(A/N: Hey, everyone! Now, as I mentioned last chapter, I mentioned a reference to a TV show. While some of you correctly got that the twins' costumes were based on Fairly Oddparents, the name of the show I gave it was a spoof on the show, My Parents Are Aliens. One of you was able to correctly get it, so shoutout to TURP for doing so.

Thank you all for reading, and enjoy!)

Making his way through the crowd of costumed partygoers, Lincoln eventually found some of his friends sat down on the couch, so he made his way over. Artie was dressed in a white karate gi with a black belt, black sandals (because walking to the house barefoot would have been torture), red MMA gloves and a black headband. Mollie was wearing an amber and yellow battle suit, with a blue arm cannon, red chestplate and a red helmet with a green visor, though she currently had the helmet resting on her lap. Joy was wearing a white leotard with a blue collar and a red bow on the chest and the back, a blue skirt, red knee high, heeled boots, white elbow length gloves, a choker with a golden moon on the centre, a gold tiara and a long blonde wig split into two ponytails.

Artie was the first to see the Loud boy approach. "Hey, Lincoln!" He greeted, loudly enough to be heard over the music, alerting the others. "You made it."

"Hey, Artie," he greeted back, then turned to the girls and said, "hey, girls."

"Nice Lucero costume, Loud," Mollie complimented.

"Thanks. Same goes for your costume. It's Amis, right?"

She nodded. "So, where did Jordan disappear to?"

"She said she had to take care of something." He then dropped his smile, checking that she wasn't nearby before speaking again. "Hey, do you know if everything's okay with her?"

She tilted her head, her eyes squinting in confusion. "Yeah, I think so, why?"

"I dunno, but when I spoke to her before, she seemed a bit down. I was wondering if you knew." She turned to Joy, and then they both simply shrugged and shook their heads, causing him to sigh. "Okay. I'll try and ask her later, I guess."

"I'm sure it's nothing, man," Artie assured him.

"Yeah, she's probably just trying to juggle everything with the party," Joy added. "She'll be fine, just let her enjoy the party for a bit. If there is something, she'll talk to you."

He nodded. "You're right. Thanks, Joy."

"What, no thanks for me?" Artie joked, to which the others laughed.

"Hey!" They heard someone call to them, and turned to see Kat and Sadie had arrived. Whilst Kat was dressed in a sleeveless white button up shirt with a light blue tie, black skirt with blue trim, black knee high socks, black shoes with blue soles, long black arm sleeves that reached just short of her shoulders and black and red headphones under a long blue wig in pigtails, Sadie was dressed as an anthropomorphic foxlike creature, wearing a brown dress and leggings, brown pointy ears with darker 'inner ears' on a hairband, a fluffy brown tail with a cream coloured tip, a cream coloured furry ruff round her neck, and brown paw gloves with pink pawpads. She even had the tip of her nose painted black. "Sorry we're late, there was someone bullying a little kid, and it didn't feel right to just let it happen."

"Aww… is the kid okay?" Lincoln asked.

"Yeah. He was a bit upset that they took his candy, but Sadie cheered him up a bit."

"Vixee!" The brunette cheered, making Kat groan.

"That's all she's said the whole way here…"

The others chuckled, before Lincoln looked past the couch and saw some more familiar faces. "Hey, I'll catch up with you guys in a bit," he told them. "I'm gonna say hi to some of the others."

"Okay," they replied whilst nodding, before he walked away. Making his way through the crowd again, he found Clyde and the others, who he had seen just arrive. "Hey, you made it!"

