Chapter Five: It's not a Freakin Movie!

A/N: I am very proud of this chapter of how much work I put into it. I really am excited for all to read this. PLEASE, let me know what you truly think. After this, you all know what's coming next. Again, I'm excited for this chapter, and the next two as well. Please, enjoy and R&R!

Disclaimer: All rights go to the late, Wes Craven, may him R.I.P. I also have to give a shout out to the writer, Kevin Williamson. Without his help, Wes wouldn't have been able to put it out onto the big screen for us all to see and fall in love with this slasher horror franchise.

Smiling from ear to ear, laying on my back facing the ceiling from, Stu's bed, who was next me. Our breathing heavy and even together. I look over at the clock on his nightstand and it read, 5:30pm, in the red bright colors.

"We only have a couple of hours to get ready. I'm going to take a quick shower and get dressed." I said, rolling on my side facing him.

"Alright." I could tell he is thinking about something.

"Hey, are you, okay?" I ask, putting a hand on his chest.

He rolls over and faces me. He looks my face over before he said.

"I just, I love you, Tiffany. I always have."

I felt my breath hitch in my throat. But, instead of saying those three words back, I had to mess with him.

"Damn it." I said, frustrated and rolling back onto my back.

He sits up and leans over me. He looks panicked and worried.

"What?"

I sighed.

"I wanted to say it first."

"Say what first?"

"Say that I love you."

"But you do, right?"

My turn to sit up.

"Of course, I do, you dufus." I smiled.

"I love you, Tiffany Riley."

"I love you too, Stuart Macher."

He grins as he always does, and we kiss passionately for a few minutes. We rest our foreheads against each other when we were finished.

"I'm going to go shower." I declared, still not wanting to move away from him though.

"Want me to join to you?" He asks teasingly.

"I'll only be ten minutes, how about you go ahead and start making your bed and spraying some Febreze in here. Don't want anyone to know."

"Ugh, alright."

We threw the covers off us and I grab my clothes that were scattered across the floor and hurried off into the bathroom. After a good fifteen minutes of washing off and getting dressed.

I snuck into Stu's mothers' room and borrowed some of her make-up. His mom caught me once looking around in her make-up closet and told me I could use anything in here.

Picking up the concealer, I spread that over my face. Then, I apply some light green eyeshadow to match my shirt. A little bit of eyeliner. Grabbing the waterproof black mascara, I apply that onto my eye lashes, after I curl them up. I'm not big into the blush, as my mom always tells me that I have natural pink cheeks as is and I must agree. I do grab the light pink lip gloss and place that onto my lips.

Satisfied with my make-up, I decided to have half of my hair up and leave half of it down. Grabbing the straighter from the left side drawer, I plug it in and let that heat up while fixing my hair into place. I made the straighter was hit enough and straightened, the half of my hair that was down and left the hair that was up wavy.

Unplugging the straighter, I spray a little of hair spray in it and grabbed the vanilla perfume that was sitting close to the mirror and lightly sprayed that onto me as well. I stood up and walked to the full-length mirror that was hung up on the wall by the door.

Looking myself over last time, the doorbell rang just in time. I was a little confused since I knew that I didn't take that long to get it. I walk out of, Mrs. Macher's room and seen Stu stick his head out from the hall bathroom.

"Could you get that, babe? I'm still taking a shower."

"Well hurry up, it might be some early guests." With a wink, he shuts the bathroom door, going back inside. I walk down the stairs and seen the godfather clock reading, 5:15. I sighed as they were early. I put a smile on my face and opened the door.

"Hey Tiffany! What's up girl?!"

It was Jeff, one of Stu's best buddies on the football team. Looking down, I seen he was holding a large canister of what I'm assuming was, beer. He always came through to Stu if he wanted beer at his parties. Which was all the time.

"Hey Jeff, come on in. Stu's still getting ready upstairs." I said, opening the door for him.

"Alright, could you grab the other bags there as well."

