[ BEWARE ! cheating ! poorly-written smut ! you have been forewarned. ]
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I'M IN CONTROL, BABY GIRL, NOT YOU.
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☆︎ SEPTEMBER 26TH, 1996 ☆︎
The only reason Dewey even drove off, leaving Indiana alone on the Loomis' front porch, was because Billy's truck was parked in the driveway, meaning Indiana wouldn't be left alone. She waved goodbye at them before facing the door, moving to knock.
But then she looked over at her house and hesitated. The sun was still up, but that also didn't mean anything given how Sidney was attacked in the bathroom at school.
"Just gonna grab clean clothes," she said to herself, shrugging.
It only took a few seconds to jog to her own house and let herself inside. Indiana moved quickly, knowing Billy was waiting for her. She tossed her clothes from the night before at Tatum's in her hamper and then grabbed some fresh ones, shoving them in her bag. Then Indiana was leaving as soon as she arrived, booking it for the front door.
Until the phone rang.
Indiana came to a halt and clenched her eyes shut, listening to the ringing. "Don't pick up. Do not pick it up, Indiana," she muttered to herself. "Don't, don't, don't — oh, fuck me."
After dropping her things, she stomped toward the phone in the kitchen. She let out a few more curses, because honestly, what were the odds of it being anyone but him? Then she reluctantly picked up the phone.
"Hello?" she asked, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her tone.
"Hi there, Indiana," the now familiar, gravely— and admittedly, still attractive — voice greeted her.
"Three days in a row. I'm touched," Indiana said flatly.
Ghostface chuckled lowly. "I guess I just can't stay away from you, Baby Girl."
Indiana leaned forward against the kitchen counter. "Well, that answers my next question."
"And what question is that?"
"Which one you are, of course," she said, laughing humorlessly. There was silence on the other end, which had her grinning. "You both call me different things. And your friend from last night was taller — tried to hit your head and got his chest instead. He was a little clumsier too. Really easy to knock over."
"Well, maybe I got some new boots that make me taller. It's not easy to break shoes in."
Indiana couldn't help but laugh. "I'm not fucking stupid, Ghost Boy. Well, Ghost Boy Number One, I should say," she said in an almost teasing tone. Then she sighed. "Let me guess. You're in my house."
