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Scream: Class Reunion

We open on a young couple. Miguel and Oliver- two young men out on a date leaving a movie. They’re high schoolers- one tall handsome and cool, wearing a leather jacket and jeans. He smiles and it's like the sun rising in the night. It's late- the parking lot is basically empty save for a few cars from the restaurant that shares the lot.

A deep orange moon hangs in the sky above, obscured by some stringy stray clouds. Miguel is smiling down at his date for the evening. He is shorter, preppier, and beaming with nervousness. The two had never been on a public date before. Clandestine trysts at parties and scant kisses in between classes were nothing compared to this- being together like normal people.

They’re talking excitedly about the movie they’d just seen. A horror movie. It's not unusual in their town, horror movies. In fact, they were so common the general population could have done without a new one for quite a while.

The city of Woodsboro didn't have the pleasure of being a general viewer of slasher movies. Here- horror movies weren't just something you got to watch, they were something you lived. It had been 10 years since the last 'sequel' and there was a quiet in the air that felt familiar. It felt like the camera, among other things, are about to roll.

They stop in the parking lot as the lights of the theater begin to shut off. Oliver and Miguel say their goodbyes and part with a single soft kiss. Oliver grins to himself as they part and turn to walk to their cars. He didn't feel like this was real. It was one thing for the soulful bad boy to be all over you in secret but they were like on a date. He didn't kid himself, there were a lot of words to describe him but cool wasn't one of them. Sheltered? Maybe. Studious? Definitely. Kinda slutty? Only in the YA books he secretly wrote in study hall. But cool? Definitely not one of them.

Miguel was cool. Genuinely cool. He was tall, gorgeous, carefree, and always showed just enough of his stomach when he stretched to show off his happy trail and defined abs. He was way out of Oliver's league- but here they were. On a date.

Oliver arrives at his care and moves to fish his keys from his jacket pocket. He pauses, still aglow. Behind him we see Miguel turn back in the distance. He looks like he wants to say something. A sneaky grin spreads across his face- His arm raises but he stops as he is suddenly engulfed by a hooded figure and pulled into the shadows between cars. Oliver doesn't notice.

He pulls out his keys and looks back over to Miguel- likely still getting into his car... only there's nothing there. His brow furrows in confusion. Had he left already? It didn't look like any of the cars had moved but he also wasn't really focusing on them. Oliver was just about to call Miguel's name when-

his phone rings.

He blinks, looking at it- it’s Miguel. That same bright smile looks back at him from the caller ID. Oliver smiles to himself and answers. "Calling me already? Aren’t you afraid you’re going to come off despy?"

There's a silence on the other end. It's hollow. Maybe it was the movie he'd just seen but it felt foreboding.

"Oh- um, hi." A voice finally spoke up on the other end of the call. It definitely wasn't Miguel. The voice didn't have the same playful confidence. "I think someone left their phone in the theater?"

"Oh! I’m sorry-" He shook his head. The one and only time he'd playfully answered a call without stumbling over his words and it was a theater usher. "Uhm, yeah. I think this is my friend's phone. We were just in the movie."

Oliver looks around for Miguel to see if he'd maybe missed him before- but he was all alone.

"Oh? Is he there with you."

Oliver suddenly feels vulnerable. "No, he just left."

"Fuck" The guy on the other end of the phone blurts out. He's clearly tired and just wants to go home. "But you know whose phone this is, right?"

"Yeah, you couldn't miss us." Oliver crosses his arms over his chest. "It wasn't exactly a packed theater."

"Oh yeah, I think I remember checking you two in." The voice replies. There's something behind his words that feels snake-like. Knowing. "Just a friend, huh?"

"Yeah something like that."

"Well uhm, I have to finish some closing stuff in here but if you want you can come grab your friend's phone."

Oliver looks around for any other sign of life. Even the restaurant across the parking lot sounded like it had closed down for the night. He turned back to the theater and it looked the same- dark, empty. Granted- this theater had seen much better days. It was older and didn't see big crowds with blockbusters let alone horror sequels that were less than hyped. "Okay." He said, moving across the parking lot towards the doors.

"The doors are still unlocked. Let yourself in."

Oliver got to the doors and pushed- it was locked. "Uhm, no. The door is locked." He could hear something inside moving around. He'd expected the door to pop open- but nothing moved.

"Oh sorry, someone must have locked it. We keep the last door on the left open for employees to take the trash out. Try that one."

Oliver looked down the row of doors- the entrance in question was steeped in shadow at the very end of the building. He took in a sharp breath and started walking towards the door. He could feel the fear rising him his throat but he shoved it down. "Stop being stupid." He scolded himself as he slowly crept away from the light of the entrance and into the darkness. of the night. "You're just freaking out because of the stupid movie."