"Hey, Lincoln!" Clyde greeted, with the others also saying "hey". Looking at his friends, he saw that they were dressed in a variety of costumes- Clyde was wearing his One Eyed Jack costume; Zach was dressed as some sort of mad scientist, with protective goggles on his head, a white lab coat on top of his usual shirt and jeans, lab gloves and boots; Liam was wearing a multicolour striped t-shirt underneath a pair of denim dungarees, striped socks and red sneakers, plus some painted on scars on his face; Stella was wearing a black hooded jacket that reached her thighs on top of a green button up shirt, tawny trousers, a sturdy brown belt and black combat boots, and had an archer's bow on her back; and Rusty… well, Lincoln couldn't tell who or what Rusty was supposed to be. All he could see was that he was wearing a leather jacket over a white v-neck, leather pants and cowboy boots, plus shades and his hair slicked back. "So, uh… who are you supposed to be?"

"Believe me, we asked," Stella told him with a smirk, "and we still don't know."

Rusty rolled his eyes at her. "I told you, I'm Jack Furrows!"

They all immediately told him, "who's that?"

"Ugh, you guys have no taste when it comes to movies. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go see if any of the ladies here actually do."

He then walked off, leading Zach to turn to Liam and go, "guarantee someone slaps him."

"How many times?" Liam added, causing both boys to chuckle.

"So, Linc, I thought you were going as Ace Savvy again," Clyde asked.

"Yeah, I was originally, but I wanted to go with something different this year," the Loud boy explained to his friend.

"Well, I think you look awesome like that," Stella commended. "That's an amazing costume!"

He smiled. "Thanks, Stella. Though, I owe my sister Leni for that- she made it herself."

"That's pretty cool."

"OW!"

They all looked through the crowd, where they could see Rusty shamefully rubbing his red cheek, causing everyone to shake their head as Zach went, "told you so."

"Say, Linc, you know where the snack table is?" Liam asked.

"I think it's in the kitchen." The farmboy nodded, then made his way through the crowd, with Lincoln turning to the others once he was gone. "So, what about you guys?"

"I think I'm gonna go see what the DJ is playing," Stella replied.

"Count me in," Zach added, and the two made their way towards the makeshift dance floor, where a DJ could be seen through the crowd by his set.

"Well, Clyde, guess it's just you and me for the moment being," Lincoln told his friend.

"Then let's party, Clincoln McLoud style!"

The party proved to be a big hit, in more ways than one. Not only was the food and drinks station a hit with all the partygoers, but the DJ was an even bigger hit, with the college student dressed as the devil providing constant entertainment for the kids. Of course, there was more than just the DJ to keep people entertained.

"Hey, Loud!" Lincoln heard Mollie call to him from the kitchen, a smirk on her face. "Get your butt over here!"

Lincoln looked to Clyde, who shrugged, before they made their way towards the brunette in the armour suit. "What's up?" He asked.

"You and me, apple bobbing, now," she challenged, arms crossed in a confident stance.

He smirked back at her, mirroring her stance. "Alright. Name the rules, and the wager."

"We've got ourselves a competition!" He heard Artie call out, gathering a bit of a crowd around the two as they stood at the kitchen island, two small buckets filled with water and apples and two bowls next to them, one in front of each of them. "Alright, the game is speed- first one to grab five apples with their teeth and place them in the bowl wins. Loser has to drink…" He presented a gold plastic goblet. "This. The Tonic Of Evil!" The crowd 'oohed' at the punishment. "No saying what's in it until you've drunk it. You ready?"

Mollie placed her helmet on the table and gazed at her opponent with fire in her eyes. "Ready."

Lincoln removed his mask and hat, handing them to Clyde, before returning the gaze with equal fire in his eyes. "Ready."

"Alright, hands behind your backs!" Artie demanded, to which they obliged. "Three… two… one… bob!"

With that, the two sixth graders began bobbing for apples, the crowd cheering them on. Mollie was the first one to remove her head from the water, placing an apple in the bowl next to her bucket, but as soon as she went in for number two, Lincoln evened the scores and went right back for another. The two of them went at it for a good minute and a half, the crowd not relenting their support. Just when it looked like Mollie was going to win, having placed her fourth apple in the bowl and going for the last one, Lincoln practically threw his fourth apple into the bowl, dunked his head in the water and immediately found another apple to put back in the bowl.

