A/N: This story will be expanded.


Indiana Jones in a Skirt


With a bag of mini Snicker bars in one hand, I open the door.

She's standing on the doorstep, wearing a cowboy hat, long sleeved blouse, vest, skirt, and stockings. She smirks, holding a small jack-o-latern bucket.

"Oh, it's you," I say. I slam the door.

I slump on the couch, toss the bag beside me, and turn on the TV with the remote control. I flip through the channels until I find the Syfy one. A zombie chases a guy on the screen.


Grabbing the bag, I groan and walk back to the door again.

I place a handful of mini Snicker bars into the bucket belonging to the same smiling face. I slam the door again, the hinges shaking.

I lay on the couch. Slowly, the zombie kills the guy.I blindly take a bar from the bag, unwrap it, and chomp off a piece.I prop my head onto one of the pillows, swallowing the gooey nutty chocolate bar.


I rise - without the bag this time - and swing the door open. I turn back to the couch.

I hear the sound of the door closing.

She sits on the carpet floor in a cross-legged position and sets the bucket on the coffee table in front of us. She cups her chin in her hand and stares at the screen.

"Is this how you're going to spend Halloween night, watching crappy movies?" she asks, sweeping a hand through her long black hair.

"What do you want?" I mumble.

"Adam told me you would be here."

"Why aren't you hanging out with him instead?"

"He has to work late."

"Blockbuster's open tonight?"

"It's not an official holiday."

I suck my teeth. "Aren't you too old to be trick-or-treating?"


I huff, glancing at her outfit. "Who are you supposed to be?"

She pulls out a small coil of rope from the pocket of her vest, humming the Indiana Jones theme.

I roll my eyes.

She chuckles. "So, why did you even ask when you could already tell?"

"Please tell me he doesn't wear a skirt."

She grins. "It would be cool if he did. A feminine touch."

"You're kidding, right?"

"He could wear a kilt."

"Why am I even talking to you?"

"You're the one who let me in."

"That's because you're as annoying as a bumblebee," I want to say, but I sigh heavily instead, trying to focus my gaze on the TV. There's a commercial about a singing fish.

"Why didn't you dress up like her?" she questions.


"You know...the blue dress, the red heels..." She clasps her hands. "There's no place like home!"

"I'm fine with jeans and a shirt, thank you very much."

"Aw, c'mon. You have the same name."

"Dorothy's supposed to be blonde, like in the books. I'm a brunette."

"Like the movie version."

I slouch further into the couch. I catch her eyeing the bag. "Take it. I'm sure the brats left the neighborhood already."

She unwraps one. "Only snickers?"

"They were on sale. For a dollar," I respond.

"Hmm..." she muses.

We spend the rest of the night watching low budget horror movies. At one point, I look at the clock, finding that it's near midnight. "Shouldn't you be home by now?"

"Doesn't your dad work late?" she asks.

I yawn and lay sideways in a sleeping position.

"I thought up a story about us the other day," she says.

My eyes shift towards her back.

"It was during the GSA meeting. It's about us. Just you and me, all alone, traveling by boat to an uncharted island in the Pacific. Exploring the rainforest, we find the ruins of a lost civilization. With my flashlight, we go into a dark passageway, watching out for any traps, not having any idea where it leads. I grab onto your arm as we go underground."

A commercial about a dish detergent is on the screen, but my ears are swallowing her words.

"Our boots step that last step. We discover a city where there is a reptilian monster as tall as a the highest canopy, in the middle of a battle against a fairy. I use my rope to lasso the beast. He roars and his paws make BOOM BOOM BOOM sounds. You trick the monster, luring him into the entrance with a drumstick in your picnic basket.

"We help the fairy slay the beast. She tells us that the inhabitants of the city are actually in a deep sleep for over a millennia. A sorcerer from a distant land came to the island long ago. He casted a spell on the people, except for the fairy. He created the monster. The fairy wants to prevent it from devouring the people."

I blink. The TV screen begins to blur.

"We decide to help the fairy in breaking the spell..."

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. The next thing I know, the Indiana Jones theme starts to play in my head. I imagine an island with undiscovered ruins that lead to a forgotten city, where a fairy fights an endless battle with a monster...


I feel someone gently shaking my shoulder. My eyes tiredly lift open. Light filters from the window, creating a spotlight in the living room. I look up to find Dad hovering over me with a concerned expression.

"You all right, Doro?"

"Time?" I grog.

"Quarter to eleven. I bought blueberry pie on the way." He runs a hand through his auburn hair. "I'm going to hit the hay. Why are you sleeping on the couch?"

I notice that the TV is turned off. The remote control sits on the top. The bag of snickers is gone.

A hand touches my forehead. "You sure you're all right?"

I force a smile. "Yeah. I'm okay, Dad."

Once he heads into the hallway, I stand and enter the kitchen. A slice of pie sits on a plate on the table.

I unhook the phone on the wall and dial her number, my heart pounding.

"Hey...didn't get to hear the rest of that story. Monday after school sounds cool?"


A/N: I hope everyone will have a happy and safe Halloween! :D