"You still there?" The voice asks, causing Oliver to jump out of his own skin in surprise. "Whoah- you okay? I didn't scare you, did I?"

"No," Oliver grips the door handle and pulls the door open freely. Finally. He can get in and get out. "It's open. I'm coming in."

"I wouldn't blame you. I get spooked after watching scary movies too." He paused. "Are you into scary movies?"

"Yeah, I guess. I mean I grew up in Woodsboro so it's kind of a prerequisite." He's entered through an exit door at the end of a long hall of enclaves that lead to the theaters. The signs above them still glow with their final showtimes of the night. He can see the lobby down the hallway.

"Yeah, I guess." The voice replied, languishing in a moment that felt like silk coming over the phone. It was like whoever he was talking to relished saying these words. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

"Oh come on." Oliver chuckles to himself. "Really? That tired old line?"

"What's wrong? It's a classic for a reason."

"Maybe in the nineties or something." Oliver relaxes a little. Just being in the safety of the building helps him with feeling less anxious. "Don't get me wrong, Stab movies are a staple of the genre but they're not scary anymore."

"You think?"

"It's the nature of a franchise. Eventually the killer just becomes a joke. Look at Michael Myers- they've rebooted that franchise to Hell." Oliver nears the end of the hallway and pauses. The lights are low and there's a vague shape standing by the doors- shrouded in darkness.

"Michael Myers is just a movie." The voice replies, his voice is lower. It's darker- familiar. "The Stab movies are real. Based on true events."

"Yeah but not..." Oliver stumbles over his words, not taking his eyes off of the shape in the lobby. "all of them."

"And what's why they've gotten so bad. Do you wanna know what makes a good Stab movie?" The voice pauses, waiting for Oliver to come to the realization of where he is. "True events to base them on."

"That's not funny," Oliver states, he can feel himself trembling. He starts to step back towards the hallway, preparing to run for the door that he'd entered through. He started to mentally retrace his steps and make a plan. Run. Door. Run. Keys. Car. Go.

"Where are you going? Don't you want your friend's phone?"

Oliver stops. He's definitely being watched. It was now or never. He hangs up his phone and immediately takes off towards the back entrance. He slams into the door, pushing with the weight of his entire body- but it won't budge. The door is locked. "Fuck!" He yelled out in frustration and tried pushing at it again.

It wouldn't move.

The sound of a door opening and closing in the lobby echoed through the theater. Whoever locked the door must have come back inside. He must have come back in. Oliver cursed himself for coming inside the building- hating himself for even going on this date and trying to move forward with Miguel. If he'd just stayed in his lane and understood their differences were defining- he wouldn't be here in this theater with a psychopathic Stab fanatic.

Another sound in the lobby breaks the silence of the theater and Oliver knows it's time to move. He pushes away from the door and dips into the enclave of the first theater door. Hidden out of view he tries to open the door- it won't budge. Oliver peers around the corner and into the hallway- it was clear. He darts into the next enclave, doing his best to stay out of view.

just as he tries the door, it flings open and a black shrouded figure bursts out of the doorway, knocking Oliver off of his feet.

From here Oliver is chased through the lobby and we see all the decor and posters for STAB X: THE NEXT GENERATION plastering the walls.

The killer ends up chasing Oliver into an empty theater where we get the reveal of Miguel’s body. After a hide n seek in between the rows of the chairs- he is gutted in front of the screen and then hoisted up by the neck.

The camera lights up bathing his dead body in shaky footage that settles on a large shot of the Ghostface mask with Quinn’s bleeding corpse resting between the eyes, his blood smearing across the screen.

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FADE IN: JILL’S APARTMENT

We open with Jill. She gets up and we see a scar on her stomach before she slides a robe on and starts the shower. It’s a normal morning for her. She walks into the living room and opens the windows up and we see the beautiful skyline of Seattle. She grabs a bottle of water from her fridge and hears her phone start ringing. She doesn’t recognize the number so she ends the call- and sees the notifications on her phone going crazy. The latest is from Kirby: TURN ON GALE’S SHOW.

She turns the TV on and we angle on Gale Weathers’ morning show.

Angle on TV: Gale is reporting on the murder of two teenagers in Woodsboro.

CUT TO: CHARLIE’S APARTMENT

We pull back to see Charlie watching the same report in his own apartment. He’s dressed for the day, watching intently with a bag across his chest. He was clearly about to head out when he got the text.

