Fic: Deleted Scenes (Scream, Randy/Dewey, PG)
fan_the_vote fic number four, for trevorfrost, who wanted Scream fic, Randy/Dewey, with kissing. Originally I was thinking this was going to be kind of angsty, but it ended up a lot more fluffy than I expected. I could have gone a whole lot further with it and eventually we would have hit the angst, but I don't feel all that comfortable writing these characters, and honestly, the last thing I need is another fandom. I have to work on telling more story in less detail, I think. Other people do it, I don't know why I can't.
You know what my big problem is? As soon as I envision a story, the entire universe around it overwhelms me until I'm drowning in visuals, and I'm greedy so I want to write it all. Picking and choosing what to tell and what to leave out doesn't even enter my mind, because I want to see and hear and feel everything. If I could just learn to choose more carefully (or at all), I wouldn't end up with all these giant, endless projects on my hands.
Anyway. Scream fic, and I doubt I'll ever write these two again, but it was an interesting experiment.
It didn't take long for things to go back to normal. Well, mostly normal. Half the senior class was dead, and that was a little hard to get used to, but they got a new principal and the curfew was lifted and it wasn't long before all the press packed up and left town. Including Gale Weathers - she couldn't get out of town fast enough once the excitement died down.
Randy wasn't surprised that she ditched Dewey so fast. In fact, the only one who seemed surprised was Dewey, and after a couple days of righteous indignation even he seemed sort of resigned to the inevitability. And it really was inevitable, because Dewey was just like Randy. A little older, sure, and he got to carry a gun to work, but other than that they were practically the same person.
They were the nice guys, the ones girls went to when they needed to complain to somebody about their boyfriends. 'Loser' was the word Stu would have used, and sometimes that was how Randy felt. He knew he was never going to get Sidney to go out with him, anyway, and no matter how much Dewey wanted it to happen, Gale Weathers wasn't going to come breezing back into his life.
Which was how they ended up stuck with each other. At first it was sort of about Sidney - Randy hung out with her, and Dewey was always around making sure she was okay. Then Sidney sort of dropped out of the picture - he had a feeling being around Dewey reminded her too much of Tatum - and then it was just Dewey and him.
He didn't expect Dewey to stick around. Randy was a few years younger than him, after all - okay, eight years, but Dewey didn't seem to care. In fact, he seemed sort of grateful for the company, and as long as he wanted to keep coming around Randy wasn't going to ask why. Besides, Dewey didn't really seem to have any friends his own age, not the other cops on the force or even any of his old high school friends. Randy had a feeling that had something to do with the fact that he still lived at home - he'd wondered once or twice if that was the reason Gale left so fast, too, but he didn't bring it up. He didn't want to embarrass Dewey, and he definitely didn't want to do anything that might make Dewey rethink their friendship.
Because they were friends - sort of, anyway, and Randy kind of liked hanging out with Dewey. He was funny, he liked the same movies as Randy, he had a great laugh and an even better smile. So what started out as an unlikely friendship had developed into kind of a crush, and even if it was just as hopeless as his crush on Sidney, Randy wasn't ready to give it up. He knew nothing was ever going to come of it, but he wasn't too proud to pass up the chance to hang out with Dewey.
Which was the reason he was sitting in Dewey's parents' living room on a Saturday night, pretending to watch Aliens for the fourteenth time when what he was really doing was watching Dewey. He watched Dewey watching the movie, watched the way his pupils dilated whenever something scary happened. He watched the way Dewey's throat worked when he took a sip of one of the Cokes he'd brought from the kitchen, watched his hand gripping the can just a little harder when one of the aliens popped up from nowhere.
It was cute, not that Randy would ever admit that. But he liked watching Dewey, liked watching his reactions to a movie Randy could have recited from memory if Dewey asked him to. But he didn't tell Dewey that, because the fact was that even after everything that happened with Billy and Stu, Dewey rented horror movies because he thought Randy would like them. And granted, he got the alien movies instead of anything featuring half-naked teenagers, but that was just fine with Randy. He didn't care what they watched, as long as Dewey wanted him around.
He'd never kissed another guy before. He'd never kissed a girl, either, but he was pretty sure he'd like both. And maybe he was just keeping his options open, but even if he wasn't technically bi, there was a part of him that really, really wanted to lean in and kiss Dewey. Just to see what he'd do. Only Randy was pretty sure he knew what would happen, because even if Dewey turned out to be into guys, he was still hung up on Gale.
