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Rating:
Not Rated

Archive Warnings:
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major
Character Death

Category:
M/M
Fandoms:
Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Scream (Movies)

Relationships:
Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier, Minor or Background
Relationship(s), Regulus Black/James Potter,
Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes

Characters:
Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr., Ghostface
(Scream), Regulus Black, Dorcas Meadowes,
Pandora Lovegood, Emmeline Vance, Amelia
Bones, other irreverent characters

Additional Tags:
Movie: Scream (1996), Scream AU, Rosekiller
scream au, Gay Evan Rosier, Mentally ill Evan
Rosier, insane Barty Crouch Jr but he’s hot so we
forgive him, Death, Sad Ending, Cry about it (i
will be in-fact sobbing), It won’t be THAT sad yk,
Rosekiller, Fluff and Angst, Mainly angst, Slow
burn in the way that the wick is almost
extinguished, Because the candles been burning
for too long, Unrequited Bartylus, Im quite
literally insane, I write all my chapters at 3am so
shush if it doesn’t make sense, Evan is so Lana Del
Rey and mitski and Barty is so the neighbourhood
and chase altantic, And together their cigarettes
after sex, i don’t make the rules sorry they told
me themselves, I took over a year off and cut you
bitches some slack, Read my Spider-Man au I like
it better
Language:
English
Stats:
Published: 2023-03-10 Updated: 2023-07-02
Words: 37,509 Chapters: 13/15 Comments:
260 Kudos: 290 Bookmarks: 76 Hits:
8,883

Sour Lemonade
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Chapter 2: Rule 2: Don’t do

drugs
Notes:
Our mc’s are introduced!!
The start is so shit again bc I had
no idea how to start, but I
promise it improves (I think) (I’m
biased)

Chapter warnings:
Panic attack!!
Very very very small description of
blood
Brief mention of weed
Mentions of anxiety and paranoia

I think that’s it!

(See the end of the chapter for more
notes.)

Monday;

“Over here!” Evan hears Pandora’s voice calling

throughout the air, yelling above the noise of the
students walking by.

He turns from where he was kind of aimlessly

walking looking for his friends.

Dorcas, Pandora, and Regulus were sitting just

outside the school's courtyard, leaning against 2
walls and hidden from everyone's view. Evan sees
his friend's hand go up in the air and he waves
back, smiling to himself.

He makes his way over awkwardly avoiding

students until he’s out of the human traffic and sits
down on the grass on the second wall next to
Pandora.

He observes his friends quickly, Regulus has his

head stuck in a book as per usual, God knows how
that kid doesn’t get bullied- probably because he’s
hot, but whatever.

Dorcas has her phone in one hand, smiling down at

it- no doubt texting Marlene, and a half eaten green
apple in the other.

Pandora is eating a slice of bread with butter and

sprinkles covering the whole thing- interesting
combination but so Pandora.

And Barty is-

Barty is not here yet.

Evan finds that strange, he’s normally the first

person to pick out their spot.

“Hi.” He says a bit breathless from desperately

trying to find his friends. “Where’s Barty?”

“Hmmm.” Regulus hums. “I don’t know actually,

message him.”

“Ugh.” Evan groans. “Can someone else, I can’t be

bothered pulling my phone out of my bag.”

He flops his head down onto Pandora's shoulder,

looking down to his hand, which Pandora has taken
the liberty of drawing on.

However his relaxation is short lived as he feels a

small, hard object get thrown at his face, hitting
him right on the forehead.

“Ow- hey- what the fuck?” His hand flys up to rub

his head. Evan looks up to see Dorcas snickering at
him.

“You lazy asshole! What if Barty is on the verge of

killing himself and all he wants is his best friend to
message him.”

Evan’s mouth gapes open. “Cas, that's a horrid

thing to say.” He picks up the apple that Dorcas
used to assault him and throws it at her which she
narrowly avoids with a squeal.

Dorcas’s eyes look murderous as she grabs the

apple to plummet at Evans head. Evan is no pussy
but Dorcas’s right arm was powerful so he snatches
up his school bag and cowers behind it.

Ok. Maybe he is a pussy. But being terrified of

Dorcas is extremely valid.

“I surrender, I surrender!” He chants. “Regulus help

me.” He whines with no avail, the boy doesn’t even
lift his eyes.

“Ha!” Dorcas announces. “I win.”

“Oh really? What do you win dumbass?”.

“Um.” Dorcas thinks. “I don’t know, I just won, cry.”

Evan is about to argue back but he gets interrupted

by an all too familiar voice.

“What is Evan crying about? Why would you make

him cry, Meadows? He’s just a baby.”

Evan gumbles as Barty lays down next to him with

an over exaggerated groan. He plops his head onto
Evan's lap, and grabs Evan's hand and places it on
his head. Evan feels his breath stop but he begins
moving his hand throughout Barty’s dark brown
hair, Brushing it.

