Okay, this chapter is w/ out Jenna, Sara and Kayleigh. How sad.. But, the
good news is we all get to get drunk again! I don't know why but
drunkenness is so fun to write. So you two know, this story had many many
many chapters to come.
Much love-Sara
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Randy walked into to Stu's room to see Stuart Killing's himself sitting on his bed with an eager look on his face. Randy locked the door behind him as he tossed a black bundle on Stevo's unoccupied bed.
"Our victim is going to a party tonight," Randy declared as he flopped down on Stevo's bed.
Stu stood and walked over to his dresser. Once there he grabbed a box off the top of it. He placed the box on the floor between them.
"You brought the outfits I brought the tools," Stu reached in the box and pulled out a knife.
Randy grabbed the bundle he brought and shook it out. With the shake a 'Ghost face' mask fell into clear view. He shook his head and commented, "Why couldn't we do something a bit more original?"
"Your mom," Stu replied as he searched through the box.
Randy rolled his eyes before saying, "Sara is going to the party. You know that means Kayleigh and Jenna are going to be there, too."
"For once I'm trying not to think of girls and you can't shut up about them!" Stu was getting annoyed that he couldn't find the fucking gun.
"I was just wondering if that means we're going to be at the party as ourselves rather than creepy ghost faced killers."
"Sure we'll go as long as we don't fuck up the plan by drinking," Stu answered as he still looked for the gun.
"And as long as you don't fuck Jenna." Randy muttered.
Stu's frantic searches came to a sudden stop. He glared at Randy and asked slowly, "What did you say, bitch?"
"I already told you, Stu! This is a new movie meaning a clean slate, okay? Virgin's don't die! Therefore, stay a virgin," Randy rolled his eyes as though he shouldn't even be explaining this.
"Virgins never die, huh? Sidney lost her 'essence' and is still living!"
"She might as well be dead." Randy smiled somewhat evilly.
"What the hell is your problem today, you big girl?" Stu asked as he returned to his search for that damn gun.
"Nothing's my problem! Okay?"
"Pre murder jitters, I suppose," Stu said as he kicked the box slightly.
"You don't seem to be calm either, Stu."
"I finally found it!" Stu exclaimed before reaching down to the ground and picking up the handgun.
"Why do you get to carry the gun?" Randy asked.
"Because its my fucking gun.."
"Fine, then! If anything goes wrong tonight, I'll blame you seeing as you'll have the gun," Randy rubbed his head in frustration.
"Good thing nothing will go wrong then, huh?"
"Don't get cocky! It's a common mistake most killers make. They, thinking they've won reveal their modems to the 'victim' who gets away and end up dying in a totally ironic way."
"Dude, your really paranoid. Maybe you do need to drink a little. Loosen up, okay?"
"I am loose!" Randy responded tensely.
"Whatever, man. Just get everything ready to go. We have a party to go to,"
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Okay, that was short. But hey, I promise to update soon..
Much love-Sara
~*~*~
Randy walked into to Stu's room to see Stuart Killing's himself sitting on his bed with an eager look on his face. Randy locked the door behind him as he tossed a black bundle on Stevo's unoccupied bed.
"Our victim is going to a party tonight," Randy declared as he flopped down on Stevo's bed.
Stu stood and walked over to his dresser. Once there he grabbed a box off the top of it. He placed the box on the floor between them.
"You brought the outfits I brought the tools," Stu reached in the box and pulled out a knife.
Randy grabbed the bundle he brought and shook it out. With the shake a 'Ghost face' mask fell into clear view. He shook his head and commented, "Why couldn't we do something a bit more original?"
"Your mom," Stu replied as he searched through the box.
Randy rolled his eyes before saying, "Sara is going to the party. You know that means Kayleigh and Jenna are going to be there, too."
"For once I'm trying not to think of girls and you can't shut up about them!" Stu was getting annoyed that he couldn't find the fucking gun.
"I was just wondering if that means we're going to be at the party as ourselves rather than creepy ghost faced killers."
"Sure we'll go as long as we don't fuck up the plan by drinking," Stu answered as he still looked for the gun.
"And as long as you don't fuck Jenna." Randy muttered.
Stu's frantic searches came to a sudden stop. He glared at Randy and asked slowly, "What did you say, bitch?"
"I already told you, Stu! This is a new movie meaning a clean slate, okay? Virgin's don't die! Therefore, stay a virgin," Randy rolled his eyes as though he shouldn't even be explaining this.
"Virgins never die, huh? Sidney lost her 'essence' and is still living!"
"She might as well be dead." Randy smiled somewhat evilly.
"What the hell is your problem today, you big girl?" Stu asked as he returned to his search for that damn gun.
"Nothing's my problem! Okay?"
"Pre murder jitters, I suppose," Stu said as he kicked the box slightly.
"You don't seem to be calm either, Stu."
"I finally found it!" Stu exclaimed before reaching down to the ground and picking up the handgun.
"Why do you get to carry the gun?" Randy asked.
"Because its my fucking gun.."
"Fine, then! If anything goes wrong tonight, I'll blame you seeing as you'll have the gun," Randy rubbed his head in frustration.
"Good thing nothing will go wrong then, huh?"
"Don't get cocky! It's a common mistake most killers make. They, thinking they've won reveal their modems to the 'victim' who gets away and end up dying in a totally ironic way."
"Dude, your really paranoid. Maybe you do need to drink a little. Loosen up, okay?"
"I am loose!" Randy responded tensely.
"Whatever, man. Just get everything ready to go. We have a party to go to,"
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Okay, that was short. But hey, I promise to update soon..