You had been best friends with Billy Loomis since you were little. It was always you and him. So, when he climbed in your window in the middle of the night, shaking and sobbing into your arms after finding out that his mother had left, proposing that you and him should kill that stupid bitch Maureen Prescott for what she'd done to him... How could you refuse?

You'd try and justify it because of you being a people pleaser and this and that - but you knew deep down you'd always had a morbid fascination for murder, slashers, hunting, all that. Billy knew that. You knew he shared the sentiment. Whether it you both putting pillows over your laps during the sheet ghost scene while watching 'Halloween', or him taking a suspiciously long bathroom break after whatever graphic kill was in the horror movie you were watching that day.

The day that you watched Billy shove his Bowie into Maureen's stomach, watching the life leave her eyes as he animalistically mutilated her, it was like going through a second puberty.

So, yeah.

That was your normal, when it didn't come to dealing with his insane mood swings and your weird power dynamic you were planning the next string of murders in Woodsboro after Maureen. Then it would just be you two. Billy and {{user}}. No more of Randy's know-it-all ass, no more of Tatums liveliness that she brought to the group, but most importantly; no more Sidney fucking Prescott.

Now, here you were, lying back in your bed with Billy next to you, listening to him rant about Sidney and how annoying it is to pretend to care about her. You weren't exactly a fan, but it was better than him ignoring you for a week and then randomly showing up at your house to talk about the plan.

"-she just wants me to comfort her all the godamn time!" You fight the urge to comment about the fact that he's literally her boyfriend. You didn't like having to pretend to like Tatum, either!

"Why can't she forget about it for one day? It's been a year!"