Holding on the concern on his face, we hear Gale explaining the details: Teenagers were posed like Casey and Steve, were dating, and found by theater staff the next morning. We see their school pictures on the screen. They were at the theater seeing the latest Stab movie- the one based on Noah Reid’s rampage through Woodsboro 10 years ago.

CUT TO: KIRBY’S STUDIO

Angling back on Gale for a moment we transition to Kirby Reed, who is moving through her studio apartment, throwing things onto her bed next to an open bag. Her phone sits black screened on the bed next to it. She feels rushed, manic. She’s been dreading this day and after an amount of time- she had hoped that it wouldn’t have happened.

Her phone chimes and lights up- Robbie is calling her. She grabs the phone and answers.

CUT TO: WOODSBORO CINEMA

Robbie, clad in a Woodsboro Deputy uniform, has turned away from the crime scene and speaks closely into the phone. Kirby grills him for information but he isn’t giving anything away. She asks if there’s a reason for them to be afraid and he stays silent. There’s something he isn’t telling her. He tells her that he will see her soon, implying that there’s something he can’t say. They hang up and he looks back at the crime scene.

Oliver, still hanging with his internal organs spilling out onto the stage floor. Robbie walks back over to the scene and where Miguel’s shoulders is a Woodsboro letterman jacket with the last name ‘SHELDON’.

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5 Years Later: Home Sweet Homicide.

Unable to tell if it was the turbulent flight or his nerves keeping his stomach in his throat, Jesse opened the door to his hotel room eager to take a hot shower and lay down for a bit before he was set to meet up with his friends. As he predicted, they all decided to get together for a reunion. Their minds weren’t made up about what they were going to say exactly- but they knew that being together could help them decide.

Jill- being brilliant- knew they wouldn’t have clear heads in Woodsboro. Jesse’s mom worked out some ties with work to get them some suites at a hotel a few towns over. They were close enough for him to have dinner with her while he was there but far enough that it didn’t feel like he would be suffocating.

“I just got to the hotel. It’s nice. Super plush, super clean, and super not Woodsboro.” Jesse said, dropping the room key on a table next to the door. “I’ll call you tonight after dinner with mom.”

“Tell her I said hi.” Kendall replied on the other side of the line. “I’m closing tonight. If I don’t answer, I’ll call you when we close.”

“No problem. I’ll talk to you tonight.” Jesse smiled inwardly. Kendall had started a restaurant a little over a year ago in Soho and it was blowing up- he barely saw his boyfriend outside of the place- luckily they had good food. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Kendall said before kissing into the phone. “And uh- just... stay safe. If you start to feel overwhelmed, just tell me. I can be there in a few hours.”

“I know.”

“Promise.”

“I will. I promise I will.”

“Say it like you mean it.” He chuckled in retort.

There was a comfortable silence between them where Jesse nearly begged for him to get on a plane. He forced the words back. “Bye.”

“Bye, babe.”

Jesse hung up the phone and laid it next to his key and rolled his suitcase into the room from the hall, closing the door behind him. He heaved a sigh, hoping to breathe out all the stress building tension in his shoulders- but all it did was make him even more exhausted. He moved over to the bed and threw himself into the crisp white bedding. It was cool against his skin, something he could focus on. It was enough to calm his mind and let him slip into a quiet sleep.

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“So how is the new apartment? You’re closer to the office now, right?” Marilyn looked up from her salad. The leafy greens were piled high with colorful vegetables and thick grilled cuts of beef. “I mean, relatively. Brooklyn has to be closer than Queens.”

“You’d know if you visited me once in a while.” Jesse shot his mom a sly smile. It was no secret that Marilyn didn’t like New York for Jesse. “They’re pretty similar in distance but Brooklyn has an express stop right next to us so it’s a little faster getting home if I stay a little late.”

“Hopefully not too late. I already don’t like you living in such a scary city, let alone walking around on your own all hours of the night.” She took a bite from her fork and chewed it down.

“I’ll be fine.” Jesse said before taking a long drink from his water. “New York isn’t like Woodsboro. I’m never alone- the city is up all hours. The only thing I need to worry about is stumbling into another hipster drum circle.”

“You really are scarred from that, aren’t you?”

“I had to throw that sweater away. I never got the smell of sage and body odor out of it.” They chuckled together. Jesse played with the salmon in front of him with his fork for a moment, letting the comfortable silence weigh in on them. “What do you think I should do tomorrow?” He asked, looking up from his food.

His mother met his gaze with a furrowed brow. It was the same face Jesse made when he was at odds with something in his head. “Well I don’t want them sensationalizing the tragedy if that’s what you’re asking.” She replied firmly. “As for what you’re going to say, I don’t know. What do the others think? They’re going to be there, right?”

