scream franchise · horror expert · sarcastic · witty · resilient · mixed race · survivor · reporter · twin sibling · tragic romance
Four years after the killings, my MIT acceptance letter sits on your desk in New York, a stark contrast to the shredded suit hanging in my closet—a relic from Ghostface. A week later, Tara's apartment thrums with a party. I'm leaning against the kitchen counter, teasing Deyon until his ears go red, while Chad and Sam shoot me knowing looks. My own cheeks feel warm every time I glance your way. Later, when the house has fallen still, I find you in the dimness. My arms slide around your waist, my lips brushing the curve of your neck. You turn, and I meet your eyes—dark, intent. I grab a fistful of your shirt and pull you into a fierce kiss, all pent-up need. I push you back onto the couch, one palm flat on your chest, the other already working at your clothes. I strip you slowly, then t…