Dreaming Of You - Jenna Ortega imagines

Heaven is a place on Earth with you, tc (3)

In which psychopaths run in the family (3)

Listen to: Video Games - Lana Del Rey

scream six spoilers! and tw for violence and blood!
this was originally one part but i split it into two🥰

"No! I'm not going to!" Tara yelled, frustrated with the embarrassment.

"Why?"

"Because I'm not interested!" She waved around her hands. "And living in the past like you are."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked, taken aback. Chad tried to cut in, but was ignored.

"I mean I'm not gonna let what happened to us for three days define how I live the rest of my life!"

"So, you're just gonna pretend as if nothing happened?" Sam's eyebrows raised. "Is this also about y/n being out of jail? Tara, she may be insane but she wouldn't-"

"Sam! This isn't about y/n? Okay?" She sighed. "Why are you here in New York?"

Sam and Tara continued to argue out in the streets. You were just taking a walk, the sound of a loud argument catching your attention. You were already pretty close when you realized that it was Tara and Sam. Just as you were about to turn, someone threw water at Sam.

"Murderer!" The girl yelled, a wave of anger rushed over you. You scoffed, storming up to her and shoved her back.

"Who the fuck are you calling murderer." You laughed as she stumbled back. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Chad was quick to hold you back. "Woah, don't."

"Shut the fuck up, Chad." You pushed him off of you, letting you get closer to the lady who threw water. "You wanna try me right now?" You ignored the yells of the others, who were trying to pull you back.

"Oh look! There's the other one! Covering up each other's crimes?" The lady taunted, pissing you off even more.

"She didn't do shit!" You had to be restrained by all of them.

You were trying to wriggle out of their grip. "Y/n, you need to stop." Tara's voice rang through your ears as you started to ease up. You gave up trying to fight them and shoved them off of you. "What the fuck was that for?"

"You think I'm gonna let Sam get disrespected for that?" You huffed, pointing at the group of girls. "I can take all the heat, all the blame, that's how I grew up. 'The sister of Stu Macher! She must be insane!' I can take that. But Sam? She doesn't- I killed Amber and Richie, I did. I deserve what she's getting." Your hand dropped to your side. You looked past Tara, seeing Sam with a grateful smile. "I'm sorry, Sam. I- I should've told you to move somewhere else, but I kinda couldn't. With, you know, being arrested."

"Wait, you were arrested?" You all turned towards a guy more in the back, you didn't even know he existed. "You killed people? You're freely admitting it?"

Your eyes moved between Tara, Sam, and this guy. "Um, wh-who is he?" You pointed towards him. "He's like a little curly haired Evan Peters." You giggled a little, the others being concerned at the quick change of mood. You took a step towards him and held out your hand. "Y/n."

"Ethan." He smiled, obviously nervous.

"Don't worry, it was self defense... And a little bit of insanity." You winked, almost laughing when he quickly retracted his hand.

"Do you wanna come with us?" Sam asked, ignoring the looks from Tara. You turned back to the eldest Carpenter and shoved your hands into your jacket.

You glanced around the group, most of them giving you looks, but you trusted Sam. "Uh, okay. If you guys don't mind." Most of which just hummed in agreement.