Grayson looked at me as if I was crazy. "No," he said. "Absolutely not. You know how much I hate dressing up for Halloween."

I gave him a pout, something that normally gets him to cave in. "You did in the twelfth grade," I pointed out.

"That's only because you made me," he said. "And this time, you are not making me."

"Pretty please?" I asked, stepping closer to him. "I really want the three of us to where a costume."

Grayson bit his bottom lip and looked away. "No. I'm not caving in this time."

"Please, Grayson?" I asked. "Pretty please. Halloween is today and all the costumes are...