Final Destination: If I Die Young

Chapter 16

Nathan Sears was fourth.

This was a thought that lingered in Amber Riley's mind as she cuddled with Perry on the couch at the Hitchcock-Hooper household.

Amber was worried. All of the carnage was affecting people badly. Perry was diagnosed with PTSD. Candice nearly died. There was a kid, Mickey, at school, who was being bullied by Carter Horton and Terry Chaney.

"A. What's wrong?" Perry asked her.

"Do you think thos will end?" Amber asked.

"What?" Perry asked, confused.

"The deaths. The secrets. Before the North Bay Bridge Collapse, our biggest worry was our exams. Now its who's next on Death's list. Hell, I don't even recognize Billy anymore. I mean, he used to do heroin. Did you know that?" Amber rambled.

"Actually, I did. Im one of the few, but...." Perry took a breath and continued. "His dealer was Roy."

"Roy?"

"Roy is Nathan's coworkers at the factory below Pressage Papers. He's a total bitch to everybody."

"How do you know him?" Amber asked.

"Remember when I had to drag Nathan out of the factory?" Perry asked. Amber nodded. "I ran into Roy."

"And you're sure he was a drug dealer?"

Perry nodded. "Oh. Well, maybe I should give you a reward for finding a bad guy," Amber teased.

She slid her hands underneath Perry's shirt, sliding it off completely, while attempting to unclasp her bra.

"Right here?" Perry asked, then moaned when Amber bit her neck. She wrapped her legs around the darker girl's waist, and Amber slid her left hand into Perry's hair, while her right hand crept into the Asian girl's jeans-

"Oh. My. Fucking. God," said a mortified voice.

The two girls looked over to see Billy and Carla at the front door. Sam ran into the living room from the kitchen, freezing, and staring at Amber. Candice and Molly followed close behind Sam.

"H-hey, guys," Perry offered.

"I'm pretty sure Carla fucked Lewis on that couch," Candice muttered.

"No, it was Hunt," Carla corrected. "Though, I did fuck Lewis on the kitchen counter."

"Okay, ew." Molly grimaced.

Billy looked at Sam. "Hey Sam, guess what?" He points to Perry and Amber. "If I wasnt gay before, I am now." He shuddered.

"Seriously?" Molly asked them. "I'm trying to convince Sam to accept this job position, and you're fucking on the couch?"

"We weren't fucking yet," Amber defended.

"Key word: yet." Billy shuddered again. "Back to Molly; what job position?"

"I got offered to be manager of a Le Café Miró 81," Sam explained.

"Thats awesome!" Carla exclaimed.

"In Paris," he added.

"That's the catch," Perry noted.

"What's the problem?" Amber asked.

"Are you kidding me?! Paris!" Sam yelled.

"So?!" Everyone yelled.

"I can't leave Billy behind."

Molly shook her head. "This is why we broke up."

"I thought you guys broke up because Sam was clingy as hell," Candice replied, astonished.

"Sam's clingy?" Billy mused.

"Clingy is an understatement. I once asked Sam if we can have a threesome with you, and he said if I ever even attempted to touch you, he'd cut my head off, and deliver it to Candice personally," Carla replied.

" I should be happy about that, but honestly I'm a little bit disturbed," Billy scowled.

Molly shook her head. "Sam... has a-"

Sam yelled, "A great life here!" Candice lifted her eyebrows, and Billy rolled his eyes.

Though it was Perry that said, "Attachment issues."

Silence. Perry and Amber picked up the few discarded clothing, putting them back on, and standing up. The Hooper twins looked at each other.

Billy just took it in. Everyone stared at him, and he looked at the floor in anxiety.

Everyone else knew. He was the only one who didn't.

Sam, glaring at Molly, said, "I've liked you since the ninth grade."

Billy froze, looking at Sam. "My ninth or your ninth grade?" he asked, confused.

"Mine," Sam said, looking at the floor.

"Aren't you nineteen?" Candice asked.

"He just turned twenty," Molly corrected.

Candice dropped her mouth. If Sam was twenty, he was in ninth grade... six years prior. Billy would have been in the fourth grade.

Perry looked disturbed, Amber scowled. Carla took a step back, and Billy shuddered. Again. "Six years...." He muttered. "How did you even know me back then? I was kicked out the summer after!"

"I was Julie's tutor?" Sam muttered.

"Okay, that's disturbing," Molly said.

Billy shook his head. "We'll talk about this later. For now, though, I think you should take this position," He said to Sam.

"Attachment issues," Perry reiterated, putting a space between each syllable.

"Yeah, I know. By the way, thanks for bringing this up sooner, guys," Billy snapped.

"I didn't know," Candice muttered.

"Okay, so it would have been nice if me and Candice knew sooner."

"Not something I really think about," Carla said, glaring at Molly.

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Nathan Sears was still fourth.

And he was currently dealing with Roy at the factory.

Roy was his least favorite person of all time. Roy was technically Nathan's supervisor, though people thought it was the other way around. And Roy loved to boss him around.

With Olivia dying, he was on high alert. He looked below him, seeing a crane's shadow pass over him. But when he looked up, it wasn't there.

And that's when Roy decided to give him shit.

((As the writer, I will not say the things that were said, though it was highly racist. Roy is your basic redneck, and I, the writer, don't mean the rednecks that actually try to be good people, like the rest of us. He's a complete racist.))

The crane moved over Nathan, and he tried to get Roy to move, causing the two to get into a fight. A nearby worker, interested in the fight, put his wrench on the machine next to it lazily, it hanging over a fan belt right next to the machine.

The crane snapped, Nathan shoved Roy, and it dropped through the walkway, taking Roy with it.

Nobody could really see what happened to Roy, other than the fact that he didn't hit the spikes below.

The hook went through his head.