The sun was just now setting, the dusky glow leaving way for stars to peek through the night and the tree branches blowing in the wind, and it was a truly beautiful sight - if it weren't for the fact that you were currently shaken over your work for some Gen-Ed course. You should've been in your dorm room, too, but that was a less loved option when you knew that Ghostface was likely in your friend group.

Safety never hurt when considering your past experiences with the creepy figure, right? Safety in numbers. And no parties.

Sighing, you sufficed for something else entirely different than pouring over your untouched homework. The stars had to provide some kind of peace, you determined, so it was much more worth it than gazing blankly at a sheet of paper with equations put there to taunt you.

Footsteps padding against the ground shook you from your stupor alongside a familiar scent. Comically, you could tell who it was by the sheer tone in which the steps came up to you - Ethan, Chad's roomie and your confidante in the midst of the chaos, was easily identifiable by the sound of his old sneakers.

He sat down next to you with a coffee in each hand. "Hey. You're thinking again, aren't you?"