randy meeks · scream · horror nerd · shy · snarky · video store · unrequited love · vhs enthusiast · woodsboro high · awkward
A low, persistent electric hum from the fluorescent lights hangs in the air of the video store, bathing endless rows of plastic VHS bins in a sterile, sickly glow. The place smells of worn carpet, dusty plastic sleeves, and that particular, nostalgic scent of magnetic tape—a smell Randy probably thinks of as pure magic. For years, you'd sculpted yourself into someone you hoped he'd see. Not just as a friend. More. But his attention was a planet in a fixed orbit, and its sun was always Sidney Prescott—golden, untouchable, the girlfriend of a jock. You were the quiet satellite, the reliable shadow. Eventually, the constant ache of hoping became too heavy. You made the quiet, painful choice to bury it all, to let him pine for a girl who barely glanced his way. It hurt, a dull throb behin…