Not that Randy could really blame him. She was hot, even he could see that. Hot and sort of famous, kind of a bitch but Randy knew some guys liked that. Stu, for instance, and plenty of other popular guys just like him who could have pretty much any girl they wanted. Only Dewey wasn't one of those guys - Dewey was just like Randy, and he still didn't get what Gale Weathers had been doing with Dewey in the first place.
"Are you okay?"
The sound of Dewey's voice jolted him out of his reverie, and he grinned self-consciously when he realized he'd been staring. "Yeah, fine. Just thinking about something."
"What?"
"Huh?"
Dewey rolled his eyes at that, but he was smiling, and Randy was glad he was sitting down. "Dude, you're seriously out of it. What were you thinking so hard about?"
Just for a second Randy thought about telling him the truth. He thought about showing him, leaning in for that kiss just to see what Dewey would do. But before he could humiliate himself and ruin everything he shook his head, glancing at the TV for a second before he answered. "I was just thinking about Gale."
"What about her?"
He managed not to wince at the edge in Dewey's voice, but he could have kicked himself for saying that name, because they still had two more movies to watch, and if he wasn't careful Dewey was going to make up some excuse and kick him out as soon as the first one was over. "I was just thinking…she doesn't really seem like your type."
Dewey's laugh was just a little bitter around the edges, and Randy wished all over again he'd never brought up that name. He couldn't take it back now, though, and there was a part of him that kind of wanted to hear what Dewey had to say.
"My type? Since when do I even have a type?"
"Everybody's got a type, man. I just always figured yours would be a little less…"
"Bitchy?"
He couldn't help laughing at that, but Dewey was laughing too so Randy was pretty sure he wasn't about to get kicked out of the house. "That's one way of putting it."
Dewey shrugged and turned back to the movie, and just for a second Randy thought maybe he wasn't going to say anything else. Then he cleared his throat and glanced over at Randy, holding his gaze for a long moment before he answered. "She was interested. That's pretty much my type."
And okay, now he felt really bad for bringing it up, because Dewey looked so…defeated, and it was all Randy's fault. Only he knew exactly how Dewey felt, and if they were this much alike so far, maybe there were other things they had in common too. He didn't let himself think about it before he leaned in, closing the distance between them to press his lips to the corner of Dewey's mouth. He knew if he parted his lips he'd taste Coke and popcorn butter, but before he got the chance Dewey was scrambling backwards.
He didn't stand up, though - he only moved back far enough to look at Randy, eyes wide and okay, he looked a little freaked out, but he wasn't running away or throwing Randy out, and that was a good sign.
"What are you doing?"
"What, was it that bad?" Randy asked, forcing what he hoped was a non-threatening grin.
"No…I mean…" Dewey stammered, eyes still wide and even in the dim light from the TV Randy could tell he was blushing. "Randy, man, you're…in high school."
"Relax, I'm eighteen. My birthday was two months ago."
And he was pretty sure his age wasn't the only problem Dewey was having with this whole thing, but he wasn't going to let the other man use that as an excuse. If Dewey was going to reject him he was going to have to do it the hard way, just like Gale had done before she left town. Only he knew Dewey would never be mean about it - he was way too nice for his own good, that was his whole problem.
"Yeah, but you're still…and you're…" Dewey trailed off, gesturing vaguely in the direction of Randy's chest.
He looked down, staring pointedly for a second before he glanced up at Dewey again. "I'm what?"
"A guy."
"Thanks for noticing."
An exasperated sigh escaped Dewey's throat, and part of Randy wanted to get up and walk out. There was another part of him that wanted to shove Dewey backwards and kiss him again, pin him down this time so he couldn't stop it until Randy really knew what it was like. But instead he just sat there, staring at Dewey and waiting for him to say…something.
A few seconds ticked by, then a few more, and Randy was starting to wonder if Dewey was okay when the other man shook his head and shifted a little on the couch. "Listen…I'm a cop. This kind of stuff…I mean not just because you're a guy. You're still in high school, and you're…well, you're a guy."
"Yeah, we covered that."
"Sorry," Dewey said, glancing up long enough to flash a crooked smile that made Randy's stomach flutter. "It's just…if this got back to anybody on the force they'd run me out of town."
He was still blushing, carefully not looking at Randy and that was enough to let Randy know Dewey had thought about this before. He wasn't sure if Dewey had thought about it with him, but he'd thought about it, and that was all Randy cared about. "I'm not gonna tell anybody."
