AN: This is dedicated to the wonderful Kristin, who purchased my time and challenged me to step outside my comfort zone to write this story.

And, for the purposes of this story, Halloween falls on a Friday.

Let me know what you all think!

"And so it begins," muttered Emmett evilly, throwing back his head and letting out an exaggerated "Muah-ha-ha!"

Jasper and I simply rolled our eyes. Emmett was certainly the most devoted to the night out of the three of us, but he had a tendency toward the melodramatic. He was, to put it mildly, a little over the top.

I leaned back, my head held up awkwardly as the rest of my body relaxed against the picnic table, enjoying the unusual presence of the sun in the rainy town of Forks, Washington. It was October 30, mischief night, and it was a tradition amongst us three to be the bane of the Forks population for the past six or so years, ever since we had entered middle school. It had earned us the personal interest of the local chief of police, Chief Swan. His wrath the morning after was nearly as much fun as the mischief itself.

"So," I inquired causally of the people sitting at the table with me, Jasper Hale and Emmett, my older brother, "what are we doing and who are we hitting this year?"

"I vote classics. Eggs, Vaseline, ceran wrap, TP, the works," Jasper drawled from beside me.

Jasper's accent had come from years of living in the south with his father. When he was about 11, his father passed away. He had then moved to live with his mother and his twin sister. This had happened in the beginning of middle school, and we had taken him under our wing until he was like a brother to us as well. His sister and Emmett had eventually, after years of tormenting one another, they were the high school equivalent of married, despite being busy as the quarterback and swimming team captain. They were also this year's homecoming king and queen, to no one's surprise except their own.

Jasper and our sister Alice, had finally fessed up to each other at the beginning of this school year, just in time for the "Welcome Back" dance and were now going steady. It looked like it was going to last until he graduated, and then only they knew where things would go.

As for me? Single. And hating every minute of it. I was in love with my sister's best friend. And she wouldn't even look at me as anything other than her best friends brother. I'd heard her tell my sister as much one night during a sleepover. Isabella Swan never had and never would like me. And I would learn to accept that.

Or at least, that's what I was telling myself as she walked out of the building, hand in hand with class douche Mike Newton.

I let out a low growl that made Jasper roll his eyes. Emmett just looked confused. He didn't know about my feelings for Bella. Telling people would only complicate things. Jasper though, he was a different. It was almost as if he could sense the way my emotions changed whenever she entered the room. Thankfully, he was the only one who had it figured out.

Bella gently pulled her hand out of Mike's and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before walking off in the direction of her car. Mike slapped her on the ass as she walked away, and i found myself perched on the edge of my seat on the bench, fists clenched and teeth gnashing. How he could treat someone as beautiful, intelligent, witty, and all out amazing as Bella with anything but reverent respect was beyond me. As was why she put up with his shit. There were people out there who would treat her much better, and happily too.

"Swan!" I called out involuntarily, my mouth operating of its own accord, trying to get her closer.

She turned around and a smile lit up her face before she came running over. "You rang?" she inquired cheekily, and I felt a smile spreading over my own lips.

"Anyone on your shitlist you'd like to add to ours?" I asked her. "One time special offer."

Emmett looked eager at the mention of new victims, and Jasper simply stared at me incredulously. I just shrugged my shoulders at him, not turning away from the deep chocolate eyes that currently captured my gaze.

"I'm going to break up with Mike," she said suddenly, glancing over her shoulder to see if he had overheard her. "Tomorrow."

"Good," Emmett said, "He's a jackass." Over the years he had sort of adopted Bella as a younger sister and didn't approve of her choice in men any more than I did, although at least his motivations were a little more pure and a little less selfish.

We all nodded in agreement. Mike Newton was on all of our shitlists, not just mine. He had been in a fixed position there since the beginning of high school when he had first called Alice a lesbian because of her pixie cut. It had all been downhill since then. And tonight was the night we got to get revenge. Although I had my own plans for the boy, of a far more personal nature, that didn't mean we should give his place a miss.

"I'm not telling you so you can abuse the guy," she said sternly, looking at each of us in turn in a style that was scarily reminiscent of her father. The resemblance was uncanny. "I'm asking you to give him a break just this one mischief night. He's going to have a rough enough time tomorrow as it is. Don't add to the poor boy's troubles."

We all stared at each other incredulously. Could we really do this? I looked back at Bella, saw her biting her lip, the small worry line back between her brows. For Bella, I told myself sternly. Besides, she hadn't said anything about not fucking with the guy tomorrow, which is when I had planned on exacting revenge anyway.

"If we do what you ask," Emmett said, "you have to come trick-or-treating with us. No ifs ands or buts."

"And you have to kiss Edward," Jasper added, his eyes dancing wickedly.

"Why?" we both asked at once, her face and the tips of my ears turning red.

"To humiliate both of you. And we have to piss Newton off somehow, don't we?" he said, an evil smirk in place on his face.

Bella looked back at Mike, then sighed. She squared her shoulders and then walked a few steps closer. "I'm sorry Edward," she whispered, her brown eyes catching my green before she gently pressed her lips to mine.

My world was on fire. Her lips were so soft, so warm, so right against my own. I had to struggle to keep my hands at my side. To Bella, this was nothing more than a dare. But to me, it was so much more. It was my entire world. She was my entire world.

Far, far too soon, Bella pulled away, face bright pink. "There," she whispered before dashing away to her car, not looking back once.

