𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐫. 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

𝒔 𝒄 𝒓 𝒆 𝒂 𝒎

It'd been three days since the incident at the mixer, and you had spent that whole time in Randy's dorm, only leaving to use the bathroom or shower.

You were sprawled out on Randy's bed, eyes trained on the TV as Chucky pushed a woman out an apartment window.

You needed something to occupy your head.

You couldn't stop thinking about the party.

That night was nothing short of a nightmare, a jumbled up assortment of deja vu that made you feel like you were back in Woodsboro.

Back at Casey's house. 

And you could've sworn that some points in the night, you saw nothing but Casey on Tatum's face.

You shook your head at the thought.

(y/n). You're losing it.

Randy walked back into the room, yawning as he scratched his plaid pajama pants. 

He turned to you on the bed and deflated at the sight, disappointed that you were in the exact same position you were when he left me.

"Baby, you're killing me here. I hate seeing you like this," he groaned, plopping himself down and pulling you into his lap.

"Maybe we should go on a walk. Get you some fresh air."

"I'm good," you dismissed, your eyes sticking to the television.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "You can't stay holed up in here forever."

"Watch me," you said simply.

He gave you a serious look and turned you around, forcing your back to face the screen, "(y/n), are you really gonna let this guy get to you? This is what he wants. He wants you to be afraid, he wants you to run and hide. You know better than me that that's the type of shit these guys get off on."

You finally lifted your head and looked him in the face, eyes glassy.

You knew everything he was saying was true...you were just so scared.

"I just...I just got some new friends, I can't lose them like how I lost Casey. I don't think I'd be able to recover," you sniffled, resting your head on his chest.

He sighed, resting his chin on the top of you head, "We don't know what tomorrow may bring. So the least you can do is spend time with the people you care about while you can. If you really believe something bad is going to happen, wouldn't you want to use every chance you could to spend time with them?"

You lifted your head and nodded.

"I know that's what I'd want to do with a certain someone. And while I have enjoyed our horror marathons over the past few days, I want you to go outside," he placed a kiss on you forehead, relieved to see a smile finally grace your face.