A/N: GUYS, I can't believe I have made it this far into writing a story! I am super proud of myself! I'm really low-key more excited for this part of the segment of this franchise to come to play and for all of you to read! Can you tell I'm excited! S3, has to be my all-time favorite movie out of the entire franchise. Just the story line and bringing back the old chase scene, like they done form the first one. Just so much thrill!

I am going to come clean, though. I'm still figuring out a plot for a little twist I have in mind. But, hopefully by the time you guys read this, I'll have something planned up. I might possibly be doing a different P.O.V of others in this part. One more thing, we all know that I kept Randy alive, right! He will be in this, just not a whole lot. Thanks as always for reading these boring A/N's! I'll let you guys carry onto reading.

~SPDrAnger006

Disclaimer: All rights and characters belong to the late, Wes Craven, R.I.P! Also, Kevin Williamson, who wrote these great scripts.

Summary: Starting in the new century, we find Tiffany Riley, celebrating the new year with friends and family alike. With a main party, always comes an after party. Not the kind of after party that our survivors want to attend to. After hearing the news of, Cotton Weary's death, the day after the new year's party. Everyone knows the killer is back. Will they be able to tell Sidney, as she is in hiding, to keep herself and themselves safe, or will there be more deaths in their survivor group?

Third Person P.O.V

Inside a house on Hollywood Boulevard, there were tons of laughter and soft music playing. Just loud enough, though, for people to be able to dance and talk amongst themselves. Going inside the Victorian style home, it was filled with people walking in and out of the stairwell, going into either the kitchen or the formal dining room.

The formal dining room had a long wooden chestnut table in the middle of the room that could seat up to eight people. It was currently covered with alcohol beverages, sandwiches, and party snacks. There were also party hats that read, year 2000 on them, scattered all around the table. There were a few decorative plants in the corners, and a few scattered bookshelves on the wall between them.

Through the foyer, and into the kitchen, straight away was a large wood storage island, with a white marble countertop. The main counters were shaped in a "L," form, against the rest of the kitchen wall. The fridge was at the end the counters, followed by a white marble counter tops, matching exactly as the island's top. The silver, black top stove was a few counter spaces away. The double-sided sink was smacked in the middle, before ending with a couple more counter tops.

There was a wall that divide the rooms between the formal dining room, and the foyer. But the kitchen and living room were an open concept. Going into the living room, there was a black cotton, three-person couch. On each end of the couch were, dark wood colored end tables. On the right side of the end table, sat a matching set reclining armchair. In front of the sofa sat a small wooden, oval, coffee table.

There was a nice entertainment center, with a big old television in the middle. On each side of the television were big over-sized speakers. They both can be loud enough to be heard, throughout the entire, two-story house.

The party was in full swing and were back in the kitchen. A young girl in her early twenties can be seen, putting a platter of shots together. She was putting them on the tray, sorting them accordingly. Alcohol drinks on one half, non-alcohol drinks on the other.

"Tiff, need help with anything?" A young man, in his early thirties, came up to her.

"Yeah, actually. Can you grab another tray and take those other drinks and pass them around. Those are the sparkling water shots."

"You really think people are going to grab these?"

"Trust me, Dewey, I think a few people will. And thanks for helping."

"Hey everyone, gather in the living room! Two minute till the count down to the new year begins!" Tiffany shouts.

Everyone cheers and hollers out in celebration of the coming new year. Tiffany and Dewey start to pass drinks around, as every guess in the house gather around in the living room. Once all the drinks were passed around they set the trays down in the kitchen.

"You know, you have out done yourself, once again." A young man says, coming up behind Tiffany, wrapping their arms around her waist.

She turns around to see, her long-time boyfriend of three years, standing in front of her.

"Where have you been?" Tiffany asks, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Just, talking to your dad." Randy admits.

A look of confusion crosses Tiffany's face.

"My dad," She laughs slightly. "What about?"

"10,9,8!"

