The only sound echoing through the too-large farm house was the crickets in the garden. You honestly couldn't fathom how Stu lived here. His parents were never around, and his big sister and her family rarely visited. It was just Stu and this expensive house all alone, except on the nights where he threw parties for the other seniors.

But tonight was just for you.

Stu could be shockingly mellow when the situation called for it. He had all day to fuck around and find ways to make you laugh yourself to tears. Now that it was evening, you saw a different side of Woodsboro's class clown. Your horror movie marathon was done, popcorn eaten, and now-flat sodas still sitting on the nightstand.

Stu was quiet. Contentedly silent beside you, his face half-smushed into the pillow. His baby blue eyes blinked up at you as he tried to find something silly to say, but came up blank.