All I Wanted [SCREAM 2]

Chapter 3.4

Today is your birthday and I'm happier than ever. You're pretty giddy, too, but clueless. I was sent out to have breakfast with you this morning as everyone scurries to get everything ready. I need to have him back at his house by 5pm but I'm not sure how.

It'll be easier when you and I hang out with the rest of the group later. You won't have any idea of the surprise party. Just a normal day for us.

Currently, you are kicking my shins under the table at the breakfast joint we're eating at. I raised an eyebrow but you twisted your head around to look around the half-empty diner.

"So where's everyone else?" You said between bites.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, where is everyone? Where are they setting up my party?"

I choked. Your abnormally long arm patted my back and a strawberry landed on my plate.

"Ew... you need to chew your food."

"How did you know?" I wheezed.

You laughed, "You guys are stupid-obvious. Sneaking around all week... Whispering... I could see it a mile away."

"Goddamnit, Stu!" I dropped my fork and folded my arms. "I had a whole day planned to keep you from finding out and you already knew?"

"Hey, hey. Chillout. Nobody else knows what I know.... Besides. I have something better planned."

I tilted my head, "Such as?"

"Come on. I'll drive your car."

You snatched my keys and my hand, yanking me from the booth of the dinner.

Instead of celebrating your day around Woodsboro, you now sat beside me in the driver's seat of my car yelling the lyrics of a Red Hot Chili Peppers song. The windows were rolled down and my hair flew around my face. Every so often you would grab my hand and use it as a microphone. I could barely hear my laughter over the radio static.

The drive took about 30 minutes. The smell of salt washed over me once we parked and you ripped off your shirt.

"Stu, what are you-"

"Take off your clothes."

"Excuse me?" I blinked.

"I said, take off your clothes."

"Why in the hell-" You pressed a finger to my lips and laughed.

"Do you know where we are?" I shook my head. "The beach!"

You grabbed my chin and forced my head to face the windshield. Waves crashed on a sandy beach in front of me and my mouth dropped. You chuckled once more.

"I think this is a much better way to spend my birthday."

"You're absolutely right... but I don't have a bathing suit."

"You're wearing underwear, right?"

I nodded.

"Just wear that then. No one can tell the difference." I looked down, still unsure and you groaned. "Fine. Just wear this over your underwear. It should cover everything." Your t-shirt landed on my lap and I sighed, deciding to be compliant.

We were in and out of the water frequently. I didn't want to enter it at first but you dragged me in by force. We splashed and played. You were happier than ever. The way you looked made me swoon. Your body was soaked. It became more defined than I remember.

You weren't the same eleven year old boy that I knew. You weren't a lanky twerp of a friend. You had grown taller, added muscle and you glowed. All I wanted to do was stay with you like this. Forever.

Eventually the water grew cold. The warm sand was inviting so I let myself sink into the terrain. You sloshed around in the water some more until your shadow loomed over me, blocking the sun.

"You're blocking my sunlight."

"I got you something!" You grinned and plopped next to me.

I sat up and felt something press against my ear.

"What are you-"

"Shhh! Listen."

I did as I was told. A moment of silence passed and all of the sudden, I could hear waves.

"Can you hear it?"

I smiled, "I can. It's the ocean." I pulled away from the object he held and snatched it. In my hands sat the most beautiful conch shell I have ever seen. "It's so pretty..."

"Like you."

"Dork," I threw the shell back at you and laid on my back.

You followed my actions and stared at the sky. I turned to watch your face, drops of the ocean still hanging off of your cheeks and your hair. Your skin was tan and shiny. Every so often your eyes and nose would crinkle, forgetting that the sun was too bright. I couldn't help the smile that grew on my face and threw my body on top of yours. My stomach pressed against yours and your eyes clenched shut.

"Oh!" You groaned and I laughed. "You just... knocked the breath out of me..."

"Sorry..." I giggled.

"You're lucky that you're my girlfriend. Or else you'd get punched for a move like that," you said with your eyes wide.

"Oooh tough guy..."

"I will! You saw how I punched Randy!"

"Well... yeah... but that was mean..." I frowned. "He was defending me."

"I'm supposed to defend you."

"You can't defend me from yourself," I muttered, tracing my fingers along your face.

"I most certainly can and I will." You said as a matter of factly. "I'm always going to protect you."

"Yeah, yeah, cheeselord."

You laughed but never answered. You stared at me as my fingers drew shapes along your face. An expression I couldn't read sat comfortably but I didn't bother asking. I smiled at you, which you happily returned.

"Happy birthday..." I whispered in your ear.

"Happy birthday to me..." You responded. Suddenly, you shifted your weight and flipped me to be beneath you. I yelped and laughed in surprise as you held both of my wrists down. "Now, this is a new perspective."

"You like the view?"

"Love it," you grinned. "I could stay like this forever."

"Oh, I know it," I lifted my eyebrows at you. "You've tested your limits. Now, as much as I'd love to see where this goes, we're going to be late for your party."

You dropped your head in defeat but I was able to convince you to get up. We made it just in time and you did your best to act surprised. Everyone that we knew was there, so this was bound to be a rager for the century.

Drinks and joints were shared. Music was blasting. Everyone was having the time of their life. Everything was about you. Everything will always be about you.