Sidney was in the guestroom 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, and 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. She thought and thought about Randy, and she finally came up with a conclusion.
Sidney walked into the living room, and saw that Randy was sitting on the couch. Sidney went over and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, fully knowing whom it was. When he turned around, Sidney saw his eyes. They had this look in them. It was a look of love. Pure love. It almost shocked Sidney.
"Randy, I've been thinking, about how I feel about you. And I know how I feel now," she said. Randy looked at her, waiting for her to say more, "I do have feelings for you. Romantic feelings. But, I'm not in love. That might change, if we date and grow or..." she started. Randy interrupted her.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
"What?" Sidney asked.
"I heard you and Gale talking. You said that you thought I was doing it," he said. Sidney could tell he was really hurt.
"Randy," Sidney said shaking her head, "I said I didn't think you did it, I said I didn't think Billy did it either though."
"Sid, do you think I did it or not?" Randy asked.
"No, I don't think you did it," Sidney said.
Randy breathed a sigh of relief. "I love you Sid," he said softly.
Sidney smiled. She knew it must hurt Randy to say he loves her, and not hear it back, but she knew she could love him, given time.
"So you're sure you don't think I did it?" Randy asked.
Sidney nodded.
Randy's cell phone rang. He answered it, "Hello?"
"Hello Randy," said a raspy voice.
"Who is this?" Randy asked, he said it softly so Sidney wouldn't be alarmed.
"Randy, you survived the first time, but you'll die this time. How do you wanna die Randy?" the voice said.
Randy hung up the phone and turned to Sidney. "Who was that?" Sidney asked him.
"Don't worry about it," Randy said. He didn't want Sidney to worry about him. She had enough things on her mind.
"Randy, who was that?" Sidney asked, this time with much more force.
"Sid..." Randy said.
"Was it the killer?" Sidney asked.
When Randy was silent Sidney knew the answer. Why wouldn't Randy tell her though? "What did he say?" Sidney asked.
"The usual. I wouldn't survive again," Randy said.
"Well, who knows that you're still alive?" Sidney asked.
That hadn't accrued to him. Who knew that Randy was alive. No one would actually look it up to see, because everyone thought he was dead. Only a few people knew. Had Sidney told her father yet? But Randy didn't think it was her dad. He was a harmless old man, and he loved his daughter. He wouldn't hurt her. He never did like Randy much though.
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. She thought and thought about Randy, and she finally came up with a conclusion.
Sidney walked into the living room, and saw that Randy was sitting on the couch. Sidney went over and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, fully knowing whom it was. When he turned around, Sidney saw his eyes. They had this look in them. It was a look of love. Pure love. It almost shocked Sidney.
"Randy, I've been thinking, about how I feel about you. And I know how I feel now," she said. Randy looked at her, waiting for her to say more, "I do have feelings for you. Romantic feelings. But, I'm not in love. That might change, if we date and grow or..." she started. Randy interrupted her.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
"What?" Sidney asked.
"I heard you and Gale talking. You said that you thought I was doing it," he said. Sidney could tell he was really hurt.
"Randy," Sidney said shaking her head, "I said I didn't think you did it, I said I didn't think Billy did it either though."
"Sid, do you think I did it or not?" Randy asked.
"No, I don't think you did it," Sidney said.
Randy breathed a sigh of relief. "I love you Sid," he said softly.
Sidney smiled. She knew it must hurt Randy to say he loves her, and not hear it back, but she knew she could love him, given time.
"So you're sure you don't think I did it?" Randy asked.
Sidney nodded.
Randy's cell phone rang. He answered it, "Hello?"
"Hello Randy," said a raspy voice.
"Who is this?" Randy asked, he said it softly so Sidney wouldn't be alarmed.
"Randy, you survived the first time, but you'll die this time. How do you wanna die Randy?" the voice said.
Randy hung up the phone and turned to Sidney. "Who was that?" Sidney asked him.
"Don't worry about it," Randy said. He didn't want Sidney to worry about him. She had enough things on her mind.
"Randy, who was that?" Sidney asked, this time with much more force.
"Sid..." Randy said.
"Was it the killer?" Sidney asked.
When Randy was silent Sidney knew the answer. Why wouldn't Randy tell her though? "What did he say?" Sidney asked.
"The usual. I wouldn't survive again," Randy said.
"Well, who knows that you're still alive?" Sidney asked.
That hadn't accrued to him. Who knew that Randy was alive. No one would actually look it up to see, because everyone thought he was dead. Only a few people knew. Had Sidney told her father yet? But Randy didn't think it was her dad. He was a harmless old man, and he loved his daughter. He wouldn't hurt her. He never did like Randy much though.