YOU KNOW ME BETTER THAN I DO

13. don't wanna treat you well.

The three roommates were in the living room. Chad and Ethan were playing cards while Vance was just laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.

Ethan looks over at Vance, "You sure you don't wanna play?"

"I'm sure," he said sternly.

The boy just raises his eyes and slowly turns his attention back to Chad.

Silence filled the room.

Chad soon breaks the silence, "What's wrong, V?"

"I think you know what's wrong, Chad."

He blinked as he waited for a response.

Vance sighs, "I miss her."

"I know you do."

Ethan places down a card before he begins talking again, "I know what it's like to lose someone you love," he then looks up at the brunet, "Me and Quinn's older brother died in a car crash. Sometimes I can still feel his presence, y'know?"

"I know."

"I'm sorry," He whispers.

The brunet shifts onto his side, face scrunching up a bit, "Thanks, man."

Ethan flashes him a quick smile and returns to playing against Chad.

Suddenly, Vance's phone rings. He rolls his eyes before answering with a monotonous "hello?"

"Hello?"

He sits up quickly, "hi."

The two boys look at him, speaking in unison, "Who is it?"

Vance shrugs.

"Put the phone on speaker."

He huffs, but does as he's told.

"Hey, Chad. Ethan."

The two's eyes widened as they recognized the disgusting, silky voice that belonged to Ghostface.

Chad snatches the phone, standing up in a panic, "What do you want, asshole?!"

"You know what I want."

"We don't."

"Your lives."

"What?" Ethan asks.