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( LEX ) We're dating. True?
( RONNIE ) True.
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CHAPTER TWO. guilty of innocence woodsboro, september 29, 1995
Birds are chirping in the trees above 262 Turner Lane, 94971 Woodsboro, sun rays breaking through the clouds, a gentle breeze blowing leaves through the driveway like an invisible puppet master. A non-descript, grey 1993 Honda Accord parked in front of the garage, a van on the street right before the house, a ghostface sprayed onto the side of it. On the second floor, the second window from the left is propped open by a few books. A more forceful wind would probably send them flying down the sloped roof right onto the front lawn, but no one seems to mind.
Inside the room, chaos reigns. If you were to ever find Ronnie Carpenter's room tidied up, a miracle must've happened. Clothes are almost entirely covering up the wooden floor, vinyl records scattered about as well as VHS tapes. Right before the bed, there's two pair of jeans and two jackets — a leather jacket with a big Judas Priest back patch and a denim jacket, the Black Sabbath pin on the chest glistening in the sunlight coming in from the window.
Something stirs inside the bed. A small, pale foot sticks out of the blanket, hanging over the edge of the bed. It's hot under the covers, even if they're not wearing pants. Lex groans, their cheek warm from resting against Ronnie's chest the entire night. They look at him. He sleeps with his mouth open, eyebrows furrowed like he's having a bad dream. Lex' heart beats faster. Their tiny hand lies on Ronnie's chest like he's their most valued possession. They reach out to the crucifix necklace around Ronnie's neck, closing their first around it.