I walked out onto the porch and grabbed the two brown grocery bags. One had red solo cups in them and the other had either whisky or beer. Picking them up, I carried them over to the kitchen. Jeff grabbed the one with the bottles in them and set it on top of the counter. I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I round the corner of the kitchen to see Stu coming down the stairs dressed in, dark green jeans, a tan shirt, and a bright red bathrobe. I was giving a questionable look.

"What are you wearing?" I questioned.

"It's my party robe. You like?" He asks,

"I have never seen you wear that before." I stated, putting a hand on my hip.

"Well, you'll have to get used to it then." He smiles down to me.

"I'm burning that thing the very moment I get to."

"In your dreams." I let out a small chuckle, as our lips met. It didn't last long when someone cleared their throat. Why does it always seem that someone has to clear their throats when we're kissing. It's not like we're in a freakin movie. We give each other another kiss, before we stopped.

"You two, should really find a room." Jeff says, smiling ear to ear.

"YOU, should mind you own business." Stu says, in a funny way.

"I brought the beer man."

"Awesome, thank you brother."

They gave each other that weird mam hug, that men do.

"Chad and the other guys should be coming soon. They were right behind me. Had to swing by their dates and pick them up first."

Just then the doorbell rings. Opening the door again, the other guys and cheerleaders came through the door.

"Alright, let's get this party started!" Stu shouts and putting on the radio.

Lots of whoops and shouts went throughout the room. I joined our friends in the kitchen and poured myself a half of a beer into a red solo cup.

An hour goes by now and the house was busting. I've had two and half beers now and I was feeling a little tipsy. Stu told me I'm a lightweight drinker, that's why alcohol hits me faster than normal people.

Deciding to drink some water for a little bit, I go into the kitchen and grabbed myself a bottle of water from the fridge. I see Stu pouring some beer into a funnel for Jeff before the doorbell rings again.

"Chug, chug, chug!" Some of the guys were cheering.

Opening the door, it was Sidney and Tatum. I was surprised that Sidney shown up after "Tate, Sid! Welcome, about damn time." I jokingly said.

They both smile at me, and I gave them a hug as well. I noticed that Tatum was carrying a couple bags of groceries and led her to the kitchen.

"Here kids." Tatum announced, throwing the bags on the island.

Stu is still funneling beer into Jeff's mouth when we entered.

"Oh, that's mature." Tatum says, annoyed.

"Your tardy for the party so we started without you," Stu replied.

Jeff finished chugging down the funneled beer, stood up and let out a belch.

"Oh, my man!" Stu says, giving his best football teammate a man hug.

After that was finished, we piled into the living room. Stu was giving me a questionable look of what I was holding.

"What, I was already starting to feel tipsy. Wanted to lay off for later."

He just shrugs and we found a seat on the couch.

"How many "Evil Dead?" One? Two? How many "Hellraiser?" Randy shouts, questioning what movies we should watch.

He had shown up a little while ago, baring horror movies for us to watch.

"Hellraiser right here." Stu votes.

"I'll go with Evil Dead!" I vote after.

"The Fog, Terror Train, Prom Night. How come Jamie Lee Curtis is in all these movies?" Sidney questions.

"She's the Scream Queen!" I tell her but looking at her like she's crazy.

"With a set of lungs like that she should be. Yeah." Randy says.

I roll my eyes at him.

"Tits, see?" Tatum questions.

I let out a chuckle. To my surprise the doorbell rings. Everyone was here I thought.

"Oh, I'll get it," Stu says, flipping off the couch.

He comes back up and gives me a kiss, before looking over at Tatum.

"Hey Tate, grab another beer will ya? There's beer in the garage."

"What am I? The Beer Wench?" She asks, with an annoyed look on her face.

I chuckled again and rest a hand on her knee.

"I'll come with you."

"Don't go." Stu begs.

I roll my eyes.

"I'll be right back, I promise. I love you." I kissed him.

He kisses me back; I could tell he still didn't want me to leave.

"She was nominated for Terror Train." I hear Randy tell Sid, while we got up from the couch.

"Oh yeah?" Sid questions, sarcastically.

"You'll never believe who's here! It's that chic from Top Story!" Stu shouts.

