All I Wanted [SCREAM 2]

Chapter 3.2

Sorry, these chapters are a bit short. Hope you're all well!
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Today was the day. My first official weekend out of town with you.

I'm surprised my mom ever agreed. It's only been a few months since Maureen Prescott's death but she's been freaked out about the killer on the loose. There haven't been any more attacks and you managed to convince her that your parents were joining us. Not true.

I felt bad lying to her but I didn't mind all too much. Anything to be with you.

We were going up to the mountains for the weekend. I haven't seen snow since last year and since you were determined to make me happy, he asked his parents if he could take me up to the cabin that they own. They said yes, of course.

It was Friday and there you were, standing on my porch.

"(Y/n), Stu's here!" My mom called from the front door, in an annoyed tone.

"I'm right here mom," I grinned.

"Stu why don't you help her grab her things."

You did as you were told and I grabbed your hand, leading your tall figure to my bedroom. You grabbed onto my half-packed bag, surprised by the lightness. I pecked your cheek, bid my mother goodbyes, and left.

The car ride lasted for a few hours at the least. There were minimal stops, lots of snacks, and a tape you made special for the occasion. As soon as we arrived, I fell in love.

The snow was falling slow and tranquil onto the wooden cabin. When I left the car, I hugged my arms tightly to prevent any of my body heat from escaping. My breath fogged in front of me as I stared at the scene in front of me. We were high in the mountains and it was breathtaking. The night had reached us and the town lights shone brightly. The stars were still evident in the sky but the black night clashed with the snowy scenery.

"Do you like it?" You grinned, encapsulating me in your grasp.

"It's so pretty..."

"You're prettier."

I slapped your arm, unable to take the compliment. "You're unbelievably cheesy."

"You wanna get cheesier and make out in the nice, cozy cabin?"

"Smooth. Real smooth."

The inside of the cabin was adorable. Rustic and cozy was the theme. I sat in front of the fireplace, attempting to get a fire started, while you unpacked our things in the master bedroom of the cabin. When you finished I had it warm and toasty.

"Look at what I have..." You sang. I turned to see you behind the couch, holding up a baggy with a shit-eating grin on your face. "Mary Jane is now on vacation with us."

"I love Mary Jane!" I cheered. "I have a fire started."

"Wonderful."

By midnight we were warm, toasty, and fried. You brought out extra large blankets and pillows for us to make a pallet on the floor as we smoked. In front of us were ashes and snacks sprawled out, and I just couldn't stop myself from laughing. You're ten times funnier when we're high.

Though, eventually, we had to clean up the mess. You were too lazy to do so. You laid on your back as I ventured between the living room and the kitchen, paying attention to the ceiling more than me. Every so often I would hear you giggling to yourself, but I never asked what for.

When I entered your line of sight holding two cups of hot chocolate, it's like you turned into a puppy. You jumped up into a criss-cross position and held out your hands for the hot beverage. I can't recall how I made it but you said it tasted good. Which is all that mattered.

"This was the best idea... ever." You said, setting the empty mug on the coffee table. "I am a genius."

"You are, actually."

"Really?"

"No."

"Wow. Brutal."

"Come up here, you big dork," I laid horizontally on the couch, my arms open for you to lay your head on my chest, which you obliged. Once you had nestled into my figure I wrapped my arms around your neck, petting and scratching your head. The buzz was beginning to wear off, making us sleepy as hell.

Although my body wanted nothing but to sleep, my mind wandered to when I first moved back to Woodsboro. I wanted nothing to do with you. You were confusing. Messy. The most difficult boy I knew. I never would have expected this. To have my arms wrapped around you, lulling you to sleep. A sigh left my lips and caused your bright ocean eyes to peer up at me.

"I thought you were asleep?" I cooed.

"Nah. You're too loud... Whatcha thinking about?"

"Us. The beginning of our relationship... You were very confusing."

"I was the confusing one?" You asked, exasperated. You lifted your body above me now, your arms positioning on both sides of me. "I never knew your feelings! One minute we were fine and the next you were blowing up on me."

"Yeah yeah, but if you had told me your feelings sooner it would have worked out."

"And if you realized your feelings about me then it would have been easier for me to tell you!"

The shocked look on your face was serious. I could tell that even just thinking about the beginning of us was stressful. I lifted a hand to my mouth and giggled. I didn't feel bad about anything I put him through.

"Oh? You think this is funny?"

"Hilarious."

There came a pause, I expected you to rebound my statement with a comeback but it never came. This caused my laughter to die down, my eyes growing wide. Your previously lifted eyebrows went back to their normal position and your mouth that was agape shifted into a smirk. Your body lowered, preventing me from moving. Your blue eyes looked hungry.

"What are you thinking about?" I whispered.

Your lips brushed against my earlobe, causing me to shudder. Your voice dropped down an octave, husky and yearning. "I'm thinking that you look really sexy laying under me."

I gasped slightly, feeling your chuckle rumble against my chest. Your nose brushed against mine and I met your kiss. You tasted like chocolate. I was hungry for more. My arms snaked around your neck and you furthered the kiss while I allowed your hands to explore my body. They met my skin underneath my sweater, tugging the material off of my torso.

The homeliness of the fireplace welcomed my bare skin as your fingers danced across my ribcage. The paddings of my own hands were yanking on your t-shirt, desperate for the thin fabric to be removed. You helped, and I could feel your hot skin press against my own. Your lips traveled from mine, pecking my jawline down to my breasts. Your entire body inched, wanting to reach downwards. I never stopped you.

"Is this too much?" You said, reaching the hemming of my jeans. I shook my head no. "Have you ever done anything like this before?" I shook my head once more. "Do you want-"

"Yes," I complied breathily. "I'm ready, Stu."

Another grin stretched wide across your face. "I'm going to make this the best then..."