AU to Scream 6!
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Ophelia Murphy had always had an easy life. She'd only ever seen scary things like kidnappings, murders, and disasters on movies and TV shows. She'd never had to experience it firsthand, considering her father did his best to prot...
"Baby, you're like lightening in a bottle, I can't let you go now that I got it"
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"So you boys originally from New York?" Ken Murphy made conversation as the group sat around the dinner table.
Lia was sat at the other end across from her dad, Ozzie to her left and Ethan to her right. Alyssa sat next to Ozzie, with her father on the other side. The space next to Ethan between him and Ken was empty, but the Landry boy didn't mind.
"I'm from Maine," Ozzie answered quickly.
"Is it pretty nice there?" Ken asked, stabbing his fork into his seasoned green beans. "I've been there one time before for a case, but I didn't have any free time to actually sit and explore."
"It's okay. Rains a lot, attracts a lot of tourists." Ozzie responded.
"Why Maine?" Alyssa asked, sending the boy next to her a look.
"Probably because it's where Stephen King is from, and basically all of his works take place there." Ozzie shrugged, "I don't know. I prefer being here."
"How about you, Ethan?" Ken asked, moving his attention to the other boy.
"I'm from-" Ethan stopped for a second, glancing at Lia. His first option was to lie, to make up this stupid fake life about himself the way his father wanted to. "I currently live here." He finally decided.
He wasn't going to give in to Quinn and his dad, and he meant that. He wanted to be himself, not some fake person his father made up to get petty revenge. If he sat here and lied about it, he was going along with their plan and it was the opposite of what he wanted to do.
"I had no idea," Lia said softly, "How have we not met?"
"New York's big, bubs." Ken told his daughter, "He could have been born in the same hospital as you or Alyssa even and we wouldn't know because of how big it is."
"True," Lia agreed. She just smiled softly as she ate a forkful of potatoes. "This is really good, Dad."
"As always, Mr. Kenny." Alyssa sent a smile to the older man, who just nodded.
"Much better than the mess hall food," Ozzie cut in. "I mean the food there's pretty good but you can't beat a home-cooked meal."
"Well thank you, kids, I've been cooking the majority of my life." Ken smiled, wiping the edges of his mouth with a napkin. "Guess it paid off."
"Really?" Ozzie asked.
"If I weren't working where I am now, my next choice of career would be a chef," Ken answered truthfully. "Ozzie, Lia tells me you're into making clothes."
"Wait, really?" Alyssa asked, almost dropping her fork on her plate.
"Like you, Mr. Murphy, I've done it a majority of my life. My mother makes clothing, and so she just taught me to do it," He told Ken the same story he'd told Lia only weeks before.
