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                I sat down on the driveway next to my best friend, Robby. It was October 22^nd, and all of the teens from our youth group were there at the Bakers’ house, carving pumpkins. Well, none of us had got to the carving yet; we were scooping out the insides first. It was really gooey, messy, sticky, and all of that other fun stuff.

                “Hey, Rob,” I said, wiping my hand on his sleeve.

                He jumped up, moved a few feet away, and sat down, saying, “Yep?” like he’d done it a million times – which, considering I was his best friend, he probably had.

                “I was thinking…”

                “You were? Wow, that’s a first,” he teased, voice dripping with sarcasm.

                Trying to look like I was pouting I said, “Hey!” After a few moments I continued, “Anyways, what are you going to carve on your pumpkin?”

                He shrugged. “I don’t know. Why do you want to know? What are you going to carve on yours?”

                I looked up at the sky, squinting. It was very blue today, no clouds in sight. I squinted harder, as if I was trying to see something in the distance, but I was just thinking. As usual. “I don’t know. But it’s gonna be something cool! Lemme see, I could… no, that wouldn’t work. Well, I can – no, I can’t. Oh! Now I know –”

                “Will you decide already?” Rob looked up from his pumpkin and glared at me through his deep green eyes. He was obviously annoyed, at which I grinned. Good; if he was annoyed then I was doing my job.

                “Okay, okay, I was only trying to think. Is that a crime around here?” I said back, scooping out a handful of mush and seeds. My first impulse was to throw it at him, but Rob beat me to it. We both ended up, at almost the exact same time, with gush and mush all over our heads and shirts.

                He knows I don’t like it when I get this messy, and when I do I get really, really mad. So without giving it a second though I picked up all the junk I’d got out so far, walked over to him and before he could even think I dumped it – all – on top of his gelled brown curls.

He looked up, stood up, and for a moment I thought he’d do something bad or shout at me. Instead, Rob did the next worst thing: he dumped all of his guts and insides (the pumpkin’s, not his) on top of me. And then, the most horrible of horrible things – he grinned at me. Grinned at me! As if I was the funniest joke ever; and, though I’ll never admit it, I probably was.

I ran a hand through my usually dark brown hair that was now clumped up, and pulled out some of the goo and threw it at him. A bit late though; Rob ducked and it hit Morgan, one of the “skater dudes” of our youth group. Seth, Joey and Sam; the other “skater dudes”; all started to laugh, so Morgan scooped up some of his pumpkin’s guts and threw them at Joey.

Soon all of the teens, guys and girls, were having a pumpkin gut fight. Guts, seeds, goo, and messy, sticky pumpkin mush all flew through the air at incredible speeds; after throwing awhile I stood back to admire the sight I’d started.

That night we all went home gooey, mushy, messy, gross, disgusting and sticky; but happy.