“Yeah, we’re all in town. I think Kirby just landed a few minutes ago. We’re all going to meet up at the hotel bar and talk later. So far everyone has been pretty quiet on the movie front. Robbie-”

“Robbie has been helping Warren petition for this film for months.” Marilyn cut him off. “I don’t think his needs are really what need to be considered right now.”

“I know- I just... I just want to make sure that we’re hearing him out. He wants us to be honest about how we feel. And Warren-” Jesse couldn’t control how quickly he rolled his eyes. “Warren is doing what Warren does best- cash in on his small slice of the story. I don’t think it’s fair to equate them.”

“Well I never would have thought Robbie Mercer would be the type of boy to want a movie made featuring the murder of your fath-”

“Mom.” Jesse interrupted. “Please. I know I am saying ‘no’. I can promise you that it’s likely we all will. I just... I want to be diplomatic. I don’t want to make a scene or cause waves that stir things up again. I’m finally able to live a normal life and I don’t want to lose that.”

“Neither do I.” She replied, not looking up from her plate. “I just want you to be safe.”

“I know.”

“Have you talked to Trevor?” Marilyn didn’t know if she should even approach the subject, but she had to know. “I saw him back in town a few days ago. I’m assuming it’s for the same reason.”

“No, uhm. No.” Trevor was a rough subject for Jesse. The two had tried to make it work during Jesse’s freshman year at Yale but the distance and their differences took their toll. Though he’d never admit it, Trevor breaking up with him was a big catalyst in getting him to New York. Though he wasn’t pining for him anymore, there was a part of Jesse that would always love his high school boyfriend.

After all- they’d been through life and death together. That created bonds you couldn’t easily break. “I guess he got the same message I did. I mean that or he’s just... back.”

“I didn’t say anything- after his father passed away and he went through such a hard time, I didn’t want to bring anything up.” Marilyn took a sip from her wine. “He looked good, though.”

“Great.” Jesse smiled sweetly. “I’m glad he’s good. If I see him at the hearing I’ll tell him you send your best.”

“That would be lovely.”

Wouldn’t it, Jesse thought to himself. Just lovely.

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Jesse shifted in his seat, stirring the drink in front of him restlessly. He’d popped down to the hotel lounge a few minutes early to catch his wits before the others showed up. At least that’s what he told himself. Really he just needed a drink. He looked out over the softly lit room, eyeing each person there. A handsome swarthy man in the corner whose shirt was just a little tight over his muscular chest had been giving Jesse the eye- but he was sure that the guy was just looking for a new client.

The obvious man and his mistress huddled in the corner were appropriately handsy. His wedding ring seemed to catch the light a few times- but hers was noticeably absent. Just as he felt the Nancy Drew urges rising, a new face caught his eye. He was classically handsome with a strong scruffy jawline and deep soulful eyes. It was Trevor.

He was clad in a clean white tee shirt with a black apron around his waist. Moving behind the bar, he started to move bottles around and stack cups when he looked up and caught Jesse’s gaze.

They locked eyes for a long moment, something deep and unsaid sparked between them like electricity. Jesse’s breath caught in his throat and he broke the stare. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Did he go talk to him? Obviously he couldn’t not say something- and he definitely couldn’t leave, the others would be here any moment. Before he could make up his mind, a familiar voice appeared behind him.

“Hey,” Jesse turned in his seat to see Trevor. Even years later he was still gorgeous in a tortured way. “What’s a guy like you doing in a dive like this.”

“Me?” Jesse asked, his face bending in a wry smile. Instantly his nerves softened and anxiety melted away. “What about you? I uhm- I thought you were still in Chicago.”

“You know me, always a little restless.” Trevor chuckled nervously and held out his arms. “Are we huggers? Do we do that now?”

“Yeah, of course!” Jesse slipped out of his seat and into Trevor’s arms. It was like muscle memory, he still knew exactly where he fit in the other male’s embrace. “You look great. Glad to see you’re still the master of the bar.”

“It’s a job,” Trevor said absently, letting Jesse go. “I see you’re still more interested in the garnishes that the drinks.” He nodded towards the empty toothpicks sitting next to his half empty bloody mary.

“What can I say- you guys give good garnish.” He joked. “Still though, it’s a surprise to see you so close to... I mean, I never expected any of us to be back here.”

“I’m willing to bet we’re both here for the same reason. I’m surprised you came, though.” Trevor looked down at his shoes. “But I guess when Robbie Mercer waves the flag, you come running.”

