[ WP ] I feel like there is a lack of love on this subreddit . Write a Love Story !

Halloween was the night for the strange, the odd and the queer. It was for the cute, the gory, the brave and of course, the sexy. I have many wonderful memories of Halloween. I remembered dressing up and trick-or-treating with my older brother. I remembered being scared and reaching for my brother ’ s hand. Of course, there was never any real danger, and looking back it was childish to be afraid, but my brother ’ s hand - it was always there for me. So it occurred to me as I made my way to Three alone that my secret, really was my secret. If I can not tell the one person in the whole wide world, who would protect and defend me no matter what, who could I tell? 
 
 About a month ago, I overheard the girls in class talking about Three. It was a gay bar. I have never been and not just because I was underage, though that was a pretty good reason. They had laughed and giggled and joked about checking it out. That was how I learned of the Halloween costume party and decided that no matter what, I would go. There was after all, something about being anonymous that made people braver. And me? I was no exception. 
 
 I managed to get into Three without much trouble. It was packed. People were constantly coming and going through both their main entrance and their side door. And since it was no longer legal to smoke in clubs, a lot of people were smoking outside. 
 
 I was surprised to see so many people like me. Never gave it much thought before, but I definitely never could have imagine so many if I tried. I found it oddly comforting navigating through the energetic crowd. Men smiled at me and I smiled back. There were women too. They smiled too in a warm and friendly way that was a little different from the men. Everyone was having a great time – drinking and dancing. A few brave or drunk ones were dancing on the bar tables along the side of the club that bordered off the sunken dance floor from the booths. On one of these tables, a drunk woman was trying to drag a man dressed as a pirate with a paper masquerade mask onto the table. He was clearly not interested and kept trying to pry her fingers from his costume. 
 
 I made my way over, not sure exactly what I was going to do, but just as I was arm's reach away, the woman slipped and tumbled off the table and landed on me, dropping us both onto the floor. A sudden fear of being trampled filled my head and I tried to push the woman off of me so I could get up. She was all over the place herself and too drunk to be of any help. Just as I was starting to panic, she was off, and someone grabbed my arm and pulled me up to standing. I looked around, confused, and saw that her friends had found her. I think they apologized to me for her, but the music was too loud to be sure. I smiled weakly and shrugged as they left. 
 Someone was still holding my arm, steadying me. It was the pirate. He leaned close and asked me if I was alright. I nodded, but he did n't seem to believe me. I let him lead me out the side door away from the loud music and into the cool night air. 
 
 “ Are you alright? ” he asked me again. He was clearly about my age and was honestly pretty hot with his soft black curls and intense dark eyes. It felt as if he were staring straight through me. 
 
 “ Yeah. Just did n't expect to be picked up this way. ” 
 
 He laughed, said, “ Glad you're alright, ” and started back to the club. 
 
 “ Wait! ” 
 
 He stopped and turned around. 
 
 “ Nice pirate costume, ” apparently this was the best I could come up with. 
 
 He smiled and made an unsuccessful attempt to brush a stray curl of hair out of his eyes. “ I was actually going for gypsy, but I guess that's close enough. ” 
 
 “ Can I buy you a drink? You know, for helping me out back there? ” 
 
 “ Is that the only reason? ” he asked with a sly smile, his eyes still staring through me. 
 
 “ No, it isn't. ” 
 
 He smiled and walked right up to me, such that our faces were just inches away. I felt the back of his fingers brush my forearm, and then the cool touch of his rings as his hand closed around mine. I could smell the light scent of his last drink. 
 
 “ You're cute, ” he told me, as he lightly brushed his lips against mine. When I did n't move away, he kissed me again. This time much more deliberate. 
 
 As I kissed back, I felt his arms surround me, holding me close. Unsure what to do with my own hands, I awkwardly wrapped them around his surprisingly narrow waist. 
 Someone drunkenly bumped into us and I lost my footing for the second time tonight. His arms tightened protectively around me, keeping me upright and pressed so close to him. I let out a nervous chuckle and he met it with a warm smile. 
 
 “ Let's get away from the drunks, ” he suggested. “ Your place? ” 
 
 “ I'm afraid my place is filled with drunks too, ” I lied. 
 
 “ Let's just go for a walk then, ” he suggested. He let go of me and started walking, leaving me to follow. A strange uncertainty bubbled in my mind and made me trail him slowly. He noticed though and held out his hand to me. I accepted it with a familiar ease that I could not explain. Hand in hand, we walked away from the light and the noise, and away from the warmth and the chaos. 

