Duality (slashers x reader)

28. Props & Mayhem

'Okay so, what exactly are we meant to be doing, because it sounds to me like you're the only one actually doing anything.' I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose with my forefinger and thumb, my other arm getting tired from holding up the phone for so long. The movie had finished and everyone had gone back to their respective homes. I'd managed to quickly explain my idea to Amy and Noah, but Sam had a hard time grasping it.

'Sam, this will be the third time I've told you. I don't know how else to explain it.'

'Just try please, I promise I'll understand this time.'

'Right, we're all going to be stationed outside the house Sarah is babysitting in. We can go in pairs and camp out together, just keeping watch on her and being ready if anything bad starts to happen.'

'Okay... but what 'bad' is going to happen? She's just babysitting, and I'm pretty sure her neighbours aren't wanted by the FBI or anything.'

'I don't know Sam!' Lie, I knew exactly what could happen. 'I just have a really bad feeling and I won't feel right sitting at home not knowing what's happening.'

'Just talk to her. That's a lot less crazy than stalking her.'

'It's not stalking. And I already tried to. She just told me not to worry.'

'Well... maybe that's the best thing to do. It's just paranoia.' I was starting to really lose my patience with him now, frustrated at my inability to fully explain everything, and how I knew something bad would happen. 

'Look, Sam, I'm doing it whether you're involved or not. Amy and Noah have already agreed to help me so just say you'll do it or won't do it and we can end this conversation!' 

'No wait wait wait!' I paused, waiting to hear what he had to say. I heard a sigh before he continued in a small voice. 'I want to be included.' A huge smile crept onto my face.

'Great! See you at 6.' I hung up the phone and rubbed my arms, nervous but happy I'd managed to convince him. I glanced at the clock beside me: 3.45 pm. So that meant I had 2 hours to go through the plan again in my head. And sit and wait.

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Sam, Amy, and I were sitting around Sam's dining table, slowly chewing on our pizza in silence as the light chatter from his mum watching the TV drifted in from the other room.

'So,' Sam paused to swallow before continuing, 'what time are we getting there for?'

'10 to. She's meant to get there at 7 but you know what Sarah's like.' 

Sam nodded his head in understanding, and we slipped back into silence. Sam's family had a dog, a small cocker spaniel, that was hurriedly bouncing up against the table legs, desperate for some attention and whatever he could smell coming from the table. Sam finished the current slice he was eating, dusting his hands off, before reaching down to stroke between his ears and ruffle his fur. I didn't know what the dog's name was, but I was afraid I'd get some weird looks if I asked now, knowing I would have apparently known him for years. 

'Does Noah know what time we're meeting there? Also where we're meeting?' I looked up from the dog to Sam, who still had his gaze fixed on him as he stroked his fur gently.

'Yeah, I called him earlier to say. He said sorry he couldn't meet here.'

'Why isn't he here?' Amy's voice was small and quiet, as it had been since we'd finished the movie earlier. It must have really frightened her, bless her.

'Taking his sister trick-or-treating. He'd already promised his dad he'd do it and he didn't feel right backing out now.'

Amy nodded but didn't say anything else, her gaze again moving to rest on the pizza in front of her.

We resumed our silence for a while now, until the pizza was completely gone and the faint noise of the TV had died away. Sam sat back in his chair, resting his hands on his stomach, like a middle-aged father would, and sighing loudly.

'That was good fucking pizza.' He chuckled.

'Language, Sam.' Sam's mum came strolling into the dining room at this point, a washing basket held against her hip and a stern look aimed at Sam. She was quite tall, brown curly hair framing her face. You could definitely see the resemblance between them.

'Sorry mum.' He shot her an apologetic look, and me a jokingly annoyed one once she'd turned her back. I stifled a laugh just as she turned back around. She smiled warmly at me and seemed to pause in her tracks, as if a thought had suddenly struck her.

'What time are you going out?'

'20 to.' Sam mumbled out through a yawn. 'But we're fine, it's only-' He shook his wrist to move his sleeve out of the way of his watch and read the face, '-20 to. Shit, we need to go.' He quickly rose from his chair and started to move the plates and pizza box from the table.

'Language!'

'Sorry!'

Sam's mum shook her head and rolled her eyes, leaving the kitchen, and I heard her footsteps ascend the stairs.

'If we want to get there in time, we'll have to walk a little faster than normal. Come on.' He led me and Amy, who had collected our coats and bags, to the front door and unlocked it, ushering us out before turning his head to the stairs and shouting loudly. 'See you mum.'

'See you, love.'

He pulled the door shut and locked it, before passing us through the front garden and out onto the street. Me and Amy had to fight to keep up with him and his brisk pace.

I didn't know the way to Sarah's road, so I just followed Sam, Amy trailing behind me. We wove round corners and walked down seemingly endless roads, no end in sight.

My legs felt as if they'd had lava poured over them, my calfs burning excruciatingly from the pace, when a tall-ish figure came into view at the end of the street. As we got closer, features started to form and I recognised the face of Noah, waiting patiently for us. By the time we reached him, I couldn't breathe for shit and I could hear Amy panting beside me, her face a bright shade of red. Sam though looked as if nothing had happened, as if he'd just teleported to this place without having to move an inch.

'Cuttting it a bit close.' Noah's smile was cheeky and he lazily punched Sam on the arm, who reciprocated this action with a smirk. 'So, where are we going?'