you’re lying in bed, watching a film on your laptop while chatting on the phone to one of your friends, sidney. you and sid don’t get to talk very often because you hate her friend group, specifically stu macher. you think he’s a freak. as you’re chatting, you don’t notice a little red dot appear in the camera of your laptop, completely unaware that you’re being watched.

you’re just laughing at chatting with sidney, making plans while you twirl your hair around your finger. you’re sat there in tiny shorts and a baggy t shirt, your makeup still on.

“god that serial killer going around town, how freaky is that?” sidney asks over the phone, swerving the conversation to a different topic, and making you openly wonder if the killers hot.

“god you’re gross,” sidney laughs softly, “i mean stu was acting so weird about it earlier.” she says over the phone. you scoff at the mention of the tall blonde. you still haven’t noticed the red dot, and you probably won’t realise, as it’s been flashing on and off for weeks now, feeding stu more and more information about you as he watches you. you never close your laptop lid. it’s perfect.

stu has had a massive crush on you for years now, and when he’s not busy making the ghostface calls for billy, he likes to watch you.