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Randy paced on the floor of Sidney’s house while he waited for Sidney to convince her half-brother to meet the group. He glanced over at his other friends. How the fuck were those three just casually playing cards? When Sid returned, their lives would shift. Everything would change.
Especially if Randy is right and Sid’s half-brother was a murderer.
Think about it: why would a successful director and writer have agreed to meet up multiple times with someone who randomly reaches out to him, claiming to be his half-sister? Randy loved Sid; she was his best friend. But he had to admit that was a dumb fucking move. Sure, her brother, Roman Bridger, hadn’t killed her, but still. They didn’t know this guy beyond interviews and his director’s statements, and Randy highly doubted that Bridger’s public personality was his real personality.
"Randy, stop pacing.” Billy flatly said. Randy turned and stared at his friends. They had stopped playing cards and instead decided to stare at Randy. Randy stared back. Tatum was sitting cross-legged on the floor, her cards laid on the table in front of her. Stu was almost sitting in Billy’s lap.
“Sid’s fine,” Billy said. “If she didn’t like her brother, she wouldn’t have dragged him to Woodsboro for the fourth time.”
“Yeah. You worry too much, Randy.” Stu always fucking agreed with Billy. Tatum was Randy’s last hope for someone.
“Randy, I get it. You don’t know what kind of psycho he could be. But Sid’s happy, so I'm happy.” Damn it, she didn’t agree.
Randy rolled his eyes and was about to retort, but there was the sound of the door unlocking.
Shit, they’re here.
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When he met his sister for the first time, it was odd, at least for Roman. He had known he had a half-sister for a long time, since he was ten. He never reached out to his sister or mother (when she was alive) because he had thought that Maureen Roberts—Maureen Prescott now—wouldn’t want to think about him, the product of her assault. Maureen never reached out either. When Maureen died, Roman considered reaching out to Sidney, but he still didn’t.
Two years after Maureen’s death, Roman received an email from Sidney. They quickly began regular correspondence. They have met up three times in person since then. But Roman was getting cold feet again.
This was only his fourth time meeting his half-sister in public, and he was about to meet his sister’s girlfriend and three best friends. Sidney had to drag Roman into the house.
"Guys, this is Roman... Roman, this is Tatum, Billy, Stu, and Randy.” Sidney gestured to each person as she mentioned them. Sidney sounded genuinely excited for the three of them to meet Roman, and vice versa.
“Hey.” Roman tried to sound casual despite his nerves. As Tatum, Billy, and Stu greeted Roman with various levels of enthusiasm, Randy stood in the back, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed.
Sidney noticed it too. “Randy…” Sidney warned. It didn’t work.
“Sid, I’m right, and you know it. Bridger’s probably a murderer. I mean, why would he not reach out if he knew about your existence? Why would he wait for you to reach out to him?”
"Sorry about him, Roman." Sidney said with a slight laugh.
“I'm serious! It’s always the new guy. One new guy shows up and boom! Five dead, two injured. Sid, stop laughing.This is real. This is like, the fifth rule or whatever. I’ve lost count…” Roman had to stifle a laugh. Deciding to not trust some random guy is a smart move, but Randy’s arguments were quickly losing credibility. Roman started to zone out, Randy and Sidney’s words becoming indistinct sounds.
Randy was kind of cute, at least in Roman’s mind. It was, in a strange way, mesmerizing watching Randy accuse him of being a murderer. But Roman’s focus wasn’t only on Randy.
Roman had never had a real family. Maureen had left him at the hospital and in the care of his father, John Milton. Milton was an angry and cold man. When he wasn’t ignoring Roman, he was berating and degrading him. Roman ran away when he was fifteen, changed his last name from “Roberts” to “Bridger,” and worked on restarting his life.
Even after running away, Roman still didn’t have friends, and his love life was nonexistent besides the occasional one-night stand or first date. Roman had nobody. He had no one important to him.
But he watched his sister, her girlfriend, two of her friends, and Randy flow together as friends. As family.
Roman could get used to this.