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Chapter One

Taylor Loomis laughed, her brown hair flying behind her slightly as she walked down the street with her blonde friend. "I'm serious. Mom had no clue he was even there, it was ridiculous."

Nudging shoulders with her counterpart, Taylor spoke with a fond smile on her face, "Case, I'm so happy you and Steve got together. As much as I love Stu, you two never seemed to really fit well, ya know?"

"Yeah. I used to think I loved him, but he was just too…I don't know…up Billy's butt, I guess."

"Girl, I feel ya. It's a little strange how close they are. Did you know they used to have sleepovers, until we were like fifteen? Then dad put a stop to it, because he felt it was weird."

"Oh, as if. Anyone who looks at them can tell that they're brothers." They walked in silence for a few minutes, until they came to the front door of the video store, "Now, help me pick out a movie that'll make Steve want to rip my cloths off and protect me from the big bad killer."

Making a face, Taylor held up a finger, "first, gross," she held up another, "second, you can never go wrong with Halloween."

"Okay movie freak, which one would be your choice?"

"Well, you can't go wrong with the original…after all, it's the best. The fourth or fifth would be okay, just not the third. Never the third."

Casey sighed in amusement, "Alright. I'll bite. Why not the third?"

"For one, Michael isn't even in it. But the entire plot was stupid, like seriously as if Halloween masks would kill children in order to…" Her sentence was cut off when lips descended onto hers.

"Helloo, Randy."

The couple pulled apart with smiles on their faces, "Hi, gorgeous."

"Hey, Ran. What's up?"

"Why are we killing children?" Taylor rolled her eyes at the startled look thrown their way by a woman with her two children, allowing Casey to answer instead as they all walked towards the front shelf, the original Halloween firmly in the blonde's grasp.

Raising the film up slightly, the high school cheerleader answered, "Season of the Witch. She doesn't like it."

"Obviously. Sequels suck."

Grinning, Taylor gave him another kiss, "And that's why I keep you around."

"Because I agree with you?" "Cause he agrees with you?"

"Yup. I like it when a man knows when to admit defeat." Casey's laughter finished that conversation as the couple shared a smile as the two girls left the building.

"You know," Taylor looked towards Casey, waiting for her to finish the sentence, "you and Randy are cute. In that nerdy, horror movie freak way."

"Awh, that's sweet. I hope Michael Myers kills you tonight."

Casey laughed, shoving the slightly younger girl, although they both laughed as she stumbled partly into the road, throwing the middle finger up in reply. As they both arrived at the school, where their separate cars were parked, Casey spoke again, "You should come hang out with us tonight."

"And get murdered by Michael, while you two sneak off to have sex? Pass."

"I'm serious. Come hang out. Watch the movie. Stay over. Plus, my parents will be happier if you're there when they get home."

"Oh because, how dare they allow you to be alone with a boy," she laughed, "as if you haven't been sneaking boys into your room since we were fifteen."

"I'll make popcorn."

The brunette sighed, her smile giving Casey the answer she needed, "I'll be there around 9."

"Steve's coming over after practice."

"Exactly. Then when the rents get home at midnight, boom the tree of us will be fully clothed watching babysitters get stabbed."

"Perfect. See you at 9." Taylor watched as Casey drove her parents' car out of the parking lot, before pulling out behind her and turning in the opposite direction to her own house.

-xXx-

Taylor sat on the blue couch, her legs bent at the knees, feet resting on the edge of the coffee table as she flipped through the channels, a plate containing a ham and cheese sandwich and a few chips rested on her lap. Seeing Billy walk into the room, she threw him a smile before stopping on a familiar face, "Hey, The Exorcist is on."

"Sweet." She gave a glare as the boy took half of her sandwich, "What? I'm hungry."

"It takes two minutes to fix your own sandwich, dude."

"But you're the woman of the house, feed me." Taylor rolled her eyes before handing the plate over with a knowing smile. They watched the movie for awhile before he spoke again, "I think I'm going to see Sidney." Taylor turned her head slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Cover for me, yeah?"

