Hey guys, I know the last thing I should do I start another story but I'm sick of writing fan fictions that have been over done and maxed out. Don't get me wrong. I love Supernatural, Harry Potter, and Alice in Wonderland. But I've spent the last month plus watching a shit load of movies and I really just wanna write this one. So please. Stick with me. Its gonna be a real surprise, and I promise you'll love it.
"Oh you are so wrong Randy." I retorted bending down and grabbing the movies that had just been returned so that I could put them back on the shelves. "Cujo was a far better movie than book. Hands down." I continued handing him half the stack of videos. It was close to closing and he and I were the last ones working. We closed nearly every night together, and it almost always ended in arguments. But that was why I loved him. He was my best friend, someone as geeky as I was. That was the one sole reason why I tolerated my job at the local video store in Woodsboro.
"How so?" he asked rolling his eyes as he grabbed the bunch of videos from my hands.
"Because Brett, the little boy sputters back to life right before the credits start rolling. The book was tacky, it's a horror story no-no to kill children." I stated, Randy and I both so lost in our argument that we failed to hear the bell ring signaling us of customers. I walked over to the Romance section. Casanova? Really.
"And why is that?" He retorted walking over across the store.
I raised my voice so he could hear me. "Because no one wants to be 'okay' with reading and or watching a little kid die. Children are untouchable, unless you're dealing with a demon or the devil himself. Because harming something so innocent is something that only satan should be okay with doing. it's a social morality issue."
"But children are murdered and kidnapped everyday. The reality of it is more frightful than the thought of adding it to something used to entertainment." A voice came from behind me. Randy rounded the corner just as I turned around and bumped into Billy Loomis.
"We're closed Billy." I said mundanely as I turned back around to face Randy. I rolled my eyes in disgust and Rand laughed.
Stu Macher closed off our little 'get together' by rounding the corner Randy had just came from. Blocking Randy and I between the two.
"The sign says open until ten. It's only 9:45" Billy replied, suddenly awfully close to me. He words drifted across the bare skin of my neck.
I shivered involuntarily, Stu and Billy had a way for creeping the shit out of me, whilst succeeding in annoying Randy.
"Look guys." Randy started but Stu cut him off.
"We're just looking for some scary movies." Stu said browsing the section. "Maybe a paranormal thriller."
"What's you're favorite scary movie, Jennifer?" Billy asked still inches away from my back.
"Carrie." I replied instantly. "Now if you would please keep your distance from me I'd like to get out of here marginally early."
I turned to face him one last time before ducking underneath his arm and tossing my head to the side so that Randy did the same. We met two isles over in the Action/Adventure section.
"Have I told you lately how much I hate them, Randy?" I asked crouching down out their eyesight.
"They just like fucking with you because they know you scare easy." Randy said putting away superman, his last video. I on the other hand still had four movies. All four of which were comedy, where Billy had traveled.
"I do not scare easy, I get creeped out by creepers easy. You know why." I snapped standing back up and making my way over to the comedies.
When I was eleven my older step sister, who was eighteen at the time was raped and murdered. I wasn't that close to her, she went to boarding school during the school year and spent most of the summers at her grandparents house in Miami. She was still my sister though. And the cause of her death effected my psyche pretty bad when I was younger. That was when my mother and step father decided to move to Woodsboro, when I was forced to start a new life. Eventually, I found Randy and my life slowly got better.
By the time I was done putting my share of the movies away and had turned around Billy was staring at me. Intently with a glint in his eyes that made my stomach do flips. I was silent for a few seconds, Randy and Stu making small talk over paranormal films. But his gaze eventually got to me.
"Billy. You know I don't like you." I snapped folding my arms over my chest. The lavender colored button up shirt I wore to work felt soft against the underside of my forearms. I took a deep breath. "Not even the slightest bit."
"And yet I've still yet to figure out why." His head fell slightly to the side a small smirk pull at the corner of his lips.
"You creep me out." I stated closing my eyes as I exhaled. I took a quick glance at the clock above the main entrance. 9:58. "We close in two minutes, please have you're video selection at the front counter before then." I replied turning around and walking to the counter. I grabbed the Windex out from underneath the cash register and put it out where Randy could grab it.
We had a nightly routine on the days we closed together. We took turns stocking and ringing up customers, I called people who had late fees or who needed to return a movie. He hassled people that needed to be hassled. He cleaned off the main windows. I vacuumed. He locked up, and I shut the lights off. It was quick and simple and smooth, which is why we took such appreciation to the days when we worked together.
"I don't understand why I creep you out so much, Jennifer. I really don't." Billy said handing me two movies. He was lying. It was obvious.
Randy glanced over at me periodically to make sure they were fucking with me too bad. He was protective over me, in a brotherly way.
I slid the movies over to the scanner. Night of the living dead and Omen. I smiled at their movie selection, at least they had good taste. "Seven forty-Eight is your total. Would you like a bag?" I asked ignoring Billy's previous comment.
"No." He stated angrily grabbing the movies and walking out. Stu handed me the money and took the receipt.
"You're kind of a bitch sometimes you know that right?" He said shaking his head and following his friend.
I stood there, with my mouth literally agape for god knows how long. How could they honestly torment me daily and then say I'm the bitch? I grabbed the vaccum, plugged it in, and began vacuuming very angrily.
"Stupid fucking asshole jerks. Fuck them. Fuck their movies. Fuck this job. Fuck this carpet. Shit." I muttered underneath my breath.
Randy's hand on my arm made me stop. Both my string of curses and my vacuuming.
"Calm down, Jen." He said giving me a goofy smile. "Don't let the assholes get to you." His eyes caught mine and I wanted to melt.
I was in love. I had been in loved since I was sixteen years old. I was in love with my best friend. But he liked Sidney Prescott who just happened to be Billy's girlfriend. I wanted nothing more to lean up and kiss Randy right then.
I sighed and shook my head lightly. "You think I'm a bitch to them?"
"No. Do I think their just joking around and maybe they go a little hard on you. Yes. But they are just joking." He replied smiling.
"Right." I said returning a light smile, he was right. I was just touchy and I needed to suck up my fears. "But I'm not a bitch."
Randy just gave me a look.
"Okay fine, so I'm a bitch. But I'm not…you know what…you just go clean those damn windows I'm ready to go home." I said pushing him by the shoulder.
"Yes master." He replied trying his best to sound like Igor whilst hunching over and hobbling over to the windows.
In less than ten minutes we were walking out to the disserted parking lot towards our cars. "Good Nigh shit head." I called out unlocking my car and opening up the door.
"Farewell beautiful!" He called playfully, as he slipped into his car. A few seconds later it roared to life and he was speeding out of the parking lot. Leaving me alone.
I smiled as I entered my car. The familiar smell of paper and cheap air freshener filled my nostrils. The smile stayed on my face as I turned my car on, but quickly disappeared as the loud music from my speakers nearly blew my ear drums. I quickly pushed the stereo off.
Hesitantly I looked around my car. I locked my doors and checked all my mirrors. The loud rock music had made me jump and now I was making myself even more afraid than I should've been.
"No one is going to attack you, Jennifer. Get a hold of yourself." I said aloud.
I turned my radio back on Blue Oyster Cults "(Don't Fear) the reaper" still playing but now at a much lower level. I pulled my car into drive and began my quick drive home.
Hey guys, I hoped you like the beginning. I don't want to jump right into the story line just yet. I'd like to spend at least another chapter developing Jennifer so you all can really view her as a protagonist. But yeah, so here's the first chapter. I hope you enjoy. Please review!
Oh and before I forget. I dont own anything to do with Scream or Blue Oyster Cults. Or the Song "(dont fear) the reaper". No copy right infringement intended. Everything belongs to their proper owners. I'm just gonna play with their stories a bit. :D