This wasn’t an unusual thing for them to do… be

overly affectionate with each other, especially for
boys. But it still made Evan’s heart skip a beat
everytime it did occur. Evan wonders if Barty is
aware of this- their comfortability with each other.
They’ve never talked about it, but how would you
bring a topic like that up?

Evan is aware of his feelings per say. He knows that

he loves Barty, that he would kill and die for him.
That he’s in love with him. However he wouldn’t say
that he had feelings for him and he doesn’t
consider it a crush, because it’s not. The term
‘crush’ could never describe what he feels for Barty.
And there was never really a period before he fell
for Barty, his affection for him was always just
there.

It confuses Evan. A lot. So he prefers not to think

about it. Which he can admit isn’t the smartest
thing but what more can you expect from a teenage
boy horrifically in love with someone he can never
be with.

He doesn’t even realise that he’s zoned out until

Barty sits up from his lap.

“Huh?” He mummers, jerking his head towards the

other boy. “What happened?”

Barty smiles at him, still not moving from where

their faces were inches apart.

“We were talking about the murder that happened

last night. Emmeline Vance, you knew her right?”
He turns his head to Dorcas, finally moving away
from in front of Evan and instead choosing to lean
his head against the wall. Evan can feel their
shoulders pressed together.

“Eh, kinda, we sat together in history together

sometimes when both our friends were away.”

“Wait,” Evan shakes his head in shock. “Murder?”

“Yeah, you didn’t watch the morning news?” Barty

turns to look at him again. “Vance got gutted up
real good, they say that her parents found her
hanging from a tree… hung by her own intestines.
Police are completely lost with who did it, but
supposedly the killer was wearing a white ghost
face while doing it so that’s what the media is
calling them.”

Pandora’s nose scrunches. “That’s disgusting, I

hope they catch whoever did it and let them rot in a
jail cell.”

“Yeah same.” Barty says.

But wait.

Evan could swear that he wasn’t being sincere. He

known Barty since he was 5, he knew when he was
being honest, and this… just wasn’t it. When Barty
is being sincere, his eyebrows either raise or crease
together, he will avoid eye contact for a few
seconds before connecting with the other person,
and he will often suck on his bottom lip.

And yes- he just did all this but there was

something in his eyes…

Evan doesn’t know why he’s overthinking this so

much. It really doesn’t matter. Besides he’s always
been quite morbid and into true crime shit like this,
probably would just rather have the murderer be
more accessible to the media.

“You know.” Dorcas breaks Evan’s train of thought.

“Regulus would make a really good serial killer,
Barty too actually, they would have half the town's
throat slit within a day if they teamed up.”

Well that statement isn’t helping Evan’s paranoia.

Barty smirked, oh so evilly. “Oh yeah? How do you

know we aren’t the killers, everyone knows rule
number one of a horror movie is never to trust the
best friends.”

“Pleaseee, first this isn’t a horror movie.” She rolls

her eyes. “Second Regulus would never want to
disappoint mummy dearest and Barty… actually you
have no reason to not be the killer. Except that
Evan might be mad if you are.”

“I would be too! Please don’t be the killer Barty.”

Pandora pleads, looking half serious and half not.

Barty leans over Evan and he takes the chance to

breathe him in, the smell of cologne feels like a
whiff of fresh air, Evan could lean forward right now
and let his lips touch those tan cheeks. The urge is
almost too overwhelming.

He can’t tell if he’s thankful or not when all Barty

does is scuffles up Pandora's hair with his hand,
announcing that he is in fact not the killer and even
if he was Evan could never be mad at him.

Evan frowns. “I’ve gotten mad at you plenty of

times.”

“Have you though?” The boy challenges him.

“ Yes .” He emphasises. “Just last week I yelled at

you for getting me Saturday detention.”

“Yeah but straight after you rolled your eyes and

asked to race me to the car park.”

“I- that still counts!”

“Ehh not really but whatever makes you sleep at

night.” Barty pats his head like he’s a small child.

Evan opens his mouth to disagree but decides to

just glare at him. At least now he has a reason to
stare.

“So they really don’t know who did it?” Regulus

pips up no doubt sick of their bickering.

“Nope.” Barty pops his P. “Rumour has it that they

are putting a curfew out though if there's another
kill and they're gonna interview every kid at
school.”

Dorcas straightens out. “What? But Mary McDonald

is having a Party on Thursday for her birthday.”

Barty scoffs. “McDonald hooked up with the Vance

girl regularly, I doubt she will be hosting a party.”

“How’d you know that?” Regulus lifts his head from

his book that Evan can’t be bothered finding out the
title of.

Barty shrugs and Evan can feel his skin being pulled
up due to the friction. “Just do.”

And oh.

There it is again.

Not a lie. But not the full truth.

Theres no way Barty-

No.

No. Evan won’t even think it.

He refuses.

What would he think if his best friends considered

him to be a murderer? Even if it was just for a short
second.

Barty’s wrong, rule number one of a horror movie

should be to always trust your best friend, if you
can’t rely on the person you love most then how do
you expect to live?

He pushes his anxiety to the side, unwilling to let it

destroy his