"It's a small town. And it took me forever to get people to forget those stupid rumors from high school…"
"What rumors?" Randy interrupted, their not-quite-kiss forgotten momentarily because Dewey was blushing even harder now. "What happened in high school?"
"Nothing. It was just one stupid kiss. I don't even know how anybody found out about it."
"With who?" Randy asked, and that definitely wasn't jealousy making his voice rise an octave.
"Shh," Dewey hissed, glancing over his shoulder in the direction of his parents' room. They'd been in bed for an hour already and Randy was positive they couldn't hear anything, but he nodded anyway and leaned a little closer when Dewey's voice dropped to a whisper. "Josh Byer, in the locker room after basketball practice. And he kissed me."
"But you liked it."
"I was flattered," Dewey said, glancing up at Randy and when their eyes met Randy's heart skipped a beat. "I thought…I don't know what I thought."
"You figured if he was interested, what the hell."
"I guess so." Dewey glanced up, grinning self-consciously and Randy couldn't help smiling back.
"So would it help any if I said I was interested?"
"Randy…"
He held up a hand before Dewey could get any further than his name, fingers pressed to Dewey's lips and he was so screwed if just that simple contact sent a thrill up his spine. "Just hear me out, okay? Say this was a buddy movie. You know how there's that moment in all buddy movies where you think that maybe there's something more going on between the two guys, but then they cut to a chase scene and you forget about it? So I'm gonna kiss you again, and if you hate it we'll just pretend they cut to the chase scene."
Before Dewey could respond Randy's mouth was pressed against his again, lips parted just enough to taste Coke and sweet. He pressed instinctively closer, one hand landing on Dewey's knee to brace himself and the other on Dewey's shoulder. Dewey let out a muffled 'mmm' against his mouth, his hand sliding into Randy's hair to tilt his head a little and just like that their mouths were fitted perfectly together.
And Gale Weathers was officially the dumbest woman alive, because she'd had all this and she'd walked away from it. She'd had this mouth, and these strong hands, one still in his hair and the other flat against the small of his back, pulling him closer until he was practically on top of Dewey. Dewey whose tongue was pressing past his lips, pushing his mouth open to slide inside and then Randy moaned, the sound swallowed by the kiss. And he knew there was no way he'd ever be able to forget this, no way he'd ever be able to go back to being friends no matter what he'd promised just a few seconds ago, but then Dewey pulled back to grin at him and he had the feeling he wouldn't have to.
"So?"
"So I think this scene stays in the movie."
You know what my big problem is? As soon as I envision a story, the entire universe around it overwhelms me until I'm drowning in visuals, and I'm greedy so I want to write it all. Picking and choosing what to tell and what to leave out doesn't even enter my mind, because I want to see and hear and feel everything. If I could just learn to choose more carefully (or at all), I wouldn't end up with all these giant, endless projects on my hands.
Anyway. Scream fic, and I doubt I'll ever write these two again, but it was an interesting experiment.
It didn't take long for things to go back to normal. Well, mostly normal. Half the senior class was dead, and that was a little hard to get used to, but they got a new principal and the curfew was lifted and it wasn't long before all the press packed up and left town. Including Gale Weathers - she couldn't get out of town fast enough once the excitement died down.
Randy wasn't surprised that she ditched Dewey so fast. In fact, the only one who seemed surprised was Dewey, and after a couple days of righteous indignation even he seemed sort of resigned to the inevitability. And it really was inevitable, because Dewey was just like Randy. A little older, sure, and he got to carry a gun to work, but other than that they were practically the same person.
They were the nice guys, the ones girls went to when they needed to complain to somebody about their boyfriends. 'Loser' was the word Stu would have used, and sometimes that was how Randy felt. He knew he was never going to get Sidney to go out with him, anyway, and no matter how much Dewey wanted it to happen, Gale Weathers wasn't going to come breezing back into his life.
Which was how they ended up stuck with each other. At first it was sort of about Sidney - Randy hung out with her, and Dewey was always around making sure she was okay. Then Sidney sort of dropped out of the picture - he had a feeling being around Dewey reminded her too much of Tatum - and then it was just Dewey and him.
He didn't expect Dewey to stick around. Randy was a few years younger than him, after all - okay, eight years, but Dewey didn't seem to care. In fact, he seemed sort of grateful for the company, and as long as he wanted to keep coming around Randy wasn't going to ask why. Besides, Dewey didn't really seem to have any friends his own age, not the other cops on the force or even any of his old high school friends. Randy had a feeling that had something to do with the fact that he still lived at home - he'd wondered once or twice if that was the reason Gale left so fast, too, but he didn't bring it up. He didn't want to embarrass Dewey, and he definitely didn't want to do anything that might make Dewey rethink their friendship.
