the way he is with me (scream 1996)

ix. Im not a fan of party's

Let's all pretend that scream 1997/2 was actually in 1998..

The crisps of the air glided itself in between my hair as I stared out of the window. Me, Billy, and Stu were going to the party, I had on a black vest with a white laced top underneath, my legs were effortlessly grounded with flared jeans. My two front pieces were braided while the rest of my hair was up in a high ponytail.

I have no idea where billy and Stu are gonna be while I'm inside, I didn't bother asking, because billy is mysterious and full of surprises, Stu is too goofy to even understand my questions so I don't bother asking him.

I grabbed my gun and put it into my bra, "bye, boys." I smiled before stepping out of the car.

Billy smirked at me while Stu waved bye with a kind smile on his face.

I wondered if Randy was gonna be here, maybe he'll show up just to bug me, fucking pervert. At least I'll have the satisfaction to see him die tonight. I walked into the house and was immediately greeted by screaming, no one was actually screaming, it was just the horror movies on the TV.

I saw Sidney sitting on the couch with a denim jacket and a navy blue top.

I sat down by Sidney, I watched her slowly flipping through the movies. Her head suddenly turned towards me and she smiled. "Hey Taylor," she smiled at me. I giggled before speaking. "Hey Sidney, watcha doin?" I asked, peeking at the movies. Her eyes darted back down to the movies in her hand.

"Oh, I was just looking at the movies, trying to see which one I should watch next." She paused. "Jamie Lee Curtis is in all of these movies, literally, every single one." She said like it wasn't a good thing, continuing to flip through the CDS.

"I love her," I chuckled. She looked at me, "do you want a beer?" She asked.

"Sure," I said.

"They're in the garage." She smirked at me playfully. I clicked my tongue and got up off of the couch. I glared at everyone as I walked through the kitchen.

Mickey and Randy stood at the counter drinking alcohol, I rolled my eyes as Randy noticed that I was staring at him and Mickey.

I opened the garage door slowly, hoping that that was the garage door, luckily it was. I walked over to the mini fridge, I opened it and was greeted by a cold gush of air from the fridge, I grabbed a beer and opened it. I took a sip of it before jumping at the fur that was rubbed against my leg.

I looked down at the small calico kitten looking up at me.

I crouched down and scratched behind its ear, "hey buddy." I greeted it in a soft voice. Suddenly I heard the garage door open, I looked up at saw Randy standing there.

I looked down at the cat and pet it once more before looking up at Randy. I stood up straight and sighed.

"What?" I asked plainly as he just stood there.

"I wanted to get a beer," he told me. I scoffed at his answer.

"No, you're lying." I argued. He furrowed his eyebrows and spoke softly as he took another step towards me.

"Why do you think that?" He questioned. I shrugged before answering.

"Because I'd say the same thing." I answered truthfully, he continued to approach me, I wonder if the gun in my bra was noticeable to him, I hope he hasn't been staring.

"You're right, I didn't want to get a beer." He said calmly, his gaze was nowhere but my lips. I took a step back, finally feeling the bubble starting to form around me and the bright colors forming around my fingertips. "I know I'm right." I snapped at him. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, finally taking his eyes off of my lips.