MTV Scream: Memories

Hey Everyone I'm a first time user here, so bear with me. I've seen tons oof talented people here, but I noticed that something was missing. Nobody has written anything specifically about Brandon James and his life. So, I took it upon myself to write this fic detailing his life from his birth tp to where he gets shot which then leads into the T.V. show. I have watched every single episode of the show so I'm going to mention some aspects of the show into my fic, such as his dad being ashamed of Brandon, Brandon being homeschooled, Brandon meeting Daisy and so on and so forth.

Summary: This fic will detail Brandon's life from his birth up to him being shot, which leads into the beginning of the T.V. show, with some points and references from the show.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SCREAM OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. ALL OWNERSHIP OF CHARACTERS AND FRANCHISE GO TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Troy, son of Mr. and Mrs. James, hurriedly but carefully drove his mother to the hospital. Nerves racking throughout his body, Troy was hoping they'd be able to make it in time before his mother gave birth.

"Come on, Come on" Troy kept muttering under his breath, weaving in between cars on the highway as they raced to the hospital.

Finally arriving, Troy immediately removed his seatbelt, getting out of the driver's seat and running to the passenger door. Wrenching the door open, Troy undid his mother's seatbelt. Scooping her up in his strong arms, kicking the passenger door shut behind him and locking the door with the keys, despite carrying a fully grown woman in his arms, he ran towards the hospital. Rushing through the automatic sliding doors, adrenaline coursing through his veins, Troy could hear his blood pumping in his ears, Troy could only focus on getting his mother to the ER as soon as possible.

"Get me a doctor! Anybody! My mom's about to go into labor!" Troy was yelling erratically to anybody and everybody that could hear.

Almost immediately, several nurses rushed forward, one with a clipboard, another pushing a wheelchair towards Troy and his mother. Setting down his mother carefully, Troy meant to wish her 'good luck', but she was being wheeled away as fast a bullet.

Troy was a wreck. He was pacing back and forth in the waiting room, worried, confused, and elated. Worried about his mother. Confused, because he was left in the waiting room without any information on his mother, despite having asked several nurses passing by. Elated, because he was going to have a new baby brother to help take care of.

(FLASHBACK)

At the hospital, Troy and his Father were in the waiting room when their family doctor, Dr. J. Carpenter had come to them to inform them that Mrs. James was pregnant. Mrs. James was almost 50 years old when she was informed about the child.

'Isn't my mom a bit old to be having another child?' Troy wondered to himself but dismissed the thought when he suddenly realized he was going to be a big brother.

(END FLASHBACK)

Troy smiled to himself as he revisited that particular memory. No matter what he was doing or how he felt, that memory always put a smile on his face.

'She may be in her Golden Years, but she's tough as hell,' Troy reassured himself.

******1 HOUR LATER

Troy was annoyed.

After an hour of Troy going back and forth, pacing non-stop, an annoyed nurse bickered with him for a good 10 minutes before Troy, resigned, had to admit defeat and had finally decided to sit down. Firmly pressing a Styrofoam cup of cold water into Troy's hands, she firmly told him to stay put. But that didn't stop Troy from shaking his left leg up and down restlessly.

Taking a sip of water to calm himself, Troy could only worry about his mom, the baby, and one other person.

'WHERE IS MY DAD?' Troy thought, fuming, almost at his breaking point. He had called his dad at least 6 times. He knew his dad was busy at work, but wouldn't one of his coworkers tell his dad that his son was calling? Would it kill him to pick up the phone? Every time Troy had called, it went straight to the answering machine. Every time it answered, he would hang up, getting more and more annoyed with each hang up.

Now Troy's family was not poor by any standards. Far from it. They had always had plenty of food and a good deal of money. All that money had to stem from a source of course. While his mother had her own job, she was not as busy as Mr. James was. Mr. James was not a bad father, nor was he a bad husband. He was just always working all of the time. Despite his work schedule though, he always tried to make time for his wife and son, and Troy and his mother sympathized with him.

Growing up, whether it was a school function for Troy, or a family matter like a picnic with his wife and Troy, Mr. James always immediately clear his schedule for them. However, all of those cleared dates always kept slowly creeping back up on Mr. James. Many times, Mr. James would be gone for most of the day, but Troy and his mom understood. He put them before himself. Troy hoped that with a new baby, their family would be brought closer together.

If only Troy knew what was about to happen.

A few more minutes having passed, Troy's thoughts were interrupted when he heard heavy familiar footsteps coming his way. Looking up, Troy saw that his dad had finally arrived. "I'm sorry I'm late Troy. How's your mother? Is she ok? I'm not too late am I" questioned Mr. James.

Troy could see in his father's eyes that his father felt guilt for not having been able to drive his wife, but he had been scheduled that day and he couldn't risk any more call offs. Troy understood though that his father had to work.

"Dad just breathe alright? Mom's ok. She'll be fine, she always is. She's tough remember?" Troy reassured his father, giving him his usual curved smile to show he was being sincerely honest.

Mr. James nodded, choosing to sit down for a moment to calm his nerves, Troy sitting right down next to him. Both waited in silence, nervous.

"Troy? Mr. James?" the head nurse spoke up as she came through the huge double doors.

"Yes?" both answered immediately, in unison. Troy smiled mentally to himself. He had inherited his father's talent for reactions.

"We're ready for you now. Please follow me," the nurse stated.

Troy and Mr. James got up at the same time, quickly glancing at each other, before following the nurse. One look at each other and they both knew what the other was thinking.

'It's time'.

So that was chapter one. I hope you guys liked it. Please comment, review, mention to friends, all that stuff. I am planning to make this a really long story, not just a couple chapters. There's so much to write about that it wouldn't make sense for only a couple chapters. Until next time, happy reading.