“It wasn’t Robbie,” Jesse felt himself tensing up a little. It was a time honored argument with them. Robbie was Jesse’s first crush. And even after he had long since fallen in love with Trevor, the other male couldn’t ever really get past Jesse’s infatuation with the boy next door. In the end, it was a pretty big factor in their breakup. “It was the movie and the memories and- I just don’t want them to splatter our life story all over a 16 foot screen.”

“Jess, they’re gonna do it no matter what we say.” Trevor answered. He crossed his arms over his chest indignantly. “Nothing we say is going to change that. I think Sidney Prescott’s story has proven that.”

“Then why are you here?” Jesse asked, echoing his body language. Trevor being pessimistic wasn’t exactly out of character- but if he didn’t think his say meant anything, he wouldn’t have come back here. None of them would.

“If they’re going to recreate my worst nightmares and show them off for all the world to see then I’m going to get a payday out of it.” Trevor shook his head, Jesse was still noble and naive. “This whole thing is press. Warren and the studio want some bullshit blessing on the film so people don’t think it’s in bad taste. You should do the same thing; get cash for you and your dad. You deserve it.”

“So you are just gonna milk the situation like Warren has?” Jesse held back a heavy roll of the eyes. There was an unsaid bond between the survivors that they wouldn’t sell their story. No matter how hard outside press tried- they’d made it 5 years without cracking. Aside from a very poorly received ton deaf True Crime special, they’d succeeded- Until Warren.

“I’m nothing like Warren.” Trevor’s tone dropped to a serious dulcet that Jesse had only heard a few times. “Unlike that leech who wants to play like he was there- I actually lived through this.”

“Well if it isn’t the infamous Tresse, Woodsboro’s premiere gay couple.”

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5 Years Later Part One

Time heals all wounds- one would think. There were some wounds, however, that didn’t heal. They just became overgrown and lost in the weeds of days past. Some villains never really die- they just quiet in the noise of everyday life.

But there voice is still there. That voice- that specific voice- is still echoing in the back of Jesse’s mind day after day. It haunts him.

He’d left Woodsboro, graduated college, and become a different person. He wasn’t shy and sweet, pining after the boy next door. He was confident, comfortable in his own skin. He was who he was, victim status and all. After graduating he went to Yale for a year before transferring to New York university. It wasn’t as prestigious but it allowed him to get lost in a sea of people which gave him a level of anonymity he wasn’t afforded in New Haven.

Sitting alone in his office he looked out over the city. It sparkled in the night- even with a drizzle of rain hazing over Brooklyn. A crack of thunder echoed across the night sky as his eyes scanned over the headline on his computer screen.

SUNRISE STUDIOS ANNOUNCES STAB 10.

It had to happen eventually, Jesse thought to himself as he brought a cup to his lips and took a long draw of cold coffee. He didn’t need to read the article to know that they’d be making a movie based on the events that stained his Senior Year of high school. Honestly- he was expecting to see this headline a lot sooner. He pulled out his phone and opened a new text message, creating a group chat. “What do you know,” He said as he typed. “We’re gonna be famous again. Stab 10 is officially a thing.”

Jesse added his friends to the message and shot it off, not expecting much of a reply. At least not yet. He was working late- but it was still Friday Night. Surely Charlie, Jill, Kirby, and Robbie had better things going on then lamenting over their sullied youths. To his surprise, he got an immediate ping.

Jesse opened his phone. The message wasn’t from his friends- at least not one he’d written before. This was from a different name- one he’d hoped he would never have seen again.

Warren.

Jesse sighed and opened the message. Warren had really taken to the spotlight after the murders. He was the unofficial Voice Of The Survivors- even if he was barely involved with the killings. If he was messaging Jesse it had to be press related.

‘Hey Grayson, I am sure you heard the news. I know you’re probably busy or whatever- Robbie said you’re working in Brooklyn now. Knee Deep in hipsters? Anyway- there’s a hitch with the film. I wanted to tell you before the lawyers contacted you- you’re being asked to come back to Woodsboro. It’s some victim’s rights thing. The studio has to ask the survivors for permission to use their likeness and if you don’t answer, you surrender your ability to fight it or whatever. It’s in a few days. Hopefully I’ll see you there. Robbie is really counting on you.”

The last sentence stung. Robbie was always friendlier with Warren than the rest of the gang- but what did Robbie know about this that he wouldn’t have told Jesse.

He closed his laptop and decided that he’d finish writing his hard hitting personality quiz from the comfort of his own bedroom. He packed his items up quicker than usual and made a direct line for the glossy glass doors of the office. ‘BUZZFEED’ gleamed in bright red letters, casting the dark office in an eery bloody glow, which bathed over Jesse as he exited. Just as he was leaving- a phone rang. It was deep in the back of the office, indiscernible among the rows of desks mapping the room.

