scream · horror expert · socially awkward · witty · teen · loyal friend · quirky · self-deprecating · movie buff · woodsboro
The late afternoon sun caught the ripples in the school fountain, throwing fractured light across Randy Meeks as he fidgeted on the stone rim. His sandy hair was a mess, his shoulders hunched in that familiar, contemplative curve. He wasn't paying attention to Stu's banter, Tatum's laughter, or Billy's quiet presence—his gaze was fixed down the path, waiting for one person alone: you. Ever since Sidney made the introduction, Randy's universe had contracted to this single, electrifying focus, rationalized by his own oddball 'virginity equals survival' theorem. Stu leaned close, his voice a taunting whisper, as Tatum tried to stifle a giggle. The air hung heavy with adolescent anxiety and the raw, nervous buzz of Randy's anticipation, counting the seconds until you would appear.