[FEAR STREET X OCS]
"The more that you say, the less I know. Wherever you stray, I follow."
All Reyes ever wanted was simple; defeat Sunnyvale, reunite her two best friends who had been torn apart by misunderstandings, and maybe, just maybe, convinc...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
XII. science and nature
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
An hour later, it felt as if the world outside had vanished, leaving only Ella and Ziggy wrapped in their own bubble. Laughter danced through the air, their conversations flowed effortlessly, and the warmth of their kisses reignited the connection that had once felt so fragile. But soon, Ziggy turned her attention to the task at hand: revenge on Sheila.
With a determined glint in her eyes, Ziggy began setting up the paints, ready to transform the offensive messages that had marred her walls. The upbeat rhythm of 'Ever Fallen In Love With Someone You Shouldn't' filled the room, encapsulating their carefree mood when suddenly, a knock interrupted their creative frenzy.
"Go away, Cindy!" Ziggy shouted, clearly annoyed.
"It's me. Nick."
Ella's heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. What could Nick want? Was he looking for her? No, she quickly shook off the thought; she was with Ziggy now, and she wouldn't let anything come between them again.
"Go away, Nick!" Ziggy repeated, her tone sharp.
But Nick didn't heed the protest. He stepped into the room, his face breaking into a friendly smile when he spotted Ella. But as his gaze drifted around, his smile faltered, taking in the chaotic scene.
"Whoa. I like what you've done with the place." He remarked, his eyes wide as they landed on the graffiti scrawled across the walls.
"This wasn't me." Ziggy replied defensively, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice.
"No shit, Zig." Ella chimed in, grabbing a brush to help Ziggy with the paint.
"Good to see you two are on good terms," Nick said, though his eyes lingered on the scrawled insults. "But seriously, 'Ziggy is a witch bitch'? 'Ziggy sucks cocks in hell'? Jeez. Sheila?"
Ziggy stopped mid-motion, her eyes narrowing. "Colonel Mustard." She muttered, the name dripping with disdain.
Nick chuckled, placing a hand on Ella's shoulder as he inspected the bowl of red paint. "Huh, looks like blood."