Pausing, he felt that familiar pang of curiosity and fear. It crept up his spine, setting his nerves on fire. “Fuck that.” He said finally, closing the door behind him and heading towards the elevator.

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He needed to get home. Every second that he was outside his apartment felt more and more like something was tightening around his neck. Standing on the platform, Jesse looked acoss the tracks at the other side at a man in a hoodie. The dark gap between them felt cavernous. His eyes drifted into the darkness as he thought of going back home. Woodsboro felt like it was a million miles away and the idea of going back seemed impossible. Facing those ghosts, seeing the scene of the crime, it wasn’t something he’d planned on doing any time soon.

But Robbie. The movie. The only thing worse than people reading about the awful things that happened to him and his friends would be for it to be sensationalized on film. The thought of watching someone reenact Noah’s rampage through Woodsboro was enough to make him ill. A passing train broke him from his thoughts with a deafening screech. Jesse stared at the train cars passing, looking at his reflection.

Something white caught his attention. Between the cars, he could see the man in the hoodie for mere milliseconds- but Jesse was sure there was something looking back at him from under the hood. A ghostly white face with a long open mouth and dropping sorrowful eyes. A mask.

A ghost mask.

His breath caught in his throat as he stared intently. With each gap between cabs, he made the features out more clearly. It was a him- it was the face that he saw when he closed his eyes at night. And suddenly- with sweeping of the final train car- the hooded figure was gone and the opposing platform was empty.

Jesse’s chest felt heavy with anxiety. Had he seen that? Was it even real? He closed his eyes tight and opened them again- still nothing. Nobody. He took a step towards the tracks to get a better look at the other side of the station. It wasn’t very well lit and there were large columns of steel that could be hiding any number of things- but he seemed alone. Just as he’d felt like he could breathe again, he was jerked backwards.

“Hey!” The voice behind him bellowed. Jesse nearly jumped out of his own skin, spinning on his heel quickly to see who had grabbed him. “Be careful” An older man was there, tall and gaunt with years of life written on his face.

“I’m sorry-” Jesse choked out, clearly shaken. “I thought I saw-”

“The train?” He cut Jesse off. It was then that Jesse felt the breeze of the arriving train on his neck. His train. “You almost lost your head. You nuts or something?” The doors opened and he pushed past Jesse to get on board. Jesse stood there for a moment dumbfounded.

“Or something.”

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“You know you don’t have to go.” The voice came from the bathroom, it’s amber glow spilling onto the bed where Jesse lay under a thick patterned duvet with a tablet in hand. “I mean, what’s the worse that can happen- they make lame slasher movie that stirs up talk about you for three months and then the story goes back into obscurity.” Kendall emerged, ruffling his hair with a towel. He was tall and scruffy, with deep brown eyes and a smile that melted Jesse’s heart.

“I know it doesn’t sound like a lot but-” Jesse put the tablet down and looked up at Kendall through his glassed. “I dunno. I just feel like I finally got all of this behind me. I stopped having nightmares, I don’t have to have three deadbolts on my door-”

“You let me sleep over-” Kendall supplied.

“I let my amazing, wonderful, sexy boyfriend sleep over without feeling like I’m going to wake up with a knife in my gut. I’m a real boy again.” Jesse shrugged. “I don’t want to see my worst memories splattered all over a sixty foot screen nationwide.”

Kendall leaned over the bed and gave Jesse a soft kiss to his forehead. Jesse breathed him in deep. He smelled of a fresh shower and mint. “Have you talked to the others? What do they think?”

“Robbie is going.” Jesse said. “Kirby and Jill are on the fence. Charlie is dependent on us. It really would just take one of us to say yes and the others would likely fall in line. We just need a lynch pin.”

“Then be the pin.” Kendall crossed the room and climbed into the bed next to Jesse. He grabbed the other male’s hands and took them into his own. “It’s not going to be easy but it sounds like it would be better to bite this bullet than face the film.”

“It is just a day. I could fly in and out and be done with it.”

“Exactly.”

“And my mom would love to see me.”

“She would.”

“And I really miss them...”

“It sounds like you’ve made up your mind.”

“I think I have.”

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“I didn’t swoop in and save anything. He wanted me right where I ended up. That’s why I don’t get any of this shit. All of a sudden, within hours, they found a bunch of evidence to corroborate him being the killer? It’s just so fucking sloppy… and not horror movie worthy in the slightest.” Charlie stopped rambling just before Jesse started rambling, and he listed intently all the while. The truth was, Charlie had no idea what Jesse was even talking about. He stopped in his tracks, then put his hands up to halt the conversation. “I don’t even know these people. None of them. Who are they and how do you know any of this extra information? Ugh I need to start hanging out with girls more.” He tossed the book back into the cart as his brain started to overflow with questions. “I have absolutely no clue how any of this is connected and why the fuck the mask was even a part of it. It’s tripping me out, and I haven’t even smoked in the last couple of days. Let’s stop. This is hurting my brain too.”

