˚ ༘✶ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐋~!⋆。˚
they all stood in the middle of the hospital lobby. kate on y/n's left, simon on her right. both equally worried about y/n.
kate was holding y/n's hand. something y/n usually wouldn't mind. but somehow, ever since they left deena's house, kate wouldn't leave y/n's head.
how could she never realized how perfect kate was. how pretty, sweet, and funny. sarcastic mostly.
or maybe she did. and just thought all this admiration was normal friend stuff.
but she realizes now that she likes kate. she likes her best friend.
kate then leaves y/n's side, walking to the counter,
"tell nurse beddy she has a patient."
—
"beddy, long time. how've you been?" kate asks, a smile on her face.
"i see you're still tugging around with this moron."
"she can't quit me, beddy. i-i'm too pretty," simon tells him, holding his arms out with a goofy grin.
"we need your assistance," i say, trying to get the conversation back on topic.
"i'm sure you do, but it happens to be security protocol.kept kinda short on bananas and blueberries, and now i need a special — i need to see a patient." deena interrupts him.
—
as deena and beddy walk to sam's room, kate, simon, josh, and y/n go to the vending machine.
"yo, simon. cash me," kate holds her hand out to simon.
"don't look at me! i-i'm broke."
kate looks at y/n, who was at her side, like always.
"josh?" she asks the youngest johnson.
"uh," he feels in his pockets, clearly finding nothing.
"no, but i-uh-i—" he stops talking, walking up to the machine and poking random buttons.
"what do you want?" he smirks, leaning on it right as candy falls.
—
"where'd you learn to do that?" y/n asks him.
"tricks online," he says, taking a bite of his candy.
"is that the only thing you do on there?" kate asks, her voice curious.
"uh, i met my girlfriend on there."
"nice man!" simon pats his back as josh almost falls from the sudden impact.
"are you two dating?" josh asks kate and y/n.
kate's eyes widen as she blushes, y/n doing the same before choking on her [your favorite candy].
they both let out strings of 'no's, looking at each other for a second and looking away.
"oh, i just thought so since you're always glued to each other."
kate clears her throat, blushing. yet neither of them took the effort to move away from each other.
"so when did you get into the fruit business?" josh changes the subject as the others look at him oddly.
"what?" y/n asks.
"the — uh — the drugs."
"oh, that's just temporary. we're saving up to get out of here," kate says, grabbing y/n's hand again.
"take with you guys," josh asks, almost pleads.
kate and y/n look at each other as simon makes a bomb noise.
then the shit hits the fan.
deena and sam burst through the door at the end of the hall, panting and running.
"run!" they shout the the four, passing them.
"did they get back together?" simon asks as the skull mask runs up to them again, grabbing y/n and shoving a knife into her leg to stop her squirming.
"kate!" she screams as the three knock him off y/n, knocking down the vending machine on him.
that's when his mask flipped off his face, showing the dead ryan torres as he harshly tried to escape.
simon picked up his sister as they began to run, following deena and sam.
"get the keys out my pocket!" simon tells kate as she rummages through all gaps in his pants.
"where are they," she huffs under her breath.
"the ambulance," y/n tells them as they run in the direction of the vehicle.
as soon as they get in, kate starts to tend to y/n's — other — wound.
"does that hurt?" kate asks, applying cleansing spray to her leg.
"no shit," y/n replies as the two laugh.
"come on! come on, deena! hurry let's go!" the two heard simon say as deena and sam run into the ambulance.
"go drive, i got her," simon tells kate, resuming kate's work.
why is he after y/n so bad?
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BRUTAL ➭ KATE S.
FanfictionBRUTAL- ❝ y/n, deena, simon, and kate are a small group of friends in high school. but when an unexpected new killer on the loose, and on the hunt, their lives are tested. constantly on the run, who knows if y/n will confess to kate what she wants...