Worst Shit Love Story Ever

Chapter 2: Face to Ghostface

The realization set on Frank, No way. No fucking way. Clive made a face at him, clearly confused as to why he looks so happy. Frank turned and ran upstairs. He shut his bedroom door. It's just, he was so shocked. The person who's been doing all this shit and calling him was most likely a very dangerous serial killer with a 20+ body count. He should be scared, but... He grabbed his walkie-talkie, pushing down the button.
"Hey Legion, you see the news?" He deadpanned and released it.
"Oh shit, it's like you read my mind, Frank! I was just about to ask you guys," Joey exclaimed.
"What news?" Susie asked.
"Oh, nothing important other than a literal famous fucking serial killer is in town," Joey sassed,
"It's great, isn't it?" Frank musses.
"What!" Susie basically yelled.
"Can you guys shut the fuck up," Julie's tone was layered with sleep. Most likely gotten woken up by their yelling.
"Julie!! Didn't you hear a serial killer is in the town, and now they're going to think of the janitor as a Ghostface kill!" Joey cheered.
"Wait, what happened?" Julie asked, surprised, now sounding way more awake.
"A family of three was killed in their home by Ghostface," Frank responds.
"HERE? In Ormond??" Julie was perplexed.
"Yes," Joey answers.
"What the fuck! Nothing happens here! What?!?" Frank and Joey laugh.
"We should celebrate," Joey exulted. Frank hums in agreement.
"Susie's house at 6!" Joey said, making Susie whine.
"Joey! Stop inviting people to my house!" We laugh.
"Well, Susie, are you parents there tonight?" There was silence from Susie answering the question.
"You don't want to be alone, right? With a big bad Ghostface out, who knows he could be watching you right now," Julie hummed. Susie made a gasp.
"Don't say that, Jullie!" Everyone snickered.
"A little girl with pink dyed hair all alone," Joey chimed in. There was silence as she thought, and with a sigh, she answered.
"Fine, but please don't make a mess like last time," she pleaded.
"No promises," Frank laughs, checking the time.
"Oh shit, gotta go to work," Frank got up, grabbing his leather jacket.
"Ha, loser," Julie joked.
"Shut up, go back to school, kids," He hissed, setting down the walkie-talkie, hearing an offended, 'hey!' from Julie before he left his room.

He pulled into the small run-down convenience store, walking over and unlocking it. Two hours passed with nothing happening. Not many people were out because of the news. He was sitting in his usual chair, messing with the black pens they had, pulling them apart, and putting them back together. It was very slow, not that he was complaining. He rather be bored than dealing with the dumbasses in this town. The best thing about working here was he got to steal cigarettes from the store when he got low. One of the number one reasons he continued to work here. Glancing down at the pile of cigs he already smoked in the two hours. He really needed to kickback. It was kinda getting ridiculous. He would never say he was stressed, just that he liked the way it felt and totally not from the constant feeling of something terrible about to happen. He's probably going insane. He's so paranoid. The glass door opened, the bell chiming, as someone faltered in. Frank looked over. He was so very bored, and It was that stupid reporter. Only someone as weird as him would go out shopping at this time. Or maybe he was asked to spy on him from Nick. He wouldn't be surprised. He glared then looked away back to clicking the pen. Eventually, his eyes went back to the man as Jed walked around the store. He was wearing a very tacky trench coat that would look good on literally anyone else. Could this guy even dress himself? He just seems like a walking mess. The other man looked at him, causing him to look away. He continued to mess with stuff on the counter while the other man walked through the store pretending to look for something. Frank's good at reading people. The guy was just looking around. He heard a crash. Frank jumped, looking up surprised. Seeing a random bottle of something on the ground. The liquid spilling everywhere. Jed bent down to try and clean it.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" Frank sighs, standing up. He walked to get a broom, coming back. He walked up to Jed.
"Move," he ordered. The other moved away, letting Frank sweep the broken glass into a dustpan. He turned, walking to the trash dumping it. Frank grabbed a mop next, trying to clean the liquid. He mopped in silence before the other broke it. Jed seemed to be getting nervous with the silence. He looks down at Frank's bandaged hand around the mop.
"What happened to your hand?" Frank glares at the other man.
"Mind your own fucking business," Frank growls. The talk about his hand made him uncomfortable. He's not used to people asking other than to make fun of him.
"O-oh...right, sorry." Jed stutters out, eyes following the other, gleaming as they trail the younger man from head to toe. Sharp. Cold. Calculating. Taking note of the tense shoulders, the slightest bit of hesitancy in Frank's gate, that any average person would consider normal in the man's steps. Frank finished up cleaning the liquid, ringing the mop.
"H-how are you and your f-friends holding up?" Frank stopped and whirled on the slouched man. Stepping into Jed's personal space, towering over him. Frank watched Jed's Adam's apple bob as the slouched man swallowed thickly, eyes wide behind the thick glasses sitting crooked on his nose.
"Why the fuck you care so much for" Frank snarled, fists curling at his sides, the burns stinging beneath the tightening bandages.
"I-I was just...You were...N-Nick has just been rather .. aggressive with you all lately, you especially, and I just wanted..."
Frank cut off the man mid-stutter, snapping as though he was one of the wild animals that roamed the forest.
"I don't need you fucking around with my friends any more than you already have, you four-eyed freak," Frank jabbed a finger into the other man's chest. "Stick to your little notebook. Stick to your little journal stories. Or your play pretends investigations. Or sucking Nick's dick, or whatever the fuck you do, and leave my friends and me the fuck alone". Frank waited till Jed gave a sharp nod of understanding. He turned, putting the mop away before going back to the cash register. He turns and stalks angrily behind his counter. Jed followed him with another one of the bottles, fixed his glasses, placing them on the counter. Frank scanned it, adding on the second one he broke. He told him his price, putting the bottle in a bag. The man pulled out his black wallet, fumbling with it before giving some cash. Frank barely counts it or checks if it's real before putting it in the cash register, not giving a fuck. Jed grabbed the bag. It takes a few more seconds for Frank to look up and sees the other man staring at him.
"What the fuck do you want!" Jed makes a fake surprised face and brings his hands up like he was showing a wild animal he was no threat.
"Oh, nothing! sorry!" He turns and leaves, Frank not noticing the smirk on the guy's face as he leaves. Fucking weirdo.