StAlKeRs

Thirteen

Stu got off an exit ramp and stopped at a redlight.  "Where are you going?" I asked. "To a restaurant," he said. "What? I swear you're stupid, Stu. Going to a public place isn't smart!" I said. He just laughed which only pissed me off. "Babe, no one knows us here. We're miles and miles away from Woodsboro. We'll be fine. Besides, you need to eat," he said. "Can't we just order pizza or something? Or maybe actually cook something?" I asked. "I don't feel like cooking. And nobody is going to deliver all the way in the middle of nowhere," he said. "I'll fucking cook!" I said. The last thing I needed was someone recognizing him as one of the teens from that small town who murdered his classmates and stabbed his fucking girlfriend. 

"Calm down. We haven't been on a date in a while," he shrugged. "A date? I am not dressed to a date!" I told him. "Okay, first of all, you're fucking beautiful and second of all its fancy. It's this old 50s place, where they come to the car and take your order on roller skates. The burgers are fucking amazing! So are the milkshakes. Plus an added bonus there is also a drive-in right beside it. They're playing Night of the Living Dead. Romero original version not the 1990 remake." I just looked at him with squinted eyes. "And how do you know this?" I asked. "I met my mom at the cabin while you were at school. She dropped off groceries and money. Lectured me on how dangerous it is for me to be trying to talk to you and to be on Woodsboro." He said. "Well she's not wrong," I said. 

Stu wasn't lying when he said that the burgers and milkshakes were amazing. It was like we went back in time. It was like things were normal and all the tragic shit that happened over the last two years was all just a bad nightmare. The time we got to the cabin it was completely dark and almost eleven. Driving down the long private drive, deep, dark, wood on either side of us... It was really the start of a horror movie. "This is how horror movies start," I said, looking out the window. "Yeah, two teenagers are going to a remote cabin in the woods. What could go wrong," Stu laughed. 

"Some criminally insane, escaped convict hiding in the woods, watching them as they get drunk and fuck in the hot tube. Then he waits until they go to bed. And of course the girl is the one that hears a noise and wakes her boyfriend up," I said. "He goes to check it out and doesn't come back," Stu added. "Yeah, and when she goes looking for him she finds him dead and is face to face with the killer but in the end she gets away." 

I have seen too many movies! Oh, my god! What if this is a set up?! No. Stop it y/n. Don't let your imagination run wild.

We finally pulled up to the house, pulling up in front of the garage. Stu leaned over me, opening the glovebox and pulling out the garage opener. The door slowly opened and he threw the opener back in the compartment, shutting it. He pulled into the garage, turned the car off and we got out. "I've got the bags, that door should be unlocked," he said. I nodded my head and walked over to the door. Like he said It was unlocked. I walked through the door into the mudroom and then into the kitchen. Stu was right behind me after he got the bags out of the car, shut the garage door, and then the other two doors. 

It's been a while since I've been here but I still remembered where everything was. I walked over to the wall and flipped a light on. "It's been years since I've been here," I said. "Yeah. I think the last time we were all together was in '93." Stu walked through the kitchen and headed for the stairs. I followed after him up the staircase and down the hall to one of the bedrooms. "Same one you, Sid,  and Tatum slept in," Stu said, walking in and setting my bags on the bed. "I'll be right across the hall," he said, walking out of the door. 

That was unexpected. For sure thought he was going to try and get me to sleep in the same room. Is that-- is that disappointment I'm feeling?! Jesus y/n get it together!

"Hey-" I jumped at Stu speaking. I turned around to look at him, an amused smirk on his face. "Sorry. I was wondering if you were up to getting in the hot tub," he said. I nodded my head, "Yeah. Yeah, sure," I said. He got all giddy and happy then ran across the hall to his room, when he came back out he was wearing his swim trunks. "I'm gonna go down and turn it on so it's hot when you get out there," he said and ran off. "Fucking weirdo," I mumbled. I grabbed my bag, pulled out the bathing suit Stu had put in there. I hadn't really looked at it while we were still at my place. I held it up and sighed, "Really, Stu? What the fuck?!" I whispered. He had grabbed the while, strappy bikini that Tatum had bought me and that I had never worn. 

"Fuck me," I mumbled and quickly changed into it. "I'm definitely going to kill him," I mumbled to myself as I walked downstairs. You had to walk down to the finished basement, which is where we played games and just hung out, and the hot tub was out on the deck connected to it that overlooked the forest and mountains. It was completely secluded, nobody could see you. As I walked into the kitchen to get to the door that led downstairs, the phone rang. I jumped and looked over to the phone that was hanging on the wall. It continued to ring as I just stood there, my heart pounding in my chest. 

I slowly walked over to the counter and picked the phone up. "Hello?" I answered. It was completely silent for a few seconds before someone answered me. "Who is this?" I looked around me expecting either Billy or Stu to pop out, knife in hand and try to kill me. "Who is this?" I asked, my voice shaky. "Y/N? What the fuck are you doing at the cabin?" It took me a minute to calm myself enough to answer but he spoke before I could get a word out. "Its Billy. Where's Stu?"