Screaming ↣ Billy Loomis/Scream

0.1 >> pumped up kicks

"Your house creeps me out." I say as Erin scrambles to find her keys. This wasn't me and Nicolle's first rodeo at the Loomis household; we had been having sleepovers here since we were four. But this one was special, the "Bachelorette" party of me arriving in Woodsboro. I had always lived in the neighboring town, but me, Erin and Nic went to the same preschool and I threw a box of raisins at Erin so she threw safety scissors at me while Nicolle ate graham crackers in the background while chanting 'Fight club!'. Let's just say we were inseparable since.

But Erin's house had this entirelyeerie vibe to it. Her doctor father was never around so it was basically free reign, and we would always be greeted by her brother watching some slasher fic where the girls trip on thin air and get slice-and-diced for their mothers to find. It was so cliche, but who was I to judge when we would just go upstairs and watch Heathers and Nightmare On Elm Street? It was on top of a hill neighboring few other houses, and Erin's house overlooked the entire town. It was small, but it was beautiful. We just got back from a brief run for chips & all that was left was Erin to grab some beer.

We walk into Mr. Loomis at the kitchen island, grabbing his bags to leave. "Stay safe, don't jump off a pier, uhh... That's about it. Bye sweetie." He said, quickly getting out the door. Some parents try to overcompensate when one parent leaves, but that wasn't how Mr. Loomis was in the slightest. He practically isolated his kids, and Erin would never admit it, but it screws with her.

We walk through the hall & living room to Billy giving us a wave. "Don't get too wasted, nice to see you Dana." He mutters, not looking at us once. This weeks pick is the exorcist.

"Nice pick, B. Don't get possessed." I say, as the three of us hop up the stairs like ducks. We get into Erin's room and lock the door, all setting down our things and flopping on her bed, decorated in a rose-gold comforter and white sheets.

"I'll go grab the drinky drinks." she said, walking out the door. Just me and Nicolle, side by side. She had dark hair that was auburn tinted, a skinny but tall stature, and beautiful eyes that could never decide the color. I was truly lucky to have such a prize as my best friend.

"How are you liking Woodsboro so far? I mean, we gave you the tour of the shitty convenient store and the park. It's all flatland but you get used to it." She says.

"It's good. Better. Sorry Casey couldn't make it, she insisted that she's just gonna have a relaxed night in. She really needs this weekend." I shrug. I love my cousin to death, but she's been overrun with work, cheerleading, and her boyfriend for the past couple weeks, and she seriously just doesn't know when to say no to all the extra stress.

"Nah, I understand. You guys are gonna get to see each other every day for the rest of junior year anyway. It's just a girls night." She smiled. There was a knock at the door, and Erin came in with two twelve packs of beers. "Drunk truth-or-dare it is, I like your cliche style!"

"You know it, let's pop open these boys." Erin says. We each grab a can, and she announces she wants to make a toast. "Alright everybody, tonight, we make a vow that junior year is gonna be the craziest, best, most hazy and unforgettable year of our lives."

"Way to be a cliche." I smirk.

"Are you in it or not, Becker?" She says, cocking an eyebrow the way her brother does when she tells him to fuck off.

I contemplate everything that could go wrong this year, and I shake those thoughts away with everything that could go right. "Hell yeah," I say, as we all 'cheers' and clink the cans, popping the lids and taking a swig.

~~~~

It's my fifth beer, Nic's sixth, and Erin's fourth. We just finished a burping contest, and like drunk 17 year old girls must do on a Sunday night, we started a game of truth or dare. "Okayokayokay, Erin, truth or dare?" Nicolle says, although at this point shes slightly more wasted than me and Erin.

"Dare, I'm no pansy ass bitch!" Erin almost shouts. She always picks dare, no matter what. She kind of went off the deep end after her mom died and got smashed on tequila at a party some guy named Stu was hosting last year, but I really knew nothing about it other than Nicolle drove her home to her dad not even there and Billy had to guide her through a mental breakdown. I sure wasn't gonna ask the rest of what happened.

"I dare youuuuu toooo..." Nic says, like she's contemplating something really bad. "Oh! I know! Prank call Steve Orth and pretend to be his mom saying he's been a naughty boy."

"Oh my god Nic!" Erin slaps her arm, slightly too hard. "You're diabolical." But Erin grabs the phone, dials Steve's number, and after what seems like a drunken eternity of ringing, gets voicemail. "Ugh. Alright, that was a fail. Dana, truth or dare."

"Truth." I say. I was the one who always picked truth, better safe than sorry. I learned that outside of Woodsboro.

"Ughhh, you always pick truth. Don't you wanna go out of your comfort zone?" She pries. I give her a look, and she rolls her eyes, finishing her fifth beer. She leans in scarily close, and freaks me out for a second before she finally spits out, "Would you fuck my brother?"

I'm taken aback. I mean, he's easily an attractive guy, and I can't say I haven't thought of him as generally handsome, but that's a complete left turn. "Uhhh, that's a little too out there."

"One chicken, if you don't do the next one, you HAVE to take a shot of auntie tequila." She swished her can of beer. I hate tequila, so I buckle up for whatever dare she throws at me. "Go downstairs and KISS my brother. No pansy shit. Full make out."

I cringe at the prospect of my friends watching me awkwardly kissing him. "I hate you for this, but I sure as hell am not backing out."

I don't know what gave me that bold courage at the time, but something set me on kissing him. Was I totally aware we were acting like 13 year olds? Yeah. Before I know it Nic and Erin and practically shoving me down the stairs, and I end up in the living room. I try and look back to them, but they've ducked around a corner. I want to throttle my friends. I slowly go up to the couch, but he's in a phone call. I see him tuck something in his shirt, hang up, and face me. I guess I was too drunk to hear what he was talking about in the call.

"Dana? Hey?" He says, more like a question than anything. I've talked to him only a select number of times. A surge of adrenaline comes over me, and I do a hurdle over the leather couch to sit next to him.

"End credits?" I find myself saying. "What's next?"

"Silence of the lambs." He smirks at me, still looking a little uneasy. Either like I was a pest, or he was just on edge. "Watched it before?"

"The one where Hannibal Lecter only gets eleven minutes of screentime and people applaud him for not blinking? Yeah, freshman year." I say. It wasn't my favorite movie of all time, a solid C+

He grabs the remote and presses off the movie. the last time I actually had a conversation with him was last year when he was talking to me and Nicolle about Erin's breakdown. We had just turned 16 back then, and it was weird to think so much was changing so fast. All I knew now was that I needed to complete the dare. "So what do you need?" 

No time for small talk, especially when I had just gone from buzzed to slightly wasted. I lean over, and I kiss him, and then all of a sudden he's kissing back, and he tastes soft, and then I pull away and smile. Then I do another hurdle and run up the stairs.

This is the moment that changed and ultimately defined junior year. But I had no idea what was gonna happen next, and the call I was about to receive. As I was walking away, all I heard was "Is it done, Stu?" to which I shrugged off.