Screaming ↣ Billy Loomis/Scream

0.7 >> not the party

I decide to take the next day off, so Nicolle, Tatum & Sidney wish me luck. As soon as I step out of their house in the morning, my phone starts buzzing, and I pull it out of my oversized brown jacket. It was Casey's coat, and it smelled of marshmallows and Charlie perfume, and it made my heart hurt. I answer it, and immediately get greeted by Erin. "Hey!" She says, somewhat enthusiastically. "Are you coming to school today?" 

"Um, actually I'm not." I say. I don't think I can handle school. I don't think I can handle being the freak who almost died the day after her cousin got fillet, and I don't think I can handle knowing I'm part of the reason Billy is probably going through a neck deep pile of shit. "You?"

Her happy demeanor seems unphased. "Nope," She pops the 'p', "Daddy is still working out legal issues since they let my brother roam free. He's at school though, slipped away from pops grip. Wanna come over?"

"Oh my god, that sounds great." I say. I just need one normal day. One normal day with Erin. One marathoning old shows, making popcorn and listening to Placebo, no absent father dead cousin and comatose mother day. I thought venting to Sid helped. It didn't. I thought bonding with Tatum over absent fathers helped. It didn't. All I need is a little normality. Just for once. "Can I come over now? I'm actually just leaving Tatum's."

"Of course." She beams, and hangs up. I walk down the block, shoving away all the bad feelings doing an itty bitty kickline in my stomach. I wasn't sure if the feeling was bad or good. But I knew today sure as hell was gonna be anything but normal.

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Me and Erin were home alone with a six pack of beer and I felt amazing.

Just enough to get us remotely buzzed, we talked about how much of a tool Stu was, we yelled at eachother about our teachers and how they sucked already, and then it finally got to when I kissed her brother. "I feel soooo bad about it." I say, "Like, he's Sidney's territory or some shit. I feel like a hyena."

"Just like in the lion king, ayayayay!" She shouts, and we both burst out laughing. An in-joke with us is that in the 1st grade production of the lion king, the kids playing the hyenas didn't laugh, they just shouted "AYAYAYAY".  

I  absolutely loved Erin. Everything about her. Her sense of style which was basically a chic punk girly model, I loved how she could always make me laugh, and I admired her as my bestest friend in the world. "In all seriousness," She finally stopped wheeze-laughing. "You still kissed my brother. And I saw your face right after. Drunk or not, that shit meant somethhinngg." 

"I'm not enough of a bitch to take someone elses boyfriend," I roll my eyes. We hear a door closing from downstairs, and my heartrate speeds up because I'm still paranoid it could be someone who wants me dead. But once someone knocks on our door and Erin answers it, it's just Billy. 

"Hey, whats up?" Erin says. "It's halfway through the schoolday."

"Well, Sidney essentially dumped me because she thinks I murdered her cousin, Stu is practically fucking Tatum in the girls bathroom as we speak, and I just don't wanna be at school." He smile nodded. He then saw the empty beer bottles and rolled his eyes. "Dad is gonna be pissed at you."

"Shhhh." Erin brought her pointer finger up to her lips. "What daddy knows won't kill him, Billy dearest." Erin always called her father 'daddy' ironically. She thought her father was a coward who never gave a shit about the family. 

"Anyway, I wanted to talk to Dana."

My heart does a backflip off of a ski-lift. "Um, yeah?"

"Alone." He glances to his sister, still standing in the way. She throws her hands up in defeat, and says she's out to find more beer. (I once asked her if her dad ever ran out of alcohol because of us. 'trust me,' she had said, popping open a can. 'he won't.) She backs out of the room. 

Billy sits down on the spot on the bed next to me. Erin's bed is plush, and it has baby blue blankets that correlate to her beige walls. Her room isn't very decorated, and it's all coordinated. The biggest eyecatcher is the corkboard full of photos of me her and Nicolle, some doodles, and one framed photo of her and Billy on vacation a couple years back on her desk. (Hidden behind her 9th grade school photo is one of her mom. She told me once she hates having it on display.)

"Yeah?" I say, not knowing what else to say. He could bring up the fact I framed him of murder, or he could bring up the fact I got drunk and kissed him. It's really a lose/lose situation. 

"I just wanted to say that I don't care." He shrugged. "You know. About yesterday. I would've blamed me too. And you're excused from talking about the kiss. I get it." 

"I'm sorry about Sidney," I say. "She just... Panicked. And I'm sorry I got smashed and made out with you."

"Don't apologize," He murmured. 

"Huh?"

"I only came here so I could do it again." He crashed his lips against mine, and I either had a small stroke or my heart burst. Erin came back with another six pack, and when I looked up she was smirking. 

"Get a room, drama queens."