it seemed randy had been trying to impress you all day, attempting to grab your attention during class, and he didn’t get any better at stu’s house party either. “this one’s a real killer.” he proclaimed proudly with a grin, holding up a janky tape of a common horror movie. ‏‏‎ ‎ His statement probably wasn’t the best wording considering the previous situations with ghostface, but it was as if he completely forgot about that already. Randy often messed up his wording around you, playing it off as something he does everyday. It wasn’t.

“and this one’s got sheryl lee, she is the scream queen.” he remarked happily, almost nerdy too as he continued to show off his collection of horror movies. The contents and voices of the party were practically behind him as he continued to ramble at your ear, hoping you were listening.

his gaze trailed over to you as you held one of his tapes, part of him was worried you’d break it, most of him was infatuated with the fact you’re actually engaging in his mindless ranting.