Tatum and I look to each other with matched annoyed looks. We go over to the main hall of the house. I was a little shocked to see Dewey walk in, in full police uniform, but was more surprised he was with Gale. What was he thinking?

"Your underage son..." He says, taking a beer from Jeff, who looked shocked. "I'm kidding have a good time."

Dewy handed him the beer bottle back and Jeff just gave and awkward smile.

"Dewey?" Tatum called her older brother over.

"Hi!" Dewey says, I could tell his cheeks were pink.

"Dewey, what is she doing' here?" Tatum asks.

"She's with me. I'm just checking things out." He clarifies.

"So, you did. Now leave and take your media mouth with you."

Sidney walks over to us.

"Hey." Dewey says to us.

"Hey." We reply.

"I need a camera." Randy walks by saying.

I roll my eyes.

"Have you found my father?" Sidney asks.

"I'm afraid not." Dewey says, looking ashamed.

"Should I be worried?"

"Not yet." Dewey comforts.

"It was nice seeing you, Dewey." I tell him.

"You too Tiffany."

"Come on Tate, let's go get the drinks." I said, pulling her along with me.

She groans but follows me anyway.

Going through Stu's house was a breeze for me. Even though it was huge on the outside, it was equally as big it is inside. Walking from the living into the back of the kitchen, there was a door that led into the one car garage. We had to walk down a few steps to get to the fridge, where they kept extra drinks and other beverages as well.

Tatum walks in. She starts to get beer from the fridge, while I stand behind her as she's handing me more.

"Mmmm..." Tatum mumbles to herself.

Suddenly, a shovel and other garden tools falls over and I see Kruger, Stu's orange cat running out of the cat door of the garage. All the sudden noise made Tatum and I both jump.

"Jesus!" Tatum screams.

"Tatum it's okay. It was just Kruger." I laugh slightly, my hear racing a mile a minute though.

We figure with both of our hands full with beer, we make our way back up the steps. But, when Tatum goes to the door, it appeared to be locked.

"Shit."

"The door is locked isn't?" I ask.

"Yes." Tatum says annoyed.

"Ugh, this is why I hate coming out here alone."

I start to bang on the door. But with the music is so loud, I don't think anyone could hear us now.

"Hey shitheads!" Tatum shouts!

She tries turning the lights on, but they don't work, so she flicks the other switch, and the garage door opens. We start to go out the garage door. But the door closes in front of us. We turn back around to try again when we see someone dressed in the killer costume.

"Hello? Shit, Piss. Is that you Randy?" Tatum asks him.

The killer shakes his head. I'm getting nervous about this, if this was Randy, he wouldn't do this. He loved Sid too much for this to be a prank.

"Cute, what movie is this from?" Tatum asks, as she moves to pass the killer to get to the door.

"Tatum, I don't think..." I trail off, as I grab her hand.

I could tell she thinks this was a game. Something told me this wasn't, just of how this person was acting. My heart was racing, and I could hardly get a breath in. I was starting to panic.

"Lose the costume, if Sidney sees it, she'll flip." Tatum says.

The killer just shakes his head again.

"Oh, you wanna play psycho killer?"

"Tate." I managed at a whisper.

"It's alright, Tiff."

The killer nods his head.

"Can I be the helpless victim?"

The killer nods his head again

"Okay let's see. Oh no Mr. Ghostface don't kill me I want to be in the sequel," She says, in a sarcastic voice. "Cut Casper that's a wrap."

The killer doesn't let her through.

"Randy, what the hell are you doing?" Tatum questions again.

"Tate, I don't think this is Randy."

As if to answer my question, the killer nods his. He decides currently he was going to start attacking us, as he was closer to Tatum and slices her arm.

"Ahhh! Stop!" Tatum yells.

You know, how you always have an instinct of either, fight or fight at the last instant. Well, mine just so happened to kick in and be fight back.

"Tatum run!" I yell, pushing in front of her.

Tatum walks back and falls onto a chair. The killer tries to chase after her, after he pushes me aside.

"Hey, leave her alone!" I yelled, turning him around, punching him in the face.

He stumbles back affected by the blow. Now interested in me he runs after me, I run past the fridge, and open the freezer door which slams into the killer's face. The killer falls to the ground.

