Sarah Paulson/characters one shots

Teens

I lay in my room with my windows open, the summer utterly destroying my closed, hobbit, cool vibe. The burnt CDs I own playing on my CD player at full volume at 9pm, I'm laying in my dark room, lit up with fairy light and Halloween lights, on my queen bed with my old school jacket in my black lace lingerie set with torn stockings.

I smile at my phone, reading about the murders from the clown murders on my street with vodka and energy drink mix in my hand. I start giggling at how cool they're outfits are but how lame they have to be to be in a cult, that's such an old thing to do, I bet the leader is a old white dude angry that Trump didn't pick him as his secretary, or something obsessive like that.
Stacys mom comes on and I jump up on my bed and start dancing, singing along, acting sexy like my crush is watching. I glance out my open window and see my next door neighbours kid watching me, holy shit a child is watching me. I scream over my music at him "STOP STARING DUDE" he laughs and runs off, I continue to dance to the next song and singing to Get scared's song Sarcasm "you could be the drugs and I could be the dealer" I sing and belt out the chorus and drink my drink, dancing as sexily as I could while intoxicated. I grab my black jazz hat and dance in front of my mirror, I throw my phone at the bed and drop onto my pillow, landing on it straddled.

The thing about my room is the window was built low, so my bed is in exact level with bottom sill of my window. I look over at my window after hearing yelling, The boy is back, with his mother yelling towards what I assume was the door for someone else, I giggle and shake my chest at the young teen, he's probably 14, why not tease the kid?
Another person shows up and...it's my crush...FUCK SHES WATCHING ME DANCE AND MOCK HER FAMILY...
I throw myself over to the blinds and try to close them, forgetting they're broken.
She smirks at my attempt to hide suddenly, caught by her partner, who starts going at her, after drinking her wine and sending the boy out, I watch the blonde freeze and start coughing, I glimpse the teen walk out the front and towards the butchery in town. I tear my attention back to the fighting couple, to find my crush smirking evilly down at something.
Ms Mayfair-Richards looks at me smiling and closes her blinds successfully, on the first try. Fucking working blinds, I'm not jealous I'm just annoyed hers work.

A few hours later I'm dancing and now my best friend comes over with a sexy Harley Quinn style clown outfit for both of us, we throw them on and do our make up, continuing to drink and dance in my room. We leave my room to go and grab more drinks from the kitchen, I hear knocking at the front door, mom and dad aren't due to be home for another month, their trips take a couple months a minimum. I look over at Winter "hey is your brother here to pick you up or something?" I ask, she shakes her head confused, I open the wooden door and see, a spray paint can in the centre of the "killers mark", I started laughing, calling over Winter, she sees it and goes white, I laugh harder "holy shit I'm next" I laugh harder, as much as I believe in the killings, I find it funny because of how much I adore all the psycho killer creepy shit, besides if they're anything like what the news says, they're ego is too big to murder a admirer.

Winter excuses herself and leaves, shame she had to leave so early, it's only 1am, I hear a throat being cleared next to the doorway, I look "hi sweetheart" I-It's Ally! My eyes widen and I'm unable to reply, she smirks as if expecting this "may I come in or are you scared I'll do something cultish?" She mocks while glancing at the smiley face on my front porch, I snap out of my trance "Oh, I wouldn't care, I hope you've taken a liking to my new decor?" I nod towards the graffiti, her smile falters, as if expecting to receive a scared little girls reply "come in ms Mayfair-Richards" I say with a smile opening the door and gesturing inside, she chokes slightly at my words, her head snaps to me "M-My wife is Ms Mayfair- Richards..." she whispers out, I smirk up at her "oh you mean the one you killed?" I say purely joking, she didn't see it as so "I DIDN'T KILL HER, SOMEONE POISONED HER" her sudden defensiveness shook me, throwing me off guard "h-hey I was only kidding, that sounds awful...." I say sympathetically, before continuing my sentence "...do you know what they used? How they administered the poison?" I say excitedly, she looked shocked, taken aback by my incredibly forward heartless reply, she stepped closer to me a smirk suddenly dancing on her lips...she changes her emotions fast "I don't need your sympathy, but I am intrigued by how interested you seem over a murder" she whispers hotly mere inches from my face.

My eyes flicker down to her lips....