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...
"Cause baby we're just reckless kids, trying to find an island in the flood."
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Despite it being in the colder months, the weather was awfully nice. It was quite breezy, but it wasn't too breezy to the point you needed a winter coat. It was odd that out of all days, this would be the day that the weather decided to be good.
"I bet that's Ozzie's doing."
Lia turned, her sad eyes landing on Sam. The girl was dressed in black dress pants and a black blouse, the same color most of the friend group wore.
Sam smiled softly at Lia, who turned back to the window. The sun shined in, basking heat down on the redhead. She just smoothed her black dress out, tapping her fingertips along the fabric.
"Yeah, I'd like to think so." She responded.
"He'd be proud of everything you've done, Lia. The funeral was absolutely beautiful, and I'm sure that his parents appreciated everything you and Ken have done to help them." Sam stood directly next to the girl.
"I hope so," Lia said. She'd already cried off all the light mascara she wore today, and despite feeling extreme sadness, she still couldn't help but feel like more tears were about to fall.
"He was amazing to have a friend like you," Sam spoke as she trailed her fingers along the windowsill. "Your house is beautiful as well."
"That's thanks to my dad. He's been maintaining it since before I was born." Lia motioned a hand around the dining room.
Guests were littered in and out of the house, mostly consisting of the people the Hale family had invited. Because a lot of Ozzie's friends were here, and Ken offered to pay for everything including the cremation, the people that were able to make it traveled to New York for a small get-together. They had it at the Murphy house, even going as far as to offer up a few extra rooms for his family to sleep.
It was the most they could do, after all, considering they lost their son.
"Hey," Lia said, catching Sam's attention. "Thanks for not killing Ethan."
"Why would I do that?" Sam asked, her brows bunching together.
"I know he may not have been involved in what Quinn and Detective Bailey were doing, but he still knew about it. People died because of it," Lia said.
Sam glanced around, her eyes landing on Ethan. He was in the middle of a conversation with Chad, one that seemed to be solemn and sad. Her eyes bounced back to Lia, who hadn't even bothered looking to see where he was at.
"Hey, you forgave him right?" Sam asked, touching Lia's arm.
She looked over at the girl, unable to read the expression on her face. "For lying, right?"
Lia nodded, her fingers tapping along the windowsill. They were freshly cleaned, as she spent a while cleaning the house with her dad to prep for today.
