𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓.

"ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵖᵃʳᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒᵗ ʰⁱᵈᵉ
ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵐⁱˡˡⁱᵒⁿ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ"
—ᵈᵃʳᵏˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵇʸ ⁿᵉᵒⁿⁱ

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The two teenagers had broken away from their kiss. The girl let out a little giggle as her bare legs brushed across the boys before she rose from the bed. Clutching the blankets to her body, gathering her clothing. Tossing the boy his own clothing items.

"I'm thinking by next week we could make it official?" The boy brought up his idea. The girl smiled at him.

"What about Josie?" She questioned.

"Her and I are history. I mean we barely were ever a thing." He told her.

"James, are you sure?" She asked.

"Yes. I'm positive. Josie and Loomis have been seeing each other. She also knows that we've been seeing each other. I love you Heather." James admitted. The girl's eyes widened at what he just told her.

"She knows?" Heather let out a little startled.

"Yeah. She seemed fine with it all. I mean, she was also seeing somebody else." James shrugged.

"Billy Loomis? Like the one her sister dated?" Heather wondered and James nodded his head in response.

"That's so weird. Have they been on and off? Because I could've sworn I overheard Christina in the bathrooms talking about how she slept with Billy." Heather told him before she stood up. Placing another kiss to James, lips.

"I'll see you downstairs." She made her way over to the door. Opening the door, the girl looked back at the boy, sending him a smile, but the smile soon fell from her face. A splutter noise came from the girl's mouth which caused James to jump back slightly. Blood began to pour from her mouth as the sound of a knife being sliced through the air echoed into the room. Pushing the teenage girl's body further back into the room.

James now had a clear view at the scene in front of him. A person in a ghostface costume stood in the doorway before they entered the room and locked the door behind them. James looked like a deer in the headlights as the person with the ghostface mask head tilted slightly to the side. Sizing up their prey. Looking over at the stereo, their gloved hand turned up the music to muffle the noise in the room. Turning their attention to James who tried to run to the window, the killer yanked him back causing the knife to go into his back. James let a gasp escape his mouth, pushing away from the killer.

Trying to make his way towards the door now as his next form of escape. But the killer kicked him in the back making him collapse to the floor. Another stab was made to his back before turning him over to come face to face with the ghostly mask. In another swift move, the knife came across the skin of his throat before he laid there helplessly gasping for air. The blood pooling onto the wooden floor making a bigger puddle as the two teenagers' dead bodies laid next to each other. Standing back to take in the scene in front of them, the killer wiped the knife clean with their gloved hand before wiping the gloved hand on the black fabric of the costume. Then they grabbed their mask, taking it off in a swift pull.

Hair cascaded down from where it was tied up. The sharp piercing eyes stared down clearly at the scene. A blank stare. It started off with anger until there was no emotion left. Josie Prescott looked at the two dead teenagers on the ground and felt nothing.

+

Stu stood at the front door, bidding people goodbye as the main party had come to a close. Only a select few hung around in the kitchen and living room. Sidney was walking around calling out for her friend, who had yet to reappear. Sidney's eyes fell onto her older sister who was walking down from the upstairs.

"Hey, have you seen Tatum?" Sidney asked her sister.

"No. I was upstairs in the bathroom. Stomach ache from the burger I had earlier." Josie shrugged. Stu who was still by the open front door looked at Jo curiously. She walked over near the boy as Sidney continued to call out for Tatum. But the girl had soon jumped when Billy yelled coming into view. Stu chuckled as Billy sent Stu and Josie a slight nod and his eyebrows rose.

"Billy, uh... hey." Sidney sheepishly let out. Josie stared at her sister with a dead-look as Sidney ogled the boy.

"Billy. Hmm. What are you doing here?" Stu tried to act clueless which made Billy internally groan at the boy's lack of subtle skills.

"Yeah, Billy. What are you doing here?" Josie questioned, raising her eyebrow with her arms crossed in front of her. She was wondering how exactly he was planning things. Having a feeling he was going to push her buttons after knowing she said to stay away from Sidney.

"I was hoping to talk to Sid alone." He responded.

"You know if Tatum sees you here, she'll draw blood." Sidney told him. Josie instantly thought that it was a little comical. Knowing that Billy had already had his play time with Tatum so the girl would in fact not be drawing blood. But nothing said Josie couldn't do it in her place.

"I'll tell you what. You guys go on up to my parents room and you guys can talk and... whatever." Stu said with a smirk. Josie glared up at Stu.

"Subtly Stu. Look it up." Billy commented.

" No, it's okay. We do need to talk." Sidney said, briefly glancing at her older sister. Billy hit Stu walking past him, looking at Josie to see a fire that was lit behind her eyes as the two headed upstairs.

Randy approached Josie and Stu who were left by the front door. He watched Sidney and Billy disappear around the corner.

"What's 'Leatherface' doing here?" Randy asked.

"They came to make up." Stu teased, causing Josie to hit him in the gut. He doubled over in pain. Looking at the girl who held a deadly look.

"There goes my chance with Sid." Randy let out. It snapped the other two out of their own thoughts to look at him.

"As if. All I'm saying. As if." Stu said, shutting the door.

"Oh, really Alicia?" Randy questioned, making a reference to the actress from Clueless. The boy then turned his eyes to Josie.

"What about you Josie? Are you free?" Josie scoffed and Stu laughed.

"Man, you're hilarious." Stu told Randy before he pulled Josie away from the boy and down the hall.

The two ended up at more of a distance from the remaining teenagers, standing off to the side so they were out of range for others to hear them. Stu peered down at the girl before scanning the room.

"So, what had you occupied upstairs? I figured once Billy slipped out you'd join us back down here." Stu wondered. His eyes fell onto the girl who shrugged in her place.

"You know I didn't want to come tonight." Josie began.

"But you still did." He pointed out which caused her to roll her eyes. Josie tapped her foot a little impatiently. Her thoughts drift back to Billy and Sidney upstairs. Maybe she should let Billy do it. Maybe that's what needed to be done.

"So, what do you think about Sid and Billy? You think they're upstairs and Sidney's finally letting him under the clothes?" Stu asked, trying to get a rise out of the girl. He witnessed her face begin to grow red. Battling her own thoughts. She went to give in and go turn to head back towards the stairs but the boy encased her in his arms in order to make her stay where she was. Stu waited until he felt the girl calm down. A small sigh escaped past her lips before she relaxed in his grip.

"You have a bedroom to clean up." She informed him with a straight face. Looking at people making their way to the living room to start up another movie.

"What do you mean, Jo?" Stu furrowed his eyebrows. Confused by the girl's statement.

"Your bedroom. It's a little messy. You might want some bleach. I got a little carried away." Josie told him. His eyes widened slightly before a smirk fell onto his lips.

"Oh... so you've come to the dark side?" Stu looked a little triumphant.

"No. I was just bored and needed something to pass the time." Josie let the lie roll off her tongue. She had a reason. Her anger got the better of her when she had heard the news.

"So... tell me what you know about Christina." Josie turned to him as he looked at her with a look of fear. Josie was putting the pieces together on some of the secrets Billy wanted to keep from her, and Stu was going to end up folding without a doubt. And that information would have more of an influence on how the rest of their story was going to end that night.

𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓.
ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