"WINNER!" Clyde declared, raising the wet haired boy's arm in victory as Mollie removed her head with the final apple in her teeth. She looked at him in disbelief, wiping the hair out of her face, before she spat the bowl out and smirked.

"Nice one, Loud," she told him, extending her hand. After Clyde let go of his arm, Lincoln returned the smirk, then grabbed her hand and shook it out of respect. "Good game." He nodded, before she let go of the handshake, then took the cup from Artie. "Well… bottoms up." She could smell how bad it smelled, but stuck to her word and downed the drink in one, immediately regretting it as she put the cup down. She screamed as she rushed over to the sink, dipping her head under and turning on the tap to cool her burning mouth. "What the hell was that?!" She yelled, before throwing her head under again.

"That, my friends," Artie announced, "was a combination of onion water, wasabi and hot sauce!"

Everyone winced in disgust, making noises to match. "Glad I won then," Lincoln uttered.

"Same here," Girl Jordan told him as he approached the boy. "Mollie's been bragging that she could beat anyone all night. About time someone beat her."

They both chuckled, before they heard the music change, and the crowd began to disperse. "Hey, I think I know this song."

"I love this song!" Girl Jordan looked to Lincoln. "Come on, let's dance!"

He chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't think so. I'm not a dancer."

"Aww, come on! It'll be fun!"

At this point, Kat and Sadie also joined her. "Yeah, come on, Lincoln. Let's see your moves!" Kat encouraged.

"Yeah, let's go!" Sadie agreed.

"Girls, really, I don't-" he tried to argue, but they successfully managed to drag him towards the dance area, causing him to jokingly groan. "Fine, I'll dance!"

The three girls grinned and giggled as they watched him shyly try to dance. "Come on, Lincoln, is that all you've got?" Girl Jordan challenged. "Just let yourself go, and dance!"

He could tell she was just teasing, but it helped him ease into it, his movements becoming more fluid and free. "There you go, Loud!" Kat cheered as she and the girls joined him. "Woo!"

As they chuckled and enjoyed themselves, Liam, Zach and Rusty couldn't help but watch on from the sidelines. "Man, Lincoln's really letting loose!" Zach commented.

"Yeah, him and the girls are having more fun than Virginia in mud after the rain's stopped!" Liam added.

Rusty, however, rubbed his cheek after yet another slap and mumbled, "lucky…"

As the party wound down, and everyone else had begun to make their way home, Girl Jordan walked with Mollie to the door. "Thanks for coming," she told her friend.

"Hey, thanks for having me, girl," Mollie replied, before the two gave each other a hug. "See you at practice on Sunday."

"See you at practice." She waved as Mollie walked away, then started to head back inside, when she noticed that Lincoln was still there, and was actually cleaning up. "Lincoln? I thought you left."

He looked up at her and smiled. "Oh, hey, Girl Jordan," he replied. "My sisters aren't here yet, so I thought I'd help you to clean up a bit, since I'm guessing your parents will be mad at you if you don't."

She giggled. "You don't have to do that, Lincoln. I can handle it, it's not that messy here."

"I know, but I kind of want to."

"Well, I won't say no to you helping, then." She then began to work with him, picking up lose wrappers and cups. "So, did you like the party?"

"Yeah, it was awesome! Probably the best party I've been to! You're a great party planner, you know that?"

"Aww, thanks, Lincoln. I'm glad you liked it so much." She leaned toward him, as if other people were there. "Just between you and me, because Mollie will freak if she finds out, but your costume was so much cooler than hers."

The two of them laughed at this, smiles wide on their faces. "Thanks. Though, I'd probably say I prefer yours." She giggled again, making him smile just a little bit more. "So, how did you manage to get a DJ?"

The two of them spent the next five minutes talking about stuff that happened at the party- like how Rusty got slapped and shot down every time he tried to speak to any of the girls at the party, and how Joy freaked out when Kat got knocked and spilled soda over her wig- and during that time, they managed to put all of the rubbish into trash bags, and cleaned up any spills.

