StAlKeRs

Twenty-Eight

A/N: So above is a quick and horrible sketch of an outline of y/n dorm room how I picture it in my head.

We had stopped by Randy's dorm so he could get some clothes then we walked to my dorm building. "How did you get lucky enough to get your own dorm room?" He asked as I opened the door to the building. "Because I'm awesome," I said, shutting the door and making sure it was locked. "Right. How could I forget," he said and rolled his eyes. When we were close to the top of the second floor landing I felt a wave of dizziness. I gripped the railing and closed my eyes. "Y/N/N?" Randy's hand came to my shoulder and I looked up at him. "You okay?" He asked. "Yeah. Just had a sudden wave of dizziness."

"Okay. Come on," he said. He wrapped an arm around my waist and helped me the rest of the way up the stairs and down the hall to my door. "Keys?" He asked. I handed over the keys and he took them. While he was sticking the key into the lock I looked down the hall to see a tall figure leaning against the wall in the shadows. I squinted and focused on them. A shiver ran down my spine when I noticed the figure to be Stu. My eyes trailed down to the arm that dangled at his side. Tightly gripped on his hand was his knife. Out of instinct I gripped onto Randy's arm. "What?" He asked as he looked at the terror on my face. I looked at him then turned to point down the hall but he was gone -- Stu was gone.

"Come on. Get inside," Randy said, gently pushing me inside my dorm room. He walked in after me and shut the door making sure it was locked. "Thank you, Randy," I said after I calmed myself down. "For what?" He asked as he set his bag down on the small sofa. I had used the small empty space in my room to set up a little living area. "For everything. You're always there for me. No questions asked," I said with a shrug. "You're my best friend. I'll do almost anything for you. Now, which way to the showers?" He said. I pointed to the closed door and he just looked at it. "It's through there," I said.

"You have your own bathroom?! How is that fair?" He asked. He picked up his bag and walked into the bathroom. A couple seconds later he popped his head out. "It's cool if I use your shower? You'll be okay?" He asked. I nodded, "I'll be fine. I'll put a movie in and make some popcorn," I told him. He disappeared into the bathroom and I walked over to the draw in the desk where I kept snacks and other microwavable food.

I just put the popcorn in the microwave and picked a movie to watch when the phone rang. I walked over to the desk and glanced at the caller ID.

unknown

I hesitated but picked up. "Hello?"

silence

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby."

I looked behind me to look at the bathroom door before I answered. "What do you want?" I asked.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"You wanted to see if I was okay after you stabbed me and tried to kill me...again? Sure, Stu I'm fucking peachy!"

"Hey! I didn't fucking try to kill you! These murders aren't me and Billy. Why the fuck would we try to create what we did back home? Huh? If we were going to kill people we'd only come after you and Sidney."

"Whoa. That's comforting. What the fuck do you want?"

"I told you I wanted to see if you're okay. I also like you to tell Meeks to fucking leave so I can come and protect you tonight. Why the fuck is he there in the first place? And why the fuck have you been ignoring me?"

There's that possessiveness coming through. "He's here because I want him here. And if you've forgotten what you fucking did then that says a lot. We can't be together. You're a fucking serial killer who killed my mother and tried to kill me. It should have never happened in the first place. It was all a--"

"Don't fucking say it was a mistake! I love you, y/n. I'm sorry for last time. I got out of control. Please just let me stay tonight. Tell Randy to leave and let me be the one to protect you from this asshole copycat."

"Oh, my god! I'm so jealous right now. I hate sharing a dorm." I turned my head to see Randy walking out of the bathroom with plaid pajama pants and a tee shirt. "He used your shower? Are you two fucking?" Stu growled on the other end. "I'm sorry, you have the wrong number." I hung up the phone and turned to Randy. "Popcorn is done. I picked Sleepaway Camp. I'm going to change. Can you get the rest ready?" I said. I walked over to my closet and grabbed a shirt and sweatpants. "Yeah. Who was on the phone?" Randy asked. I stood in the doorway of the bathroom. "Wrong number."

Randy and I sat on the sofa and watched the movie. My shoulder was throbbing and I was still feeling a little light headed. I laid my head on Randy's shoulder and curled my knees up to my chest. "You good?" He asked. I nodded, "Yeah. My shoulder just hurts a little," I said. "Where are the pain meds the doctor gave you?" He asked. I pointed to my desk where a bottle of oxycodone. The doctor gave me a five day supplies of 5mg if I needed it. The knife went in pretty deep but luckily didn't do at that much damage. Randy stood up, walked over to the mini fridge and got a bottle of water before grabbing the pill bottle.

He handed me the water before opening the pill bottle and giving me one of the pills. "Here. Take this and no arguing," he said. I rolled my eyes but took the pill. "Thanks." We went back to the position we were in with my head on his shoulder and his arm stretched out on the back of the sofa. I couldn't concentrate on the movie. Stu said it wasn't Billy and him who killed the two in the theater and CeeCee. But he also said something about whoever it was, is recreating Woodsboro. I was probably going to regret what I was about to do but I need to.

"Randy. I need to tell you something." He paused the movie and looked at me. "What's up?"

Here goes nothing.