Scream One Shot

Whilst Dewey was in the shower, you rummaged through his dresser to find a t-shirt. Normally when you stayed at the Riley's home you would bring your own clothing, but it had been an impromptu visit due to the current murders that were controlling Woodsboro. As soon as he knew there was a killer on the loose, he wasn't going to leave his girlfriend alone and vulnerable in her apartment, so had picked you up from work and insisted you returned home with him instead so that he could protect you but also his mum and sister. You weren't taking the crimes as seriously as he did and didn't see the harm in staying home alone but you didn't want to worry him, and you certainly weren't annoyed to get to spend the night with him.

He had gone to shower off the grime of the workday whilst you helped yourself to his clothes to find something to wear to sleep. Although you'd been together for a while, you had never had a reason to borrow anything beyond his jacket, but you knew he wouldn't mind. You found a t-shirt in the drawer, that although would be a little large, it would work as something to sleep in. You had changed into it and were folding your day clothes to place on a chair when Dewey returned to the bedroom, pausing as soon as he entered the doorway.

"Is that my top?" He questioned.

You turned to face him, ignoring the clothes you had been folding. The t-shirt hung down to your knees and if you moved your arms away from your body, your form would be swallowed in the fabric.

"I didn't have something to sleep in," you smiled.

He let out a soft laugh, avoiding your gaze. It didn't matter how long the two of you were together, he still become rather flustered with anything to do with you, practically worshipping the ground on which you walked.

You approached him, taking his hand in yours.

"Is it okay?" You asked, not knowing if you had overstepped a boundary in helping yourself to something.

His cheeks were becoming redder. "More than okay."

You leant up on your tiptoes to rest a hand upon his cheek. "Shall we get to bed?"

Words seemed to escape Dewey, but he nodded his head, letting you lead him to his own bed to cuddle up for the night of sleep.

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Written by Charlotte.