Fluttering her eyes open, Angela's vision adjusted to the dark. A Nightmare on Elm Street was playing on the living room television, Randy dozed off with his back pressed against the sofa she was stretched out along. Straining her ears, she listened closely for the sound that'd awoken her. Delicately sliding off of the sofa as not to awake Randy, she tip-toed over to the dining room archway.
Paired with the eerie Nightmare on Elm Street soundtrack blaring from her television, Angela's breathing staggered. A shot of cold air breezed through the dining room, ruffling the heavy drapes, signaling to her the veranda doors were cracked. Slinking into the darkness, her eyes made out the vague shape of a bouquet of flowers.
Approaching them, she slid one from the plastic wrap and examined the thorny stem. Deep, red roses. What kind of burglar left roses on her dining room table? Gently pushing the double veranda doors open, Angela's fear melted into utter joy.
The wide veranda of her home overlooked the scenic California hills, where there was nothing but trees for miles and miles, with the exception of the orange glow of a home in the distance. A few gray clouds hovered in front of the half moon, but the gentle glow of the moon paired with the twinkling of stars lit Billy's face up wondrously.
"It occurred to me you might come looking for trouble."
Biting her lip, her cheeks daintily flushed in a rosy shade. Her eyes darted down. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." He said smoothly, lifting a cool hand to her neck. "They couldn't trace the call."
"I was nervous."
"Why?"
"I don't want you to get caught, Billy."
The inexplicable concern she had for him triggered his pulse. "Don't worry about me."
His fingers slid upwards to her cheek, caressing her almost. A rolling wave of heat traveled up her neck, his eyes flitting to her lips. Billy saw the vulnerability sparkling in Angela's pretty features. He'd seen it from the first time he spoke to her in class. His jaw clenched tightly.
Leaning down, his mouth met hers. It was a way she'd never been kissed before. His lips pressed against hers with purpose, intention. Every inch of her was set ablaze, leaning into the kiss. Billy jerked her closer, her rising and falling chest clutched to his own. Each kiss was more ravenous than the last. Keenly holding her, his breath caught at the small moan that emanated her soft lips.
Angela returned the hungry demand in his kiss, to his surprise. She'd wanted this just as bad as he had, if not more. Shuddering under him; he was swift to drop his hands to her backside, easing her into his arms. Wrapping her legs around his torso, he lifted her with ease. The shallow breath caught in her throat, he spun her around to press open the french doors. All the while, their lips remained in unison.
Laying her down on the glass table top of the dining room table, Angela wound her legs tighter around him, and her fingers intertwined in his slick hair. Letting his name escape her lips, he positioned himself on top of her, groaning against the silky curve of her neck. Reaching a hand beneath her slip, he toyed with the waistband of her underwear. Angela was like a drug to Billy, and he wanted to overdose.
All of a sudden, he tore himself away from her, reaching behind her back to ease her into a sitting position between his legs. Reeling from the fire that had just ravaged her, she struggled to settle herself down. Billy raked a hand through his hair, slicking it back down. Her heart still pumping, Angela reached up to tame her own hair.
"Why'd you stop?" She gasped.
He chuckled at this. He hadn't wanted to, but he couldn't bring himself take advantage of Angela. On a far more serious note, he cleared his throat. "Tell me something, Ang."
"Alright." Her eyes twinkled. She was so innocent, so beautiful.
"Do you trust me?"
"I do." Angela whispered, placing her hands on his torso. "I trust you, Billy."
Billy pulled back, searching her pupils. "Why?"
"I..." Her words died off.
Why did Angela trust him? He'd threatened to kill her, gutted Casey Becker and Steve Orth in hideous fashion and was plotting against Sidney. Billy Loomis frightened her more than anyone, or anything. Yet just moments ago, she'd been tangled up in his arms, moaning his name. Protecting him. She didn't have an answer.
"You know we killed Sidney's Mom, right?" His disturbing words rippled through her.
Lusting after and making out with Sidney's boyfriend was already bad enough, but she was Angela's friend. She and Randy had been a shoulder for her to lean on that night in the video store, and Angela had grasped a better understanding on how badly her Mother's death had disturbed her world. Knowing that Billy was responsible for this haunted her even more.
Angela dropped her hands to his waist. "I don't want to know why. Not tonight."
"She had it coming." He said in an effort to soothe Angela, sensing her sense of guilt.
Resting her head against his chest, she listened to the distant beating of his heart. "I trust you."
"That's my girl."
He bent down once more, trailing his lips along from the base of her neck, back up to her sweet mouth for one more prolonged, passionate kiss. Angela greatly enjoyed the way he was rough with her, it was exactly what she'd expected from him - yet at the same time, kept conscious of her fragile frame. Sliding off the glass table, she lifted a finger to her lips, pleasantly swollen from their encounter, ushering for him to remain quiet.