"Thank you so much, Lincoln," she told him as they carried the trash bags outside, where they placed them in trash cans. "I really appreciate this."

"No problem," he told her, then heard his phone buzz. Picking it out of his pocket and turning it on, he saw a text from Luan that said:

Bee there in hive, Linc. Hahaha

He groaned. "Even in texts, she puns badly," he muttered, before turning to Jordan. "My sisters will be here in five, so I think I'm gonna sit out here until they arrive."

"Mind if I join you?" She asked.

"Sure, go ahead." The two sat down on the lawn near the house, where they could see a couple of kids down the street still trick or treating. Looking up at the sky, Lincoln said, "moon looks nearly full tonight."

She looked up and nodded. "Yeah, it does. Still, the sky would be a lot prettier without the street lights. It'd be so beautiful, full of twinkling stars."

"I know what you mean." The two sat there for about twenty seconds, neither saying a thing, until he looked at her. "Can I ask you something?"

She looked at him with a tilted head. "Sure, Lincoln, what?"

"Well, I was just… I was wondering what was bothering you earlier. Did I say something that upset you?" She frowned at the question, looking down at her feet and pulling her knees up to her chest. "I'm sorry. If you don't want to talk about it, then-"

"No, it's okay," she quietly replied, taking a deep breath before she continued. "Lincoln… why do you call me Girl Jordan?"

He blinked, not quite sure what she meant. "Uh…"

"I mean… I get why you do it at school, since there's two Jordan's, and everyone else does, but… when we're not at school, it… it bothers me a little. It didn't as much when we first met, or anything, but recently… I dunno, it just makes me think that, maybe we aren't as good friends as I thought."

Taken aback, Lincoln took about fifteen seconds to absorb and consider this. 'So that's why she was frowning,' he thought, a frown of his own appearing. 'I had no idea… though, now I think about it, I kind of get it. It must suck to be thought of as just someone who shares her name with someone else.' He turned to her again, and hesitated before placing a hand on her shoulder, getting her to look at him. "I'm sorry. I had no idea that you felt that way."

She could tell from his soft eyes that he felt regretful. "Honestly, Linc, it's okay. I mean, it's not that big a deal-"

"Well, it is to me. I don't want to upset you or anything. Did it really bother you that much?"

"Well, kinda. Like I say, it wasn't as bad at first, and I don't mind it at school as much, but…"

He didn't need to hear any more to understand. "Gir- I mean… Jordan… if you don't want me to call you Girl Jordan, then I won't. I'll just call you Jordan from now on." He gave a small smile. "Is that what you'd like?" She couldn't explain it, but the smile he gave her made her feel happier. "Is that a smile I see?"

Realising that she was, she tried to hide her smile. "N-no…"

He smirked, noticing her beginning to crack. "I think it is."

"It- it's not."

"Oh, yes, it is." When she finally smiled, the two shared a laugh before just looking at each other. "But, seriously, if it bothers you, then I won't call you that anymore."

"You're serious?" He nodded. After a couple of seconds, she wrapped her arms around him, convincing him to hug her back. "Thanks, Lincoln."

"No problem, Jordan."

Just then, they heard a car horn, so they let go and turned to see Vanzilla waiting in front of them, with all five of Lincoln's older sisters peering out at them with giddy grins. "Hey, Lincoln, let's go!" Lori called.

"Yeah, Stinkoln, hug your girlfriend another time!" Lynn yelled next, causing the white haired boy to roll his eyes, whilst Jordan blushed a little.

"I better go," Lincoln told her, the two kids getting to their feet and facing each other. "I'll see you at practice?"

She nodded. "I'll see you then."

He nodded back, then began to walk away, the two waving to each other as he got into the van before it drove away, leaving Jordan smiling as she went back inside, with her unable to think of a better way for the night to end.