The party guess started to count done the last ten seconds of the year, 1999, interrupting the couple. They smiled at each other and started to count down with them.

"7,6,5,4,3,2,1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

The house erupts with roars of cheer and happy new year shouts. All of them raises their shots and drinks them. Turning around to kiss her boyfriend, he was gone. Took only a second to find him, as he was kneeling on one knee and holding a black small square box. Tiffany was taken by surprise and cupped her hands over her mouth. The house was quiet now, as they all knew about the planned proposal, Randy had for Tiffany.

"Tiffany, from the first day I met you, I had loved you. I was only fooling myself for the crush I had on, Sidney, for the true love that I had for you. I love you enough to fight for you, compromise for you, and sacrifice myself for you if need be. I almost did for you, twice, if I made add," Everyone nervously laughs, including Tiffany. "Everyone said that we were never too far apart from one another. If there's Tiffany, Randy is just around the corner," They smiled. "They were always right. I never wanted to be too far from you, Tiff. Especially what happened during out senior year." He took a minute to compose himself. "Tiffany Jane Riley, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"

The room was completely silent, everyone was waiting for her response. Dewey was smiling ear to ear at the young couple. Being very proud of his cousin.

"Yes, Randy. I'll marry you."

Randy smiles ear to ear, sighing in relief as it did take her a few seconds to respond. He was afraid she was going to say no. He stood up, taking the silver ring out of its box and slipping it on her left ring finger. Tiffany didn't care at this moment that it didn't have a diamond on it. She was just really happy her best friend, well now fiancé had asked her to be his wife. It fit perfectly, she looked at it for a split second and wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, while kissing her, he picked her up and spun her around. The whole room was cheering for them this time.

As it was getting late, a lot of the people left. It was nearing one in the morning already.

"Thanks everyone for coming. Drive safe." Tiffany calls out to her friends, and some colleagues.

She closes the front door, locking the dead bolt and chain lock above it. She walks through the foyer to the living room to start picking up empty cups. Dewey was already doing that.

"Dewey, you don't have to that." Tiffany tells her cousin.

"It's the least I can do." He smiles at her. "Congratulations, by the way."

"I guess you have something to do with that?"

"I can't tell you something that is between a man and a man."

Tiffany laughed at his statement.

"If you need to stay the night, you're more than welcome to."

"Thanks, I'll take you on that offer. It is late."

Tiffany went upstairs to the main hallway. She went to the closest closet, opening it and grabbing a sheet, a couple of blankets, and a pillow. Going back downstairs, the living room was already rid of left over garbage. Tiffany made the couch up into a bed for Dewey to sleep on.

"I hope its okay if you sleep on the couch. My parents already took the guest room."

"It's no problem at all. Thanks, Tiff."

"I'm going to get to bed, the rest of the cleaning can wait till tomorrow."

"I hear you on that one."

Tiffany starts to walk away from him, but Dewey stops her putting a hand on her shoulder. She turns around to face him.

"Congrats, Tiff. But I 'll tell you this, if he tries to harm you in any type of way…"

"Dewey.."

"Let me finish." She sighs but lets him finish. "If he tries to harm you, hurts you in any type of way. I'll personally kill him myself. You are more than a cousin to me; you know that right?"

She nods, and smiles at him.

"You're like a big brother to me too, Dewey. I assure you he won't do anything. If he would, he would've by now. We've all been through that shit twice already. I would have notice the red flags by now."

Dewey sighs, but still gives her a stern look.

"Alright, if you need anything I'm only a speed-dial away."

"Yes, sir."

Dewey pulls her into a hug. Tiffany gracefully hugs him back.

"If you need anything, we'll be upstairs."

"By the way, welcome to Hollywood."

"Let's just hope, this is a new start for the rest of our lives."

With that said, she heads upstairs leaving Dewey downstairs with his own thoughts.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I didn't know how else to end this.

Next chapter we will be getting into the movie.