Norray week day 3..
It starts out innocent enough. Emma suggests they go to a haunted house for halloween to get in the mood, which he agrees because why not. He could never say no to her anyways, being his best friend since five (and a matchmaker but that was more of Emma being Emma)
So they go, him dressed in a white suit with scarlet fake wounds painting his suit. Emma goes as a werewolf which, fine, she can’t look like any monster, she’s just too pure.
Ray dresses of course, as a vampire. Vampires were supposed to have unearthly beauty, which Ray just pulls off amazingly, as handsome as he is. It makes Norman almost flush, seeing him in that black and red cape, raven hair contrasting his pale features. It makes Norman want to kiss him. He resists through.
Emma has a sudden problem with Gilda to take care of, but they’re already in line, so she makes them go alone. Norman thinks that there’s definitely something suspicious about that, but oh well, he might as well enjoy the alone time.
He and Ray finally go in, both wearing unimpressed looks, far too old to be scared by such things as haunted houses. The first attractions are childish really, he and Ray almost smile at how cheap the costumes look.
Ten minutes later, though the atmosphere starts getting colder. It may be the work of an air conditioner, the smart part of his brain supplies. He might be a tad more scared, but he’s still sane.
Fifteen minutes later the bones look far too real. He takes Ray’s hand in his, it’s warm, unlike a vampire’s would be. Ray would usually just refuse, not being one for public affection, but it seemed the house was affecting him too.
Twenty minutes later and Norman is gripping Ray’s hand tightly, just as the latter was doing with his. They’re ready to jump at every goddamn noise, the house really had overdone it that year.
Finally they see the end of it, and they’re almost, almost there.
Emma jumps behind them shouting a boo.
Norman and Ray, both seventeen years old, renowned geniuses, scream so loud that probably their entire city, no country, had heard, hugging each other tightly in the process.
“Scared ya,” is all Emma can say before Ray chases her down the hunted house’s walls, while Norman clutches his heart.