Turn Around
Scream (1996)
Platonic Sidney & Randy
Happy Holidays @spooky-switch !! Thanks for giving me an excuse to have a Scream marathon! Thanks to @squealing-santa for organising such a wonderful event yet again <3.
After what was now known as the “Woodsboro Murders” thanks to a certain Gale Weathers, Randy and Sidney often found themselves at each other’s homes. Whether talking about college plans, or watching whatever movie Randy brought from work, the two were never far from each other. Over the Christmas break, Sidney had spent a few days at the Meeks’ home, binging film after film.
Black Christmas was his choice this time, alongside his classic commentary. Sidney had once found it a bit annoying, but now it was a source of comfort. Sidney had also questioned his choice of a slasher film but was met with something she couldn’t fight with.
“The movies are nothing once you’ve been through the real thing.”
“Plus,” Randy had said, “Its arguably the first slasher, and perfect for the holiday!”
Sidney was in the kitchen, finishing up some JiffyPop, when she heard something that piqued her interest.
“Come on, what’s wrong with you?”
Taking the popcorn off the stove, she quietly poked her head into the living room. Randy sat on the couch, back to her, nearly yelling at the TV screen.
“Why would you go into the attic? And for fucks sake turn around!”
An idea blossomed in Sidney’s head. With a smile blooming on her face, she quietly crept towards the couch.
“Come on! Turn around! He’s behind you, just turn around!”
Quickly, after rolling her eyes, Sidney reached over the back of the couch, and jammed her fingers into his armpits.
Over the screech and subsequent laughter that exploded out of Randy, Sidney teasingly parroted,
“Look out! She’s right behind you Randy! Just turn around!”
From behind him, Sidney could see a blush begin to take over his ears. She clambered over the back of the couch and pushed the giggling teen onto his stomach. Straddling Randy, pinning him to the couch, her fingers gently traced over his reddening ears.
“SID WHAT-” he tried to get words out, but his laughter stopping him from being able to form any kind of sentence.
Instead he simply flailed as much as he could, twisting his head side to side, trying to shake of Sidney’s tickly nails.
“What? Can’t follow your own rules?” Sidney retorted, leaning down to blow a loud raspberry on his neck, laughing herself at Randy nearly bucking her off.
Despite his thrashing, Randy didn’t really mind what was happening, and Sidney knew. Tickling had been a frequent part of their friendship, especially after Randy’s drunken admission a few years go. He liked the feeling, the closeness to his friends, and the laughter. Finding a reason to laugh was harder to come by.
Sidney also needed this. She loved Randy’s laugh, from giggly, to loud cackles, and if lucky, an occasional snort. She liked to see her friend smile.
Her fingers left his ears, and Randy took the second to breathe. It truly was only a second before Sidney gently spidered her fingers across his back, smiling brightly and the high-pitched giggles that flowed freely from her friend’s mouth. Gentle touches over his spine gave him time to breathe between gentle giggles, moving up closer to his neck elicited more squirming, and scribbling quickly over his ribs caused his laughter to get louder.
With a few final pinches at his sides, each followed by a screech from the boy, Sidney shuffled of Randy’s back and further down the couch.
“I hate you,” Randy finally let out, as he flipped himself slowly onto his back, no malice in his words.
“No you don’t,” Sidney followed, looking over at her friend’s bright red face.
Quick as lightning, Randy managed to get a few solid jabs to Sidney’s side, eliciting a few shocked giggles, but backed off when his hands were gently slapped away.
The two turned their attention back to the movie.
“Come on! How did she not see that coming!”
This is SO CUTE! Thank you so much!
