That night, Shannon lay on her bed copying out symptoms of clinical depression. Finally she slammed her book shut and rolled onto her back. There was a loud knock on her door. She got up slowly and walked to open the door. Yanking the door inwards, Shannon was met by a towering figure dressed in black, apart from its hollow white ghost face. A knife swung menacingly from its left hand. Shannon smiled. The figure turned its head to one side, in confusion. She reached her arms out and hugged the Ghost-face. After a few moments, the figure pushed her roughly into her room, and slammed the door behind him. Shannon, still smiling, walked up to him again and lifted the mask up.
"You know you can't fool me." she said scornfully, "I knew it was you as soon as I saw you."
"Aww man!" whined Stu, flopping onto the bed.
"What are you doing with a Father Death costume anyway?" asked Shannon, "I thought they discontinued them."
"Are you kidding?!" laughed Stu, "With the 'Stab' premiere days away, every store in America are selling these babies!"
Shannon smiled at him again.
"And anyway...they're not Father Death costumes anymore." said Stu, suddenly serious.
"Fine, fine...'Stab' costumes." said Shannon airily, lying down next to him.
"No." said Stu, looking at her intensely, "They're the Woodsboro Killer costumes."
"Oh." Shannon muttered, "Oh yeah...I remember that..."
"Pretty horrific, no?!" said Stu, grinning.
"Yeah...like straight out of a horror movie or something." agreed Shannon.
Stu nodded.
"So." said Shannon, leaning up on one arm, "What brings you here?"
"Just wondering if you wanted to cause a little havoc."
"Always."
"Well there's this guy...I need something from him...I was thinking you and Amber could pull another stint like the one I witnessed...?"
"We don't need Amber." said Shannon at once in an angry tone, "I'll do it for you."
"Alright!" Stu said with a big grin, "Come on, lets go now!"
Shannon pulled him back down to the bed, and rolled on top of him.
"...Or not!" murmured Stu.
Shannon kissed him, long and hard. She lifted his shirt up and he pulled it off, then unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it aside. She kissed all the way down his chest, and then undid his trousers and slipped her hand into his pants. Stu began to moan quietly, as Shannon moved her hand up and down...slow at first then faster. As Stu's moans got louder, Shannon began to kiss him passionately. Then she stopped. Stu looked at her, puzzled. She smiled at him, and lowered her head to his groin. Stu gripped the sides of the bed tightly, his knuckles turning white...
"So who's this guy?"
The two walked down the hall way together, Stu striding quickly, Shannon jogging to keep up with him.
"Just a guy I need something off of." he said rather coldly.
"What's up your ass?" said Shannon.
Stu ignored her and continued at the same pace. He heard a thump and turned around to see Shannon lying on the floor with her eyes closed. He smiled and walked up to her.
"Ok. You have my attention."
"I want more than that." she said, her eyes still closed.
"Oh really?" said Stu, his smile broadening into a grin.
She jumped to her feet unexpectedly, "I want a piggy back!"
Stu bent down slightly and she hopped onto his back quickly.
"Yay!" she cried.
Stu walked along and stopped at a door marked 217. Shannon rapped on the door. There was shuffling inside and a few thuds, then the sound of breaking glass. A boy shouted loudly and the door flew open.
"What?" said Amber, standing in her underwear.
"Stu needs something." said Shannon, still on Stu's back.
"A lobotomy?" she said smiling sweetly.
"Is there a guy here?" Stu asked, tiring quickly at the banter.
"You're staring at one." said Shannon.
Amber flipped her off. The curly haired boy from the party appeared next to her.
"So you do exist." said Stu.
"Apparently so." the boy said.
"His name's Xander." Shannon told Stu.
"You got it?" Stu asked him.
Xander nodded and went back inside his room. He emerged a second later with a brown paper bag. He gave Amber a look and went back inside.
"So what are you up to tonight, Stu?" Amber asked him, showing a dazzling smile.
Shannon scowled. She was so coming onto him! Just because she was in her underwear...
"Not sure yet." said Stu stiffly. He turned and carried on down the hall, the paper bag clutched tightly in his hands.
"You don't like her, do you?" said Shannon softly into his ear. The feel of her breath made him weak again, "More than me?"
"Never." he said.
Shannon smiled and rested her head on his back.