Because they were friends - sort of, anyway, and Randy kind of liked hanging out with Dewey. He was funny, he liked the same movies as Randy, he had a great laugh and an even better smile. So what started out as an unlikely friendship had developed into kind of a crush, and even if it was just as hopeless as his crush on Sidney, Randy wasn't ready to give it up. He knew nothing was ever going to come of it, but he wasn't too proud to pass up the chance to hang out with Dewey.
Which was the reason he was sitting in Dewey's parents' living room on a Saturday night, pretending to watch Aliens for the fourteenth time when what he was really doing was watching Dewey. He watched Dewey watching the movie, watched the way his pupils dilated whenever something scary happened. He watched the way Dewey's throat worked when he took a sip of one of the Cokes he'd brought from the kitchen, watched his hand gripping the can just a little harder when one of the aliens popped up from nowhere.
It was cute, not that Randy would ever admit that. But he liked watching Dewey, liked watching his reactions to a movie Randy could have recited from memory if Dewey asked him to. But he didn't tell Dewey that, because the fact was that even after everything that happened with Billy and Stu, Dewey rented horror movies because he thought Randy would like them. And granted, he got the alien movies instead of anything featuring half-naked teenagers, but that was just fine with Randy. He didn't care what they watched, as long as Dewey wanted him around.
He'd never kissed another guy before. He'd never kissed a girl, either, but he was pretty sure he'd like both. And maybe he was just keeping his options open, but even if he wasn't technically bi, there was a part of him that really, really wanted to lean in and kiss Dewey. Just to see what he'd do. Only Randy was pretty sure he knew what would happen, because even if Dewey turned out to be into guys, he was still hung up on Gale.
Not that Randy could really blame him. She was hot, even he could see that. Hot and sort of famous, kind of a bitch but Randy knew some guys liked that. Stu, for instance, and plenty of other popular guys just like him who could have pretty much any girl they wanted. Only Dewey wasn't one of those guys - Dewey was just like Randy, and he still didn't get what Gale Weathers had been doing with Dewey in the first place.
"Are you okay?"
The sound of Dewey's voice jolted him out of his reverie, and he grinned self-consciously when he realized he'd been staring. "Yeah, fine. Just thinking about something."
"What?"
"Huh?"
Dewey rolled his eyes at that, but he was smiling, and Randy was glad he was sitting down. "Dude, you're seriously out of it. What were you thinking so hard about?"
Just for a second Randy thought about telling him the truth. He thought about showing him, leaning in for that kiss just to see what Dewey would do. But before he could humiliate himself and ruin everything he shook his head, glancing at the TV for a second before he answered. "I was just thinking about Gale."
"What about her?"
He managed not to wince at the edge in Dewey's voice, but he could have kicked himself for saying that name, because they still had two more movies to watch, and if he wasn't careful Dewey was going to make up some excuse and kick him out as soon as the first one was over. "I was just thinking…she doesn't really seem like your type."
Dewey's laugh was just a little bitter around the edges, and Randy wished all over again he'd never brought up that name. He couldn't take it back now, though, and there was a part of him that kind of wanted to hear what Dewey had to say.
"My type? Since when do I even have a type?"
"Everybody's got a type, man. I just always figured yours would be a little less…"
"Bitchy?"
He couldn't help laughing at that, but Dewey was laughing too so Randy was pretty sure he wasn't about to get kicked out of the house. "That's one way of putting it."
Dewey shrugged and turned back to the movie, and just for a second Randy thought maybe he wasn't going to say anything else. Then he cleared his throat and glanced over at Randy, holding his gaze for a long moment before he answered. "She was interested. That's pretty much my type."
And okay, now he felt really bad for bringing it up, because Dewey looked so…defeated, and it was all Randy's fault. Only he knew exactly how Dewey felt, and if they were this much alike so far, maybe there were other things they had in common too. He didn't let himself think about it before he leaned in, closing the distance between them to press his lips to the corner of Dewey's mouth. He knew if he parted his lips he'd taste Coke and popcorn butter, but before he got the chance Dewey was scrambling backwards.
