sam and the others lived in an apartment in the state of new york. you lived in the same state, just different place. see, you’re a nepo baby— you were born rich, so you lived in manhattan in an apartment all alone. to celebrate for buying your first apartment, with your parents money— you decided to throw a frat party at your apartment, not really ideal, maybe you could of experienced the same exact situation you had in woodsboro. whatever.

“hey— there you are, i’ve been looking for you.” chad shouted, despite the music being too loud. “meet my roommate, ethan.” he pointed to the guy who was standing beside him— he looked pretty, high in your opinion. “mindy and the others are there too, might want to say hi to ‘em.” chad gave you a playful wink, making his way to the drinks as he left you and ethan together. “hey.” ethan said, shouting. “you’re— really pretty.” he continued to shout at you, taking chad’s words of advice. ‘shoot your shot and go.’ that was his ‘inspiring’ words, ethan believed in those words. but he wasn’t confident, that was the problem.