𝔰𝔦𝔵𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫.

"ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ, ᵇᵘᵗ ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᶠᵃʳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵃᵗ."
—ˡⁱˡⁱᵗʰ ᵇʸ ᵉˡˡⁱˢᵉ

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While the teenagers were too distracted by Gale Weathers being at the party, Josie had kept her distance. She observed everything going on. From the teenagers gossiping in the corner and some of the teenager boys ogling the reporter. But something she was able to catch on was the reporter and her scheming. The older Prescott watched as the camera was placed just right below the television. It blended in enough that the drunken teenagers wouldn't even notice it. Josie would give it to the woman. She was always trying to get a juicy story, just like how her mother's death had been a key to Gale's book sales. But Josie was smarter than Gale Weathers when it came to storytelling. And if the woman wanted a story to sell, Josie was going to give her one.

The Older Prescott girl disappeared into the Macher's dining room to get a little bit of quiet. Her head was pounding and it was irritating her. She sat down in one of the wooden chairs before she began to twirl her ring on her finger as a distraction. In her head it felt like someone was taking a hammer and hitting it against her brain. Josie wished the night would be over already but she knew that it was going to be a long one. And the boys had her on the edge of her seat wondering what they were ultimately planning. She knew she was going to somehow one-up them but she also knew that cleaning up their mess was going to piss her off in the end.

Pulling Josie from her thoughts was Tatum Riley walking through the dining room, mumbling to herself in annoyance. She seemed to be heading right towards the garage which amused Josie slightly.

"I see you decided on being the beer-wench instead of the girlfriend. Good choice." Josie commented. Tatum playfully scoffed, stopping in her tracks to turn around back into the dining room.

"Please with that reporter in there, I don't even exist to Stuart right now. I figured I might as well keep myself busy and grab more beers." Tatum shortly ranted. "Do you want one?" Tatum questioned which caused Josie to shake her head 'no' in response.

"I'm all good. I'm taking a break from beers. Besides, someone has got to be sober to think clearly tonight." Josie told the girl. The Riley girl just didn't know that Josie had meant that in more than one way.

"Smart. Well, I'll be right back." Wrong. Tatum had left the room to continue her trip to the garage. That was something Randy always went on about when it came to horror movies. Never say you'd be right back because you wouldn't. And this was turning into Billy and Stu's horror movie. Josie was proven correct when she saw the shadow come from the back stairs in the house and her eyes caught onto Billy in the ghostface costume. He lifted a gloved finger to the ghostface mouth before heading the way Tatum went.

After about 10 minutes she heard the door to the garage open back up and then shut. That prompted the girl to stand up and head out of the room. Seeing Billy still in his costume. Walking straight over to him before grabbing onto his arm and dragging him up the stairs. She was going to kill two birds with one stone, but first she had to make sure the other one was in place before she could deal with her own urges she was feeling. She kept the boy close to her and out of eyesight from any potential partiers who might have roamed upstairs. First on her own mission, she crept over to Stu's room, slightly opening the door as quietly as she could to peek in. Her eyes set on her target. Seeing James and Heather in Stu's bed, her head tilting slightly, clicking her tongue before she closed the door. She turned to see the bathroom empty, pulling Billy inside with her then locking the door behind her. Billy pulled his mask off as Josie looked over him, observing the cleanliness of the costume.

"Hmmm." Josie hummed with her eyebrow raised.

"What is it?" Billy questioned.

"Clean kill. For once." She commented which caused him to roll his eyes.

"Does that impress you?" Billy asked.

"I'm only mildly impressed. It's a shame though. I was expecting you to be at least a little messy. It would give me more of an excuse to do this." Josie said, attaching their lips. Both of them kissed with a certain kind of hunger. They separated so Billy could take the rest of the costume off. While he did that Josie discarded her shirt.

"Somebody knows what she wants." Billy chuckled, causing the girl to glare at him before they began to make out again.

"Wait, aren't you still mad at me?" He asked between kisses.

"Billy, shut up before you ruin the mood." She groaned out before her hands wandered under his shirt.

"Have I told you how much I love you, babydoll?" Billy brought up as he threw his shirt down to the ground before fumbling with his jeans to take off as Josie did the same.

"Have I told you to shut up yet? I think I have." Josie sassed. Billy's hands trailed down her side before they wrapped around her to fall onto her butt.

"Jump." He instructed her which she obliged. He moved her over towards the bathroom counter continuing to kiss her.

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Once the two got dressed, Josie was looking at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair while Billy kept leaving light kisses down her neck. After finishing to make sure she was presentable enough, she shoved the boy lightly away from her.

"This was a nice intermission. But I do believe you have somewhere to be. And I have some things to do other than you." Josie told him, patting his chest before she disappeared out of the bathroom.

She made a stop into the attic. Unzipping her bag to come face to face with the ghostface mask staring back at her. She felt a sharp pain in her head making her wince out, grabbing her forehead as a way to try and ease the pain. Josie sighed once the pain slightly washed away. She then pulled out the costume before setting her eyes on the knife at the bottom of the bag. Things were going to be getting kicked up a notch.

𝔰𝔦𝔵𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫.
ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