I'm not the only one in my reflection.

Part eleven

Katherine, on her way to the party, stopped at the store and bought several packages of beer, parked near Amber's house and got out of her brother's former car, now owned by herself, noticing how a group of teenagers entered her girlfriend's house.

Amber was standing on the porch, greeting the first guests of her party, held in memory of Wes, in fact, his wake. But most people didn't even know Wes, and they just came here to get drunk.

— Baby. — Freeman smiled at her girlfriend, clearly in a good mood, but raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw Murphy's appearance and slowly scanned her body, lingering on one particular detail. — You look...

— Is it fresh? In a different way? — The girl prompted, even prettily twirled with a wide smile in front of the brunette.

— Like Macher. — Amber finished, taking a closer look at the shorter, slightly below the shoulders, previously red hair, which was now its native dark color, and the clothes ... a beige sweatshirt and dark trousers.

— Really? Did my uncle look like this when he and Billy Loomis massacred right in this house? — Katherine blinked in unnatural surprise before grinning. — I didn't know. I just took the first clothes that came to hand. — She paused for a few seconds, taking a cursory look at the girl's outfit in front of her. — You look amazing too. I like the hairstyle and the jacket. — The brunette swallowed the treacherous bile that rose in a lump across her throat. A voice in her head whispered that she had no right to say these words, because she no longer loved the girl to whom she had said them.

— Of course. — Freeman narrowed her eyes at Murphy before she smiled broadly herself. She had a strange look when she looked more closely at the appearance of the former redhead, it was not love, definitely not, something else.

— Not everyone has come yet. — Amber took the beer packages from her girlfriend's hands and took them to the kitchen, where she casually threw them on the table with the rest of the pile of alcohol.

— Is Mindy, Chad or Liv here?

— Not yet. — Freeman seemed encouraged, as if something had happened or was about to happen that she would definitely really like. — But the people are already gathering, so they will come soon.

— By the way, do you remember we saw my mother's car when you took me to my motorhome? Get ready, I'm going to tell you something that shocks you more than me looking like a female version of Stu Macher. My mother, who, as you remember, is a fucking talented actress, because all my life she played a stone boulder that has nothing to do with her children, all so detached and indifferent, talked to me! She spoke on her own, first, without my handout, as it was before.

Amber mumbled as a sign that she had heard her girlfriend, looking around. — But why did you suddenly want, for example, to return your native hair color? — Freeman said and caught Murphy's attention, who had already opened a can of beer and taken a few sips, with an interesting choice of words.

— I can't even explain it properly. I think those two Ghostface attacks that I was involved in changed something in me. Mindy told me that, like Sam, I can be a star because of my connection with Stu and Sidney. So I decided to just become as similar as possible to the person I am compared to and well, hope that I will survive act three.

— Act Three. — Amber murmured in an intrigued voice and looked straight into her girlfriend's eyes. — You look very hot, baby, finally accepting your nature, your true form. — Having said that, the brunette kissed the former redhead on the cheek and went to the front door to greet some more students who had arrived at the party arranged for Wes. — I'll find you later. Let's go upstairs to my bedroom, is there something I'd like to discuss?