“Okay, and why didn’t I know that the Adam you were talking about was Woodsboro Adam? And who is Casey? Jesse, help me out. I’m drowning in information overload here.” It was bumming Charlie out that he was so clueless about almost everything going on in his life. He wanted to just go back to his happy place, which was on the couch, smoking and vegging out to shitty Netflix movies.

Jesse was happy to give up on the Parker conversation. “Newspaper, Charlie. I learn everything working on the paper.” He started putting up more books, grateful for the change of subject. The more they talked about the murders, the more he was guaranteed to be anxious all night. “Does it matter- it’s not like we hung out with him or anything back home? I barely recognized him the first day in class when we sat next to each other. And Casey-” Jesse heaved a sigh and shook his head.

“Casey is on the paper. He’s older and super hot and a swimmer with the biggest biceps and for some odd reason he’s super into me. He found me one night snooping around looking for some answers about Professor Parker on campus and I dunno. We had a moment. And honestly I thought that it would all be over when he was caught but he’s still texting me and trying to be all cute and stuff.” Jesse turned back to Charlie, happy to finally be talking about this stuff with him. It felt like the two of them never really got the chance nowadays. “And so it’s choice time. Do I tell Casey to back off or do I cool it with Adam? You know what I want to do more than anything- go back to Woodsboro where the only boy problems I had were how to hide my crush on Robbie.”

The Hardly Boys>Charlie and Jesse

#Jesse misses him so muuuhuhuhuhch

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jessegrayson · 8 years

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Brooke flashed him her signature winning smile as he seemed to start to explain himself as a way to try to ease him into the fact that they seemed to both have the same idea about the pool at night. “Well, I’ve seem to have gone everywhere on this campus but here and I could use a nice swim. I’m guessing you do this as a sport? You totally have the arms for it.” She spoke, her charm dripping out naturally. She thought she might’ve seen him around before, but then again, he is a student. She could’ve easily glanced at him before and just not given it much attention.

“Yeah, Emma’s one of my best friends. I’m not really close to Noah though. Nice to meet you though, Jesse. I’m Brooke Maddox.” She spoke, introducing herself to the boy. She was certain she had never heard Emma mention a Jesse Grayson before, but it could’ve easily slipped her mind if she had. “What brings you to this fine establishment late at night? Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to go places alone in the night?” Brooke teased, playing around with her charm bracelet out of habit.

“I grew up in Woodsboro- I wasn’t allowed to go places alone period.” Jesse joked, having a nice hearty laugh. It felt good- it was something he hadn’t done in a hot minute. “And yeah, I was on the swim and dive team back home. Pools are kind of comforting. I guess it’s a nice throw back to a simpler time.” He raised his brows in a knowing glance. He didn’t feel the need to mention the murders of recent. “How about you? Are you out escaping the trials and tribulations of reality or are you just a really big fan of smelling like chlorine?” He moved his arms around in the water, feeling the cool currents of liquid between his fingers.

He liked her instantly. It was hard not to- she oozed charm. “Or-surprise third option- are you stalking me Swimfan style? I hate to break it to you Ms. Maddox, I’m already stuck in some love geometry and it’s looking like we’re at capacity.” He joked, thinking back to his own situation with Adam and Casey with a wide smile moving around in the water. “And unfortunately it’s a boys club.”

Just Keep Swimming>Brooke and Jesse

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“I mean, it’s not all that crazy. If Robbie could ever get past the first chapter of a book, I’m sure he’d be in the same boat,” he said, a smirk forming on his face. “But it’s been nothing but horror, horror, horror over at our place. I mean.. It’s usually mostly horror, but I’m talking ridiculous amounts of gore lately. I can’t get the kid to tone it down.” In spite of recent events, Charlie really wasn’t phased at all by it. Horror movies were a comfort to him if anything. He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he watched Jesse place book after book on the shelves. Hanging out with Jesse was also a comfort that Charlie had definitely been needing as of late. “I guess I understand the interest. If my girlfriend wouldn’t have been a factor, I probably would have been cracking open a book too. Normally all this massacre shit gets me goin’.”