Before I could react to do anything else to him. Tatum runs to where we dropped the beer bottles, and picks them up and throws them at the killer

"Fucker!" She shouts.

"Tatum, I told you to run!"

"Yeah, I was getting to that, but where?"

I look over to the doggy door and I thought about that but wasn't sure. Before I could answer her, I feel a sharp pain going through the left side of my abdomen. Looking down, I groan out in pain and looked back up at the killer in shock. My breathing was starting to come in labors.

"Tatum, run." I mumbled out.

Just then the killer takes his knife out of me and pushes me onto the ground. I hit my head hard, my vision was blurry. Something warm was starting to soak through my shirt. Touching it, I lifted my hand and seeing blood on it. A lot of it.

Screaming filled my ears. I look over to my right and seen Tatum stuck in the doggy door and the garage door lifting.

"Tatum, no." I groan out.

"Ahhh! No! No!" She screams.

Her head is squashed in from roof. I stare at her shocked. No, my cousin isn't dead. I look over to where the door that leads from the garage to the house and see the killer standing there. They notice me and walk down the steps, knife in the right, stained with my blood.

I tried to scoot away and even tried to stand up. It was no use as the killer pushes me down with his foot and squats over me. They run the knife, from my neck down to my new wound, ever so slowly.

They make another slither to another spot on my stomach. Before I knew it, they stab me, on the other side from my wound. This one hurt the worst, then the first one. Probably because, I didn't see it coming and wasn't sure what it was the first time.

As if my vision wasn't blurry from before, it was now. The pain was starting to numb. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Without warning, the killer pulls out the knife quickly, making the pain worse. They turn around, as I hear the door open. Was I going to be saved?

"What the hell?"

That voice, I never mistaken it.

"Stu." I groan out.

The last thing I seen, was his shocked face looking down at me and the killer. Before I let the darkness take me, the last thought I had was, 'please, don't die'.

Stu's P.O.V

Since it was close to the curfew, some of the other kids decided to get going home. As more and more people started to leave, I noticed that Tiffany wasn't around. I started to get worried.

"Hey Sid, have you seen Tiff?"

"No, I was just going to ask about Tatum. Have you seen her?"

"No." I half lied.

I then remembered; Tiffany was going to the garage. I excused myself saying I was going to the bathroom. But I made mt way to the garage instead. I was praying, I wasn't too late. What I found; however, wasn't the scene I was expecting.

"What the hell?" I ask, outraged.

"Stu." Tiff whispers, before she passes out.

I look around, the place was a mess. Broken bottles of beer sprawled around the floor. I noticed the garage door was open and Tatum hanging limp, from the doggy door. I storm over to, "the killer," and shove them off Tiffany.

"She wasn't part of the plan." I tell them.

"She got in the way." He replies.

I pull off the mask, revealing, Billy.

"You should have just let her go!"

"Keep it down. I'm sorry man, but she was here. What did you want me to do, Mmmm? Let her escape and let the others know that "the killer," was here. That would have foiled our plan."

"I have to check on her."

I go to check on her but was grabbed and forcefully turned around.

"No. If you get blood on you, then it's over. Look, I am sorry. You should have kept a shorter leash on her. I'll meet you at the front door." He says, leaving out of the garage.

I tighten my jaw and clench my fists together. Looking down at the woman I love on the floor, slowly bleeding out, I felt my heartache.

"This wasn't supposed to happen." I say out loud.

I bend down rubbing some of her hair out of her face, I lean over and kissed her forehead. At the touch of her skin, it felt cold. I wasn't sure it was from the cold weather blowing in from the outside or the amount of blood she was losing. Either or I didn't like the feeling.

Billy was right though. If I helped her now, then the plan to kill, Sidney, would be ruined. Standing up and turning to go back into the house, I whisper.

"Better not die on me, Tiffany Riley."

I take one last look at her and with much difficulty, I turn back towards the door, walked inside, and shut it behind. Putting back on a smiling face, I pretend to enjoy the rest of this night. I just hope everything goes according to plan, and that way Tiffany and I will always be together.