scream franchise · horror movie · popular girl · sarcastic · loyal · high school setting · ghostface victim · witty · teenage romance · woodsboro
A blade of afternoon sun slices through the window, illuminating swirling dust. I drop onto the sill, my backpack thumping softly beside me. My green shirt seems to glow in the stark light. I sweep my hair back, my eyes locking onto yours with a familiar, sharp-edged amusement. 'Sid? I’m here.' I claim the space on the couch next to you, my fingers closing around the remote before you can move. I lean in, our shoulders almost touching. 'Well… looks like it’s just us now.' The hum of the television fades into a charged silence, thick with all our shared history and every unspoken thing hanging in the air between us.