𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 | billy loomis + stu macher

"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓."

"WHAT??" you screamed at your parents.

"I'm sorry honey, it was on short notice..." your mother replied sympathetically.

Your father paced around."But they need us there as soon as possible."

"Two of my classmates were just slaughtered, and you're taking a Caribbean vacation?"

"I hardly think helping rebuild after a level 3 hurricane counts as a vacation." your dad pointed out.

"Ughhh." you sighed. Even if Casey and Steve deserved it, it didn't mean you weren't a little shaken. Anything could happen to any one of you at that school. "I'm gonna go call Tatum."

"Oh, good idea." your mother encouraged.

"See if the Riley's will let you stay over, you're only 17."

you loudly marched up to your room, spreading out on your Y/F/C bedsheets. Did your parents literally want you to get murdered?

On the flip side, this did introduce some exciting possibilities for you and Billy, if he wasn't so reserved. "Hey, Tate. My parents have to go out of town for work, and my mom was wondering if you could ask your mom whether or not I can stay over."

"Of course?! I'll rent some videos, we'll eat all the junk food I can convince my brother to buy, and we'll gossip all night about whoever we want. OMG, this is so exciting."

You heard her lower the phone from her ear, then heard a faint, "MA! Can Y/N L/N stay over for the week? her parents are out of town."

You didn't hear the response, but knew when Tatum started squealing from excitement. "She said yes. This is going to be the most epic sleepover to ever sleepover."

You laughed. "I'm so pumped. Thank you for this." you paused and held your respective phone down to yell, "Mom! Mrs. Riley said yes!"

"Of course, Best friend isn't just a title you know. It's a sacred vow. Ooh, I'll start setting up my room now-" Tatum's voice was cut off by a beep.

"Hold on Tatum, I'm getting another call, I'll put you on hold for a sec."

"Hello, Y/N."

You didn't recognize the voice, but this couldn't be a wrong number, they knew your name. "Hi?"

"I've been meaning to talk to you for a while now. Take you for a spin."

"What does that mean?" you chuckled.

"It means anything you want it to."

Was this some phone sex hotline that dialed you by accident? "Listen, weirdo, I've got a boyfriend-"

"Oh, I know. Good girl for mentioning that fact, Casey Becker didn't. Maybe that could've saved her from being sliced like a fucking chicken breast."

Oh. Now you knew who this was. "Yeah? Well I know who you are too. And leave me thie fuck alone, or-"

"Or what? You'll talk me to death?"

You scoffed. "You're one to talk. So far, you're all bark and no bite. Like to have little chats with me and Sidney, but i've yet to see any action. I could probably put a bandaid over the damage you'd do."

"Oh, the bite's coming, sweetheart. And it's gonna need more than a bandaid." 

The line went dead, and you switched back to Tatum's line. "Tate, the killer just called." you let yourself sound scared now, because you really, really were.