Friday night. Scream night. Every Friday Art and Patrick rewatch Scream, they have done for years. They head to the video store, pick up the movie, hide away in Patrick's basement and get stoned. It's their weekly ritual, it's perfect. Everyone else might be at parties, on dates— not Art and Patrick, they'll be reciting Scream word for word.

They'll watch other movies, through the week and during the weekend. Horror, of course. The boys were obsessed with any horror, slasher, thriller they could get their hands on. They could tell you every villain in every scary movie ever made.

Sure, to the outside world, they might look like losers. But they knew better. Nothing was cooler than horror movies. People at school just didn't get that. So what you're the captain of the football team? Bet you can't name third victim in Halloween. Art and Patrick can.

Friday night. Scream night. Except, not this time. Unfortunately, this Friday was different. 31st December, 2006. New Years Eve— on a Friday. The boys had sworn off parties, not that they'd ever really been to one in the first place. But everyone was going to this party.

At least they got to reference Scream, the party was a costume party— they didn't know why, but it meant they got to break out their Ghostface masks, so they couldn't complain too much. Fake blood on their skin, beneath the masks, black clothes as they walk into the party.

It's loud, music blaring, people dancing. The both of them grabbing beers from the kitchen and finding a random couch to sit on. Masks half on, working their way through beers to midnight. "Is everyone gonna be kissin' someone at midnight?" Art mumbles, looking around the couples dancing together before him. "Duh, it's New Years."

Art's suddenly nervous, is he gonna be the weird guy without someone to kiss? Patrick couldn't give a shit, he's got a joint ready to be lit as the clock strikes twelve.

The boys both head outside as midnight gets closer, expecting to be alone, but no. There you sit, in a blonde wig. Casey Becker. You're dressed as Casey fuckin' Becker from Scream. The hot girl from their math class, dressed as the first girl in their favourite movie. Both boys jaws are dropped, in awe of the sight before them.

They both slowly walk toward you, leaning down, each boy either side of your shoulder— still unaware of their presence until they both speak at the same time. "What's your favourite scary movie?"