#badnote

EDDIE SHOULD BE BETTER AT THIS ; he's worked with the 118 for years now , found family .. and all that. and yet , reaching out , making the first line of communication , he's bad at it. maybe this is why he's always had buck around , loud enough and fills the room enough to instantly draw attention.

instead , eddie is left feeling like an awkward teenager. something he'd never thought he'd feel again.

" uh , " queue his awkward rub at the back of his neck , maybe he should be thankful chris has gone to stay with his parents for summer. to not see his fathers fail so drastically. " we're having some drinks after shift , did you want to come ?"

if sidney takes every idiot at this school at face value, she may lose her mind. at least, this is what she is trying to remind herself — you can’t listen to everyone, that’s always been her father’s advice in times of strife. sidney is running out of fake smiles to plaster, however; her face feels as weighed down as her chest.

god, just about every part of sidney feels weighed down … tatum is trying her best to distract her, but —

“yeah,” sidney replies despondently. out of instinct, she shrinks, clutches her books to her chest tighter; if she is smaller, maybe people will forget about her, forget to spread their gossip and lies and mean comments.

before the fall of 1996, the loomises were a family. not a cursed moniker hanging over woodsboro, not a burden weighing sam down. a regular, suburban family that went on vacations and opened christmas gifts and celebrated birthdays. of course, once you peeled back that initial layer, everything was fucked beyond repair, but if you let it be ... it's eery how normal they were. were, being the key word.

"... did you guys go on a lot of vacations?" she's never met anyone from billy's family. mother and son are long dead, no one knows where hank loomis fucked oof too. fuck, he might not even still be alive anymore, not that it matters to sam. no story she's ever heard paint him in a positive light, and she doubts he'd want to meet his son's illegitimate kid anyway.

first off: the absolute audacity of randy to tell tatum to shut up. the look that crosses her face expresses that she will not soon let this go. second? "you're having an aneurysm, goofus." tatum quickly retorts. her lip half curls into a sneer, "sorry no one knows who your girlfriend is."

an actress from a "beloved" (to randy, and randy only probably) d-list horror film is coming to the woodsboro mall next month. to tatum, this is barely worth registering as news; it's definitely not worth telling her to shut up over.