Charlie had yet to wrap his brain around any of the new information that had been flooding the media lately. And as for Professor Parker, he was just some random guy without any ties to them, at least none that Charlie was currently aware of. “Yeah he had the mask and everything, man. He made sure I saw it when he Skyped me,” he said as he grabbed a worn Stephen King novel from Jesse’s cart and started mindlessly thumbing through the pages. “There really wasn’t any sort of climax though. Horror movies need a good build and then a breakdown, maybe a bait and switch, and this story is seriously missing any of that. It’s no Stab. Just try-hard copycat bullshit…” He trailed off before something clicked in his brain. “Bait and switch? You don’t think…” he said, shaking his head to his own question. “How much did you know about this guy?”

“That he was a crazy perv who hooked up with multiple students.” Jesse said, jumping on the card and skidding slowly for a few feet. He didn’t want to mention that Jill was one of the unfortunate girls caught in his crossfire. Maybe that was why he went after Kirby- maybe she knew too. “And No. Real life isn’t a movie-” Jesse turned back to Charlie. “And I know coming from Woodsboro, that’s totally garbage to say, but I dunno- maybe he was just stupid and slipped up before he could finish the job?” He turned back to putting the books up, trying his best to play the denial game with Parker. If anything, it was enough to keep his head together.

“But I’m with you on the climax. Who knows- maybe you and Kirby are the climax. You swooped in and saved the girl before anything could happen.” Jesse started walking the cart further down the stacks, digging deeper into his own thoughts. “The thing that really gets me is you. I mean- don’t get me wrong, you’re my hero and all that, but .... Why did he call you? Sure he killed Isaac who was loosely related to the Nina story but...” Jesse shook his head and the threads started to unravel. “And for that fact- why Will? He seemed firmly planted on the bologna pony from what I can tell. Are we supposed to believe that Nina and Will were still having a thing?”

Jesse stopped the cart again. “Wait. No. My brain needs to stop and leave well enough alone. Kirby is safe and you’re safe and the only problem I need to worry about is the Casey vs Adam debate.” Off Charlie’s look, he broke into a heaved sigh. No matter how much he wanted to push the mystery of Professor Parker from his mind, he couldn’t.

The Hardly Boys>Charlie and Jesse

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Brooke hadn’t noticed it or really given it any real attention, but she was slowly falling apart from everything happening. The only real type of happiness she had left was found in the one person who could easily take it away, not even being able to find comfort in her friends. She didn’t mean to, but she was constantly walking on eggshells with Emma. This constant cautiousness caused her to not really enjoy herself with her own best friend and it just wasn’t fun to be around her anymore. She couldn’t blame her though, even though they lost the same people, it took it’s toll on her friend more than on Brooke. She could never imagine losing her first love in such a tragic way. When the nights did get hard, she started to explore more around the campus and try to find more secluded spots for her to just stop thinking and completely let go.

Her normal spot had been the shaded area near the coffee shop but unfortunately, a couple had taken it up for the night. As bothered as she was, Brooke let them be. Even if she wasn’t happy most of the time, she didn’t want to take that away for someone else, no matter how much she wanted to berate them for stealing her spot. She pulled out her phone and looked up old student forums where they reminisced on their old hideaways whenever they got stressed or overwhelmed. One had caught her eye. The diving pool. She highly doubted anyone would actually go there at this time of night, especially with all the attacks happening.

After changing into a bathing suit in the bathroom, she stowed away her clothes by a bench before heading towards the pool. When she was younger, she always found herself trying to hold her breath for as long as she could underwater. Brooke thought it would help her become a mermaid eventually, but those were just childhood dreams. Nowadays, she wished she had the power to just go underwater and swim far away from her problems. Just for tonight, the pool would do. Brooke tied her hair up in a ponytail, and started to walk towards the water, before noticing that someone else was in there. She went and sat down at the edge of the pool, where the guy had been swimming towards.

“Oh, hey-” Jesse said, coming up from the water. His heart skipped a beat in surprise. While the building wasn’t exactly off limits, he’d definitely expected to be alone. Surprisingly, the company didn’t bother him. “I uh- I thought I was the only person weird enough to go for a swim this late at night.” He laughed lightly, gaining his footing on the pool floor. Jesse stood up, rising out of the water up to his chest. She was tiny but beautiful. And familiar. Her face was so clear in his mind in so many different poses and smiles- like he’d seen her in a ton of pictures-

And then it hit him. She was friends with Nina. More than likely with Will, too. “I’m Jesse Grayson. I feel like we may have a few friends in common? Noah and Emma?” He didn’t want to sound like he knew too much about her from his research for Nina’s memorial. Sure it was basic info anyone could grab on facebook- but something about being a random boy she met late at night in a pool probably wasn’t the best way to introduce himself.

Just Keep Swimming>Brooke and Jesse

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