He didn't stand up, though - he only moved back far enough to look at Randy, eyes wide and okay, he looked a little freaked out, but he wasn't running away or throwing Randy out, and that was a good sign.
"What are you doing?"
"What, was it that bad?" Randy asked, forcing what he hoped was a non-threatening grin.
"No…I mean…" Dewey stammered, eyes still wide and even in the dim light from the TV Randy could tell he was blushing. "Randy, man, you're…in high school."
"Relax, I'm eighteen. My birthday was two months ago."
And he was pretty sure his age wasn't the only problem Dewey was having with this whole thing, but he wasn't going to let the other man use that as an excuse. If Dewey was going to reject him he was going to have to do it the hard way, just like Gale had done before she left town. Only he knew Dewey would never be mean about it - he was way too nice for his own good, that was his whole problem.
"Yeah, but you're still…and you're…" Dewey trailed off, gesturing vaguely in the direction of Randy's chest.
He looked down, staring pointedly for a second before he glanced up at Dewey again. "I'm what?"
"A guy."
"Thanks for noticing."
An exasperated sigh escaped Dewey's throat, and part of Randy wanted to get up and walk out. There was another part of him that wanted to shove Dewey backwards and kiss him again, pin him down this time so he couldn't stop it until Randy really knew what it was like. But instead he just sat there, staring at Dewey and waiting for him to say…something.
A few seconds ticked by, then a few more, and Randy was starting to wonder if Dewey was okay when the other man shook his head and shifted a little on the couch. "Listen…I'm a cop. This kind of stuff…I mean not just because you're a guy. You're still in high school, and you're…well, you're a guy."
"Yeah, we covered that."
"Sorry," Dewey said, glancing up long enough to flash a crooked smile that made Randy's stomach flutter. "It's just…if this got back to anybody on the force they'd run me out of town."
He was still blushing, carefully not looking at Randy and that was enough to let Randy know Dewey had thought about this before. He wasn't sure if Dewey had thought about it with him, but he'd thought about it, and that was all Randy cared about. "I'm not gonna tell anybody."
"It's a small town. And it took me forever to get people to forget those stupid rumors from high school…"
"What rumors?" Randy interrupted, their not-quite-kiss forgotten momentarily because Dewey was blushing even harder now. "What happened in high school?"
"Nothing. It was just one stupid kiss. I don't even know how anybody found out about it."
"With who?" Randy asked, and that definitely wasn't jealousy making his voice rise an octave.
"Shh," Dewey hissed, glancing over his shoulder in the direction of his parents' room. They'd been in bed for an hour already and Randy was positive they couldn't hear anything, but he nodded anyway and leaned a little closer when Dewey's voice dropped to a whisper. "Josh Byer, in the locker room after basketball practice. And he kissed me."
"But you liked it."
"I was flattered," Dewey said, glancing up at Randy and when their eyes met Randy's heart skipped a beat. "I thought…I don't know what I thought."
"You figured if he was interested, what the hell."
"I guess so." Dewey glanced up, grinning self-consciously and Randy couldn't help smiling back.
"So would it help any if I said I was interested?"
"Randy…"
He held up a hand before Dewey could get any further than his name, fingers pressed to Dewey's lips and he was so screwed if just that simple contact sent a thrill up his spine. "Just hear me out, okay? Say this was a buddy movie. You know how there's that moment in all buddy movies where you think that maybe there's something more going on between the two guys, but then they cut to a chase scene and you forget about it? So I'm gonna kiss you again, and if you hate it we'll just pretend they cut to the chase scene."
Before Dewey could respond Randy's mouth was pressed against his again, lips parted just enough to taste Coke and sweet. He pressed instinctively closer, one hand landing on Dewey's knee to brace himself and the other on Dewey's shoulder. Dewey let out a muffled 'mmm' against his mouth, his hand sliding into Randy's hair to tilt his head a little and just like that their mouths were fitted perfectly together.
And Gale Weathers was officially the dumbest woman alive, because she'd had all this and she'd walked away from it. She'd had this mouth, and these strong hands, one still in his hair and the other flat against the small of his back, pulling him closer until he was practically on top of Dewey. Dewey whose tongue was pressing past his lips, pushing his mouth open to slide inside and then Randy moaned, the sound swallowed by the kiss. And he knew there was no way he'd ever be able to forget this, no way he'd ever be able to go back to being friends no matter what he'd promised just a few seconds ago, but then Dewey pulled back to grin at him and he had the feeling he wouldn't have to.
"So?"
"So I think this scene stays in the movie."