Trustworthy?

**Disclaimer**
Alas, I do not own Freddy Krueger or anything related to A Nightmare on Elm Street. :: Frown.


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It was a party on Elm Street. Of course she wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to be known, seen, or even liked. She was never the best at making friends, but she couldn’t help the way she was raised.

“Fuck ‘em.”

“What?”

Olivia broke away from her bored stupor, words that floated through her mind suddenly spoken by someone other than herself. She turned in his direction, canting her head.

“Keenan?”

He appeared tense, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. Only moments later did she realize that he was using the phone. She faced forward, lowering her head, disappointed and embarrassed. “Probably talking to his girlfriend,” she thought.

Twenty minutes into the party and Keenan was nowhere to be found. She brought it upon herself to take a short break from the musical vibrations and rhythmic grinding. Winding up the staircase, slipping past intertwined couples, she made her way to the door at the end of the hall. Olivia peered inside, and instead of finding the expected sex scene, she came upon none other than Keenan, sitting at the foot of the bed with an empty Corona in his sweaty hand.

“…Hey.”

“She broke up with me. Pregnant with some other fucker’s kid.”

She hadn’t a response for that one. All she could do was nod, cursing her lack of social skills.

“Sucks.”

“Damn right it sucks.”

He rose the bottle to his lips, making an attempt to savor a final drop, but to no avail. The bottle was violently discarded.

“Sorry…”

“Yeah.”

She winced at his lack of emotion. She knew the whole thing had hit him hard--knew he cared about that bitch more than anything, more than her. Keenan stood abruptly, startling her as he made his way over to the mini-bar. “Want a drink?” he asked dryly. “S-sure.” She sat where he had previously been located, sheepishly tucking her hands into her lap.

“So you’re new around here. Don’t suppose anyone has told you about the curse yet.” He knew she was new to Springwood; it became obvious that he had perhaps had more than that one Corona. Though, something struck her as odd about his choice of conversation.

“Curse? Oh come on, spare me the bullshit, Keenan.” She was intrigued, realizing that her refusal would just make him speak more; she enjoyed his voice immensely as it was, drunkenly slurred or not. He shook his head, though being sure to keep her drink-in-the-making hidden.

He spoke, breaking the silence whilst stifling the subtle plunk of the pill hitting the surface of her drink. “It’s not bullshit. Some ass named Freddy Krueger--or some shit like that. He lived around here, killed a bunch of kids til the parents set fire to his house. Now he kills ‘em in their sleep. Lotta good that did. Fucked up shit.” He handed her the glass, though continuing to make conversation in hopes of keeping her from examining her tainted drink.

“I don’t guess I should have told you, but I have to remember you’re not a kid, so I guess it doesn’t matter.” He returned to the bar, grabbing his own drink and raising it to the ceiling. “A toast--to being just out of reach.” She didn’t speak, yet raised her glass, hiding a frown.

She was still sixteen. Was telling a little white lie such a horrible thing?

Olivia took it upon herself to down the entire drink, hoping the shock would break the concentration from her mistake. It didn't take long before she was able to feel the effects.

She crawled up onto the bed, snuggling her face into the pillows, “I’m just gonna take a short nap, Keenan… Wake me up when it’s time to go.”

No response.

“Keenan!?” She lifted her head.

And was startled by the results.


**On To Chapter 2: Surprise! Please R*Š¨ *