Randy decided he would say hi to Gale and Sidney. "Hey girls," he said.
"Um, Randy, I think Sidney wants to talk to you about something, so I'll go play pool with Dewey," Gale said getting up.
Sidney shot Gale a glare. "Randy, I think you should sit down," Sidney said. Randy sat down and Sidney sat down by him. She took his hand. "Randy, I saw your tape." She said. That was all she said. She wanted Randy to say the rest.
*Shit* Randy thought. "Well, I, um, you see. Sid..." he mumbled. When Sidney didn't say anything, he got up and started to leave. Sidney got up and followed him. He didn't notice her following him until he felt her finger tap his shoulder. He turned around, and before he said anything, Sidney wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long soft kiss.
When Sidney pulled away, she didn't say anything. She just turned around and started walking away.
"Sid, wait, I, that…" Randy called after her.
"I need to think about some things," Sidney called back.
Randy went and sat on the couch. Well, that's what it feels like to kiss Sidney Prescot he thought. He liked the feeling. He hoped Sidney had felt something. He definitely had felt a lot of things. A lot of butterflies. Sidney was the most amazing person in the world to him. He just hope she could trust him. Maybe if he found out who did it...
Randy thought of all the possible suspects. There was him, but he knew he didn't do anything. There was Dewey, but Dewey was just like some stupid teddy bear, he wasn't smart enough to plan a bunch of killings. Gale, she was smart, and she'd do anything for a story, but she was always with them when things happened. Sidney, she wasn't a suspect...was she? Of course not. He couldn't suspect her of anything, even if she did suspect him. Sid's dad? No way, he was all the way across the country. Stu's parents? To predictable. Randy was clueless.
Randy decided to go see what Gale and Dewey were up to. He walked down the stairs. He saw Dewey and Gale making out on the pool table. "Oh God!" Randy said. They looked up, embarrassed.
"Um, hey, Randy, um, go back upstairs." Gale told him.
"Nice to know everyone here likes me so much," Randy said glumly.
"Randy, this is a special time for Dewey and Gale," Gale said in a sing-songish voice.
Randy rolled his eyes and went back upstairs.
Sidney was in the guest room in Gale and Dewey's house. She was thinking about her and Randy's kiss. It was weird. She felt something. She wasn't quite sure what it was. But it was something. What would she do. Randy could be a killer, a weird one that was in lover with her. This is all too weird she thought. Hiding out at Dewey's felt familiar though. She did that five years ago. She missed Woodsboro, she missed her mom, she missed her dad, she missed her high school life before anything happened.
Now she was 22 and one of her very best friends was in love with her, at least six people had tried to kill her, and she would never live a normal life. People would always recognize her as Sidney Prescot from the Woodsboro murders.
Randy couldn't believe his bad luck. Sidney had to "think about things" this could not be good.
"Um, Randy, I think Sidney wants to talk to you about something, so I'll go play pool with Dewey," Gale said getting up.
Sidney shot Gale a glare. "Randy, I think you should sit down," Sidney said. Randy sat down and Sidney sat down by him. She took his hand. "Randy, I saw your tape." She said. That was all she said. She wanted Randy to say the rest.
*Shit* Randy thought. "Well, I, um, you see. Sid..." he mumbled. When Sidney didn't say anything, he got up and started to leave. Sidney got up and followed him. He didn't notice her following him until he felt her finger tap his shoulder. He turned around, and before he said anything, Sidney wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long soft kiss.
When Sidney pulled away, she didn't say anything. She just turned around and started walking away.
"Sid, wait, I, that…" Randy called after her.
"I need to think about some things," Sidney called back.
Randy went and sat on the couch. Well, that's what it feels like to kiss Sidney Prescot he thought. He liked the feeling. He hoped Sidney had felt something. He definitely had felt a lot of things. A lot of butterflies. Sidney was the most amazing person in the world to him. He just hope she could trust him. Maybe if he found out who did it...
Randy thought of all the possible suspects. There was him, but he knew he didn't do anything. There was Dewey, but Dewey was just like some stupid teddy bear, he wasn't smart enough to plan a bunch of killings. Gale, she was smart, and she'd do anything for a story, but she was always with them when things happened. Sidney, she wasn't a suspect...was she? Of course not. He couldn't suspect her of anything, even if she did suspect him. Sid's dad? No way, he was all the way across the country. Stu's parents? To predictable. Randy was clueless.
Randy decided to go see what Gale and Dewey were up to. He walked down the stairs. He saw Dewey and Gale making out on the pool table. "Oh God!" Randy said. They looked up, embarrassed.
"Um, hey, Randy, um, go back upstairs." Gale told him.
"Nice to know everyone here likes me so much," Randy said glumly.
"Randy, this is a special time for Dewey and Gale," Gale said in a sing-songish voice.
Randy rolled his eyes and went back upstairs.
Sidney was in the guest room in Gale and Dewey's house. She was thinking about her and Randy's kiss. It was weird. She felt something. She wasn't quite sure what it was. But it was something. What would she do. Randy could be a killer, a weird one that was in lover with her. This is all too weird she thought. Hiding out at Dewey's felt familiar though. She did that five years ago. She missed Woodsboro, she missed her mom, she missed her dad, she missed her high school life before anything happened.
Now she was 22 and one of her very best friends was in love with her, at least six people had tried to kill her, and she would never live a normal life. People would always recognize her as Sidney Prescot from the Woodsboro murders.
Randy couldn't believe his bad luck. Sidney had to "think about things" this could not be good.