Emmett and Jasper burst into laughter, Emmett pounding me on the back as he shook with laughter. "Your faces!" he managed to gasp out.

And that was all my brother and best friend had to say about the best moment of my life so far. They were too busy laughing to add much more.

"What do you mean you won't sell it to us?" Emmett exclaimed at Jessica, the girl working the cash register at the grocery store, gesturing vehamently at the eggs on the conveyor belt.

"The owner told us all not to sell to you tonight by orders of the chief of police, and especially not anything that could be used for mischief, as these clearly are intended for. Come back and buy them tomorrow if you actually need eggs for non-mischief night purposes."

The three of us walked out of the store, somewhat defeated. We had everything else, and we didn't really need them, but egging the chief's car had become a sort of tradition amongst us.

"What do we do now?" Emmett asked, his voice that of an upset child. He really was just a gigantic kid at heart.

"That's simple," I told him, a plan forming in my mind. "We get someone else to buy them for us."

"But they probably won't sell to Alice or Rose either, knowing that anything they buy is probably for us," Jasper said, pointing out what he thought to be a flaw in my plan.

"That's why we don't recruit them. We get the daughter of the police chief to do it for us. If she's willing, which would surprise me after the stunt you pulled this afternoon," I said, shoving Jasper a little harder than was necessary just to be playful.

"It can't hurt to ask," Emmett said, sounding thoughtful for once. The rest of us agreed and climbed into the Monster, our nickname for the giant jeep Emmett drove. Soon we had pulled up in our driveway, next door to the Swan's house. Parking in the chief's driveway would have been too suspicious, we decided. So we, the three of us, ran over and knocked on the door.

"What if the chief answers the door?" asked Jasper as Emmett rang the doorbell.

Crap. I hadn't thought of that. "Bushes!" I called, jumping sideways into the nearest shrubbery, forgetting that to the right of the door was the rosebush. "Fuck!" I shouted, essentially blowing any cover we had had.

"Edward?" called a voice, which I was relieved to hear belonged to Bella and not her father. "Is that you cursing in the bushes?"

"Maybe," I said, sticking my head up and attempting to disentangle myself from the thorny foliage. Jasper and Emmett, sensing that it was safe to come out, emerged from their own, thorn free bush. They looked at me, at the predicament I was in. And they laughed.

"Just shut it," I muttered angrily, finally disentangling myself from the bush, bearing several scratches from my efforts.

Bella's hands flew to her mouth as she tried to hold back her laughter. She didn't succeed, but her mirth let me feel at least a little better about the whole thing. I had made her laugh. "What are you three doing?" she asked, giggling uncontrollably.

"Hiding in your bushes," Emmett replied matter-of-factly

"I can see that," she said, giggling again. "What I meant to ask was why."

"Well, we needed to talk to you. And then it occured to us that your father might answer the door. And considering what we plan on doing tonight, we're probably number one on his list of people to bring in. Or at least bring home. Anyway, it's too early in the night for him to mess with our plans. So we hid," Emmett explained.

"You needed to see me?" she asked, her brown eyes meeting my own before she glance away quickly, cheeks turning red. I looked down at the ground myself, more than a little embarrassed after this afternoon. What if Bella couldn't stand to be around me anymore?

"We need to ask you a favor," Jasper began, practically oozing charm. Bella smiled at looked up.

"And what on earth," she said, smiling sweetly, "makes you think i would do you a favor after that stunt you pulled this afternoon?"

Jasper and Emmett at least had the decency to pretend to look abashed. I had nothing to apologize for, so I got to stare at them accusingly as well. Then it was my turn to turn on the charm.

"Bella, please, without your help mischief night will be ruined this year, and the entire town of Forks will be disappointed."

"Except my father."

"Can we compromise?" Emmett asked tentatively.

"I won't talk to anyone but Edward," she growled, at the other tow, making them flinch. I tried not to laugh. Bella could be freighting when she wanted to be, but she reminded me more of a kitten that thought it was a tiger. "He and I were the victims this afternoon."

"So, fellow victim," I began, trying to hide my smile. "What would it take for you to procure some eggs for us?"

"Give my house a miss this year," she said immediately.

"One condition," I said. "The cruiser is fair game."

"Done," she said, a smile lighting up her face. I couldn't help but grin in response, and then we both seemed to remember this afternoon, glancing down, faces turning red. "I'll be right back," she murmured before dashing into the house, slamming the door in my face.

"Thank you. Thank you so much Jasper," I said, voice oozing with sarcasm. "Now she can't even look at me." I scuffed my shoe like a petulant child. Which is essentially what I was.

"What's going on?" Emmett asked, looking back and forth between us. Before either of us had a chance to respond, thankfully, the door opened once again, revealing Bella, but for once it was not her I was focused on. It was what was in her arms. A pink carton. Filled with on dozen, beautiful, elliptical, brown eggs. The three of us gazed up at her in awe. She was our savior. Emmett told her as much as he gingerly removed the eggs from her hands, holding them reverently.

"You have just saved the night. Shall we kiss you feet?" I asked jokingly, trying to salvage something of our old relationship. Bella muttered something to herself, something I was unable to catch.

"Now, you boys have a good night, and tell me all about it in the morning," she said, smiling before closing the door on us.

Emmett turned back to us, egg in hand, box open in an offering, evil look returning. "Let's get this party started!"