"Alright," she waited until he got to the door before smirking, "Good luck lover boy." It was about ten minutes later that she jumped due to the phone ringing, reaching behind her she grabbed the white cordless phone, "Hello."

"Hi, gorgeous. What're you doing?"

"Watching the Exorcist, which sucks."

"How can you say that?! It's a classic!"

"It's on TV. So, ya know…the good stuff is cut out.

"Oh yeah, never mind then."

"Look at you, admitting defeat."

"You gonna admit defeat when I get a better grade on this English essay than you?"

"You wish. I've found the perfect topic and it's gonna blow Mrs. Peterson's mind next week."

"Next week? Babe, it's due tomorrow."

She sat up abruptly, "what? No it's not. Is it?"

"Yeah. At the start of each class."

"Damn. I've gotta call Casey." She ran a hand through her messy hair, "I'll talk to you later." She heard him say his farewells before she quickly hung up, groaning in frustration before dialing Casey's number.

It rang twice before a frustrated voice answered, "What?!"

"Case?"

"Oh, Taylor. Hey."

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, just some creep calling me. What's up?"

"Well, I was calling to tell you I wouldn't make it. I forgot that the paper for English was due tomorrow, and I haven't even started it. But, now I feel like I need to come over and beat up some telephone creep."

"Nah, I'll be okay. I wish you could come though."

"I can bring my paper and work on it, if you want? Then I'll still be your alibi against your parents."

Casey laughed, and Taylor could hear the sound of her door being locked through the phone, "It's okay. Get your paper finished. I'll just see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Alright, as long as you're sure. Tell Steve I said no glove, no love."

"You're a freak, but I'll tell him."

"Alright. If Michael comes knocking, just stab him." She heard Casey laughter as she clicked the phone call to an end. She glanced at the television, which was playing the final fifteen minutes of the film before making a face and flipping the device off and walking up the stairs to her bedroom, where her backpack lay discarded on her floor. Tossing the bag onto her bed, she opened her dresser and grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top to sleep in. After changing she shuffles through her green backpack, looking for her English notebook and a pencil.

Staring at the blank page for over ten minutes she made a sound of frustration before digging her cell phone out of one of the pockets and dialing one of the three members she had memorized, not waiting for the voice to even say a greeting before she asked, "what did you write about?"

"Taylor?"

"Yes. It's me. What did you write about? Okay, I'll admit defeat. My mind is blank and I'm pretty much screwed."

"I thought you were calling Casey for help?"

"What? No. I made plans with her and Steve and I wanted to cancel them, so I could work on this stupid essay. Only now all I can think about is how much I would rather be watching stupid blondes getting stabbed then writing whatever it is that I'm supposed to be writing."

Randy gave a short chuckle, "I wrote about how Child's Play was inspired by a true story."

"Oh, it was not."

"It was! Loosely."

"Yeah, loosely. I don't know. I could always write about how Nightmare on Elm Street was based on reality. Loosely."

"It's based on a new article about a couple of guys refusing to go to sleep for days. That's not really a based-on reality movie."

"I said loosely! I don't know…I could always write a fiction piece for her and have a high school senior kill all of her enemies."

"Oh yeah, what would you title it?"

"I don't know. It'd be something cool though. What if I talked about how much I hate this stupid assignment?"

"Just do some kind of fluff piece. Think like Tatum."

"Thinking like Tatum is not going to get me valedictorian. Oh! I can do a comparison between the Pet Sematary novel and the movie!" She jumped as she heard a heavy thump from across the house, she then snorted in amusement, "Billy's home."

"Where has he been?"

As her boyfriend spoke, she had gotten up to close her bedroom door, "Trying to bang Sidney…and since he's back before 11…I'm going to say he failed in that task." She laughed, and they spoke for a few more minutes before they decided to hang up so that she could get her work done.