(Scream x Black Reader)
The two killers stared back at the afro haired girl as she shook against the bed, she obviously couldn't move or fight back, her injuries got infected and caused a high fever to inflame her body.
Tears filled her eyes as sh...
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"Wanna try some of my Red Licorice?" - Billy Loomis
5
Five Years Ago:
Woodsborro, California, October 31st 1991
The classroom was buzzing with young teens' voices as the clock was ticking overhead, chatter about costumes and candy were the topics in each group. Shaking down houses was the priority for tonight, Halloween was here; the second anticipated holiday next to Christmas.
(Y/n) laid her aching head down on her desk, it was too warm in the classroom, not to mention it strained her throat in order to speak. She had a bad feeling her state would put a dent to her friends plans for tonight, they had been planning for Halloween since the beginning of school. Stu had insisted they needed a plan to hit the best houses with the good candy before the others, as well as planning their rides ahead of time so they wouldn't be late. Mrs. Matcher had promised to drive them, only if her son promised to keep his room clean for the rest of the month; Stu had exceeded his promise, that room had never looked cleaner.
"(Y/n)?!" The girl jolted in her seat, blurry eyes focusing on the lanky male standing next to her. Stus lips were in a frustrated pout, cheeks pink as he fiddled with the loose threads of his striped long shelves. "Were you even listening? You don't think my Freddy Kruger costume will be that boring will it?"
"N-no! It'll be cool Stu-Stu I know it," the girl laid her head back down on the cool desk, taking in the way her best friend's smile widened. His mood always improved when she called him by his nickname, it was a funny joke behind it that many people wouldn't understand. Just the two of them. "You might scare some of the little kids though."
Matcher snickered, "That's the point! I got my dad to get me the really realistic looking mask so all the princesses would wet their panties when they see me!"
"What if I was a princess? Would you want me to pee myself?"
The boy made a face in response,"No! What kind of question is that? You know you're not like the rest!"
The girl smiled, her heart thumping, "Boy...like the rest huh?"
"Yeah," Stu softened his tone, "You're way better," His eyes traveled around her face before his brows relaxed "-your like home."
"Home?"
"Yeah. Home."
A sound erupted on the other side of them catching their attention, Billy made a face, clearly disgusted or annoyed with the situation. In the class Loomis sat on the girls' left side, it was a good partnership for assignments as well as a friendship. His cheeks were slightly peppered with freckles-nearly invisible to the naked eyes. His hair was cut short , messy yet soft looking as it frayed up in different angles, Billy hated brushing his hair. A bandage sat beneath his left eye while sporting a busted lip; he had fallen off his bike a day ago trying to be on time for school, falling face first on the pavement.
