"You were dead Randy!" Gale states, looking me over from head to toe.
"Obviously I'm not. Congrats to you and Dewy by the way. Martha told me."
"Is that really you Randy?" Dewy asks, finally joining what to me seems like an interrogation.
Sid is leaning against a wall listening.
"Do you want proof?"
"Yes" Dewy and Gale say in unison, Dewy in a polite tone, Gale in a demanding tone.
"I was wearing a green shirt when I got shot." Dewy and Gale seem wary and turn to Sid, she
nods. She remembers. "Gale, you bashed me in the head with a cell phone before that psycho
shit head Billy shot me" Gale nods too. "Dewy, you said Gale wasn't a suspect in the Baskin
Robins."
"Okay, " Dewy said "Let me ask you something" He paused "Who are you the unrequited love
slave of?" he said grinning.
"Oh man, do you have to bring that up?" I say as Dewy hugs me.
"May I inquire..." Gale started
"No, you may not" I stop her. "So now that you've actually proved that it's me is there a
possibility of getting something to eat? I'm starving" We eat in silence. It's awkward and
strained and I blame myself for it. After supper Sid asks me to go for a walk with her, and I
agree.
"Randy, Why'd you decide to show up?" Sid asks after a few seconds of silence, which seem to
stretch into an eternity.
"I was hidden away in New Mexico, in isolation all most. I missed everyone"
"Yeah, I can just bet, you probably watched Jamie Lee Curtis movies all day long"
"Untrue, I only watched the horror movies she was in, who would want to watch Drowning Mona?"
Sid laughed and I bumped her with my shoulder. She bumped me back and I started laughing with
her. "So tell me about this Kincaid guy" I say with thinly veiled hostility, which Sid ignores.
"He's nice."
"Any 'Billy-esqe" tendencies?" I ask before I think. "I'm sorry, that wasn't right."
"No, no. I'm glad you worry enough to ask." Sid says smiling. She grabs my hand and hold's it
as we walk.
"He seems nice." I say, ignoring my gag reflex.
"You don't like him" Sid says knowingly.
"What would you do if I said I didn't?"
"I'd wonder why?"
"I just get a bad vibe."
"You've known him for a couple of hours total. He's a cop, what bad vibe could you get from
him?"
"Well in..." she cuts me off
"Some horror movie, the cops the killer right?" she says smirking at me. I just smile at
her. " I know it's been awhile but I still know Randy Meeks"
"You do now do you?" I say in a challenging tone.
"Yes, I believe I do" she says confidently.
"O-Kay. What have I been doing in New Mexico?"
"Something to do with horror movies... maybe scripts?" she says.
"Did Martha tell you that?"
"I'm right? Score one point for Sidney Prescott" Sid says triumphantly.
"What's my pen name then?"
"Well I know it's probably not Randy, so it's probably Randall. I know you wouldn't use
Meeks, but I don't know what you'd use instead of it."
"One point for Randy Meeks I do believe. Thank you" I say taking bows "Thank You" and Sid hits
me. "Ouch, who got cut up here? Be gentle" I say laughing
"Obviously I'm not. Congrats to you and Dewy by the way. Martha told me."
"Is that really you Randy?" Dewy asks, finally joining what to me seems like an interrogation.
Sid is leaning against a wall listening.
"Do you want proof?"
"Yes" Dewy and Gale say in unison, Dewy in a polite tone, Gale in a demanding tone.
"I was wearing a green shirt when I got shot." Dewy and Gale seem wary and turn to Sid, she
nods. She remembers. "Gale, you bashed me in the head with a cell phone before that psycho
shit head Billy shot me" Gale nods too. "Dewy, you said Gale wasn't a suspect in the Baskin
Robins."
"Okay, " Dewy said "Let me ask you something" He paused "Who are you the unrequited love
slave of?" he said grinning.
"Oh man, do you have to bring that up?" I say as Dewy hugs me.
"May I inquire..." Gale started
"No, you may not" I stop her. "So now that you've actually proved that it's me is there a
possibility of getting something to eat? I'm starving" We eat in silence. It's awkward and
strained and I blame myself for it. After supper Sid asks me to go for a walk with her, and I
agree.
"Randy, Why'd you decide to show up?" Sid asks after a few seconds of silence, which seem to
stretch into an eternity.
"I was hidden away in New Mexico, in isolation all most. I missed everyone"
"Yeah, I can just bet, you probably watched Jamie Lee Curtis movies all day long"
"Untrue, I only watched the horror movies she was in, who would want to watch Drowning Mona?"
Sid laughed and I bumped her with my shoulder. She bumped me back and I started laughing with
her. "So tell me about this Kincaid guy" I say with thinly veiled hostility, which Sid ignores.
"He's nice."
"Any 'Billy-esqe" tendencies?" I ask before I think. "I'm sorry, that wasn't right."
"No, no. I'm glad you worry enough to ask." Sid says smiling. She grabs my hand and hold's it
as we walk.
"He seems nice." I say, ignoring my gag reflex.
"You don't like him" Sid says knowingly.
"What would you do if I said I didn't?"
"I'd wonder why?"
"I just get a bad vibe."
"You've known him for a couple of hours total. He's a cop, what bad vibe could you get from
him?"
"Well in..." she cuts me off
"Some horror movie, the cops the killer right?" she says smirking at me. I just smile at
her. " I know it's been awhile but I still know Randy Meeks"
"You do now do you?" I say in a challenging tone.
"Yes, I believe I do" she says confidently.
"O-Kay. What have I been doing in New Mexico?"
"Something to do with horror movies... maybe scripts?" she says.
"Did Martha tell you that?"
"I'm right? Score one point for Sidney Prescott" Sid says triumphantly.
"What's my pen name then?"
"Well I know it's probably not Randy, so it's probably Randall. I know you wouldn't use
Meeks, but I don't know what you'd use instead of it."
"One point for Randy Meeks I do believe. Thank you" I say taking bows "Thank You" and Sid hits
me. "Ouch, who got cut up here? Be gentle" I say laughing