Chapter Eight: Two Years Later

Disclaimer: The Scream franchise and all characters all belong to the late, Wes Craven, may him R.I.P. I only own Tiffany Riley and her parents.

A/N: I'm not really proud of this final chapter of part two. It took me sometime to even think about how I was going to end this. That's why it took me so long to start updating again. Thank you all, for your patience's.

I am still writing out my story for Scream 3. It's still going to be the same storyline, but I have something different in mind of course. I'm still trying to think of a good MO for what I have in mind. I wanted to get some writing in of S3 before I updated anything.

"That concludes our graduating ceremony for, Windsor College, of 2000! Let's give our graduating students another round of applause!"

Graduating caps were flying in the air, young adults shouting in whoops and hollers. I was enjoying the scenery, watching my fellow classmates celebrating our final moment of college.

"Finally, we graduated!"

My feet left the ground, as I was being lifted up. I was smiling ear to ear, laughing as I was being swung around. My feet finally landed on solid ground. I turned around to my see my, boyfriend, of two years standing in front of me. We leaned into each other, finding each-others lips.

"Alright, break it up you two."

I mentally rolled my eyes, as I heard my father's voice. We kiss a second longer, before breaking apart. Looking to my left, my family was standing in front of me. One by one, my dad, mom, and grandmother, hugged and congratulated me.

"Our little film writer." My mom says, making me blush.

We decided to go and have lunch at a local restaurant. Randy's family were all here to congratulate him. Both families decided to go ahead and have lunch together.

"Thank-you." My dad says to our waiter, as she walks away.

We just ordered our drinks and appetizers when the questions started to happen.

"So, what are the big plans, moving to Hollywood or the big apple?" My grandmother asks.

"I was planning on, New York, but I'm not sure now." I said, looking to Randy on my left.

"Well, you still need to figure out jobs first." Mr. Meeks says.

"I can agree to that." My father agrees.

Our families started to talk amongst themselves, after our main courses arrived. Randy and I were able to sit, eat and talk on our own now.

"So, what is our plan? Hollywood or New York?" Randy asks.

"I know one thing, as long as it's not here or back in Woodsboro, I really don't care where we go."

After the killers, Mrs. Loomis, and Mickey, were killed, I still wanted to leave and go to another college. But Randy was able to convince me to stay there, as he really liked it at, Windsor college.

"I can agree to that." He smiles, taking a drink of his cola.

After the desserts arrived, the two dads were arguing over who will pay for the meal. It was decided to just go ahead and split between the two of them. My dad wasn't so thrilled about it. Beating here for another twenty minutes. Our families went back to their hotel, while Randy and I went back to the campus.

The last week of campus has been busy. All the non-graduate students were trying to study for the upcoming finals. While us graduated students, were just saying our final good-byes to some of our favorite professors, the friends we've made along the way, and packing our belongings.

I had managed to pack two boxes of my belongings, along with my original suitcase of clothes. Randy helped me move my boxes to the back of his truck. Afterwards, we went back to his dorm to start packing his things. Walking into his dorm, his roommate had already packed and left earlier this week. So, his side of the room was empty. All that remained was, Randy's belongings, which everything was scattered all over the place.

"Really, couldn't have organized?" I asked him.

"I was busy." He simply replied.

I rolled my eyes and he started to throw his clothes into a gym bag, while I got a couple of boxes from the corner of the room to throw his personal things in. It was late by the time we got finished, we decided to go ahead and stay the night in his room, instead of going to the hotel. We both called our parents to give them the heads up.

We were both hungry, but the cafeteria was closed and so we decided to order in pizza. It was a quiet night with just the two of us. It's been over two years since the killings. Our relationship since that night at the hospital, after the killings, has been growing stronger and stronger.

I hadn't given myself to anyone since, Stu. Yes, that night of the party we had done it. Thinking about it now, I'm ashamed of it. How was I supposed to know he was a killer. At the moment, though, I was in love with a man that I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

Here I was now, laying on the twin bed next to my, best friend. My boyfriend. I really hope, even after all we both been through, we will always be together.

I didn't even realize that I had fallen asleep the night before. I felt an arm wrapped around my mid-section, holding me close. I lied there for few extra minutes, just enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. Enjoying the sound of his breathing, the feeling of his chest rising up and down against my back.

However, knowing that our families were waiting for us, I had to unfortunately get up from this position and wake him up.

"Hey, Randy, babe, time to get up."

He groans a little, yawning before opening his eyes.

"Good morning." He smiles.

"Good morning, to you too." I smiled back.

We kissed, before I got up to go to the bathroom. I snuck into the boys bathroom, before anyone got in or even noticed I was in there. I got back to Randy's dorm and he was already dress and had a pot of coffee going. I got dressed into fresh clothes and got ready for the rest of the day.

"I'm excited, but not, about going back home." I say, as I took my last bite of my bagel.

"Feelings are mutual. It is our hometown, unfortunately, we have to go back eventually." He says.

He takes a sip of his coffee and grabs his car keys. I throw my napkin away in the trash and grabbed my small purse and coffee.

"Do we have everything?" I ask him, grabbing his drink and clothes bag.

"I believe we do. I just need to leave the room key and we can leave."

He does so, grabs his two boxes of his belongings and we walked out of the dorm. Well, Randy had to take one last look around soaking this last moment in. This was going to a closing chapter of our lives, to start a new one. Closing the door behind him, we made eye contact, knowing he was thinking the same thing. We smiled at each other and made our way outside to his truck.

Setting Randy's things into the back of his truck, we scanned the campus one last time. I have no intentions of coming back here, ever again. The last two years were the best, the worst and, again the best of my life. It's been an emotional roller coaster to say the least. I know I might sound like a broken record at this point, but it truly has.

First, I was starting my college life. Studying to becoming a film writer. Not too long after, the killer came back or killers. Then, I fell in love with my best friend, and graduated college with him. Now, the closing chapter of college life has finally come to an end. Starting the very long chapter of adult hood, has started.

"Ready?" Randy asks, looking at me.

Breathing a breath of fresh air and letting it out, I looked to my boyfriend and said:

"Yeah, lets go."

Smiling, we both got into his truck and closed our doors. Randy turned the ignition and started the truck. We pulled out of the parking lot, leaving our college life behind.

A/N: I am going to be honest here, I didn't plan for this ending, and I couldn't think of any other way to end it. I also didn't want to keep it going and drawing it out. Or this might've been a very long final two chapter. I'm still writing out movie three, so I hope you'll still stick with me till then. Until next time, make sure to study on your horror films.

~SPDrAnger006