Back in the living room, Randy was still slumped against the sofa, deep in slumber. Billy eyed him curiously. "What's Randy doing here?"
"We were watching movies." Angela laced her fingers through his, pursing her lips. "Is that jealousy I hear?"
"No." He said indignantly.
"You're not fooling anyone."
He whispered, but his words were intense. "You're mine, Angela."
Breathless, she rose to her tip-toes, moving to meet his lips once again. She was craving the feeling his kiss gave her. Billy gave her what she wanted, unlocking his hand from her's and placing it on the small of her back. For a long time, they carried on, Angela knowing full well as every second passed she was making a decision that would impact the rest of her life.
If he and Stu were caught, she'd be a witness to the entire thing, and possibly face jail herself. Even worse, this plan they were executing, that she was too scared to ask about - what if he died himself? How incredibly selfish of her to think of Billy being taken from her, while he was stealing others away from the people who cared for them.
Angela drew back at the sound of Randy stirring. "You have to stop doing that."
"You kissed me, remember?"
She shushed him, the both of them watching as Randy blinked to. His hand still hanging on the rim of the plastic bowl they'd shook the popcorn into, he shifted to stand up and stretch but instead tipped the entire bowl, sending popcorn scattering everywhere. Thankfully, the maid Angela's Father had hired was slated to come tomorrow.
"What... what time is it?"
Angela glanced at the clock. "Past two."
"My Dad's gonna kick my ass." Randy sighed, kneeling down to gather as much popcorn back into the bowl as he could. Narrowing his eyes from the carpet, he surveyed Billy up and down. "What's he doing here?"
"I came by to visit Angela."
"At two in the morning?" Randy frowned. "Weren't you just under investigation by the police?"
Angela was quick to intervene. "Randy, I told you he's not the killer."
"How do we know you're not the killer, huh?" Billy took a step towards Randy. Angela held her breath. The same dark cloud that incited her fear of him crossed his face as he yanked Randy by the fabric of his striped polo. "Maybe your movie freaked mind lost it's reality button."
"You're absolutely right. If this were a scary movie, I'd be the prime suspect."
"That's right." He loosened his grip on Randy.
"Billy was just leaving."
He turned to Angela, his eyes still frozen over. "I'll see you, Ang."
Without any trace of emotion, he slunk back into the darkness of the foyer and shut the front door softly behind him. Disappointment overcame her, but she figured this was her punishment for caring for a psychopath. When Angela twisted back around, Randy's jaw was clenched, his back straight as a board.
"Randy, why are you looking at me like that?"
"I can't shake the picture of you and Billy fucking Loomis swapping spit."
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Angela couldn't believe Randy had been pretending to be asleep just to stick his nose where it didn't belong. He was a clever bastard. "Um, do you want to call your Dad?"
Randy scoffed. "Jesus, he's such an asshole. What about Sid? What're you thinking?"
"What about Sidney? She hardly touches him."
"Ah, I see, so that gives you the go ahead to be Billy's little playmate."
"I really care about him, Randy." Angela insisted. "You know what it's like to care about a person whose with someone else."
"If Sidney showed up at my house in the middle of the night, I wouldn't suck her face off." Angela was doubtful of this, waiting for him to retrace. "It's purely incidental."
"I know you would."
"I just don't understand. Why Billy?"
"I don't know, Randy." She laughed a little at herself. "I really don't know... but promise me you'll keep this a secret."
He struggled, torn between refusing to hide their little love affair and accepting for the sake of Sidney. He couldn't bear to see the girl he'd pined after for years hurt by her creep of a boyfriend. Sighing, Randy reluctantly nodded his head once. This went against everything he stood for, but Angela was his friend. Deep down, he knew she'd do the same for him.
Saturday carried on comfortably, with Angela running errands around town during the day for her Father, like picking up groceries at the bustling little grocer's and picking up stamps from the post office in the morning. The entire time, she replayed last night's kiss over and over again in her mind. It was everything she'd imagined it to be, and more. She didn't return home until that afternoon, where a voicemail from Tatum waited on her bedroom answering machine.
A small party, at her place. Eight o'clock. Angela had better be there, Tatum demanded. Sighing, Angela busied herself with doing her makeup in the event she did attend the party. Even as she dusted eye shadow across her eyelids, this was doubtful. After last night, Angela was positive seeing Billy and Sidney together would push her buttons. That, and being in the same room as he and Randy was bound to be awkward.
Angela hadn't been spending as much time with Sidney and Tatum lately, and if she drifted too far, it'd be a little suspicious. So after sitting down to a dinner of macaroni and cheese and oven baked chicken with her Father, Angela slipped into a strappy knit bodysuit under a pair of acid wash jeans, pinning her hair up into a curled bun.
So after sitting down to a dinner of macaroni and cheese and oven baked chicken with her Father, Angela slipped into a strappy knit bodysuit beneath a pair of acid wash jeans, pinning her hair up into a curled half-bun. Brushing a hand gently across the soft petals of the roses Billy had given her, she headed out.
Making her way up the stairs of Tatum's porch and to the front door, Angela jabbed the doorbell with her pinky finger. After a moment, Stu flung the door open widely, a beer in one of his hands. Somewhere inside, a radio was playing loudly. Looking her up and down, Stu whistled, ushering her inside.
"Nice outfit, Angie."
She gave a drawn out roll of her eyes, breezing past him and into the living room where everyone was situated. It wasn't a large party by any means, but there was still a few people drifting around, laughing and swigging beer that Angela didn't immediately recognize. Randy was leaned against the dining room table, talking excitedly about something with one of his friends. At the sight of Angela, he waved her over.
"Didn't think you'd show tonight." He said smugly.
"Touche. What're you doing here?"
"I have nothing better to do."
They exchanged a glance. Thankfully, someone changed the track playing to a Beastie Boys tape. Mixed reactions ensured, with some scowling at the guy dancing away from the radio and others, like Stu, commending him with a cheer. Using this to her advantage, Angela promised Randy she'd swing by later and swiftly headed for where Tatum and Sidney were seated on the couch.
Before she could make it to her destination, Stu looped an arm around her, introducing her to a group of guys he was laughing with. "Hey, have you guys met Ang?"
"No." One of them grinned, smirking from behind his bottle of vodka. He was a shorter guy with long jet black hair and one dangling earring. "I sure know who she is though."
"Oh, really?"
"What do you say we get to know each other?" He suggested, the blonde dude next to him pressing his fingers up to his lip, suggesting a blunt.
"I'll pass." Angela said uneasily, plastering a fake smile on.
"I'll be back, man."
Stu announced to the others, steering her into the empty foyer, craning his neck to make sure no one was around. Satisfied, he released Angela and flopped down on the stairs. Offering her the beer, she eyed it apprehensively before taking it and gulping a good portion down. He looked a little surprised, but soon patted the carpeted stair beside him.
"You hear anything from lover boy yet?"
"Would you knock that off?" She giggled shortly, forfeiting the beer and joining him on the steps. "Yeah, last night."
"Last night, huh?"
"It wasn't anything serious." She blushed, knowing fully it could've turned into something far more serious. "Is he um, here? I didn't see his car."
"Nah, he'll be here soon."
"Should I go? I'm not looking forward to him and Sidney."
"It's all part of the plan, Angie."
Tipping the beer can towards her, he stood up and reclaimed his place in the center of the party. Figuring now was the time to approach the girls, Angela sashayed towards them. Sidney flashed her inviting smile, practically oozing innocence. Tatum folded her arms across her chest, sweeping the room.
"Hey, guys." Angela smiled.
"What the hell is Stu trying to do, introducing you to those scrubs?" Tatum jeered.
"Who knows." Sidney spoke up. "How have you been, Angela? I feel like we haven't hung out in ages."
"I know!" Angela thanked her pretentious San Francisco school clique for teaching her exactly how to utilize the phoniest voice. "I've been good, how about you? How're you holding up?"
"Alright." She shrugged, something lingering in her voice. "Have you seen Billy?"
Angela's stomach churned. She should be helping Sidney, bringing her mind to ease about her Mother's death. Instead, she was falling for her boyfriend. The inner workings of the human brain mystified her. Shaking her head, Angela patted down a curl.
"No, I haven't."
"I'm sure he's going to come." Tatum gave Sidney's arm a squeeze.
"I feel so... guilty."
"Don't. I'm sure he'll understand."
"Sidney?" Speak of the devil, more literal than not. Billy stood beside Angela, the distinct smell of his shampoo rousing Angela.
"Billy." A trace of a smile crossed Sidney's face, bridging the gap between them with a kiss. Angela turned away discreetly. "Where have you been?"
"My Dad needed my help with something... Can we talk, Sid?"
"Um, yeah. Of course."
Folding her hand into his palm, Angela watched them slink off. They were probably off to kiss and make up, tender words and warm kisses. Imaging Sidney in her place from the night before stung. All she could do was hope that Billy had his ulterior motives, and that he'd explain these to her sooner than later. For the time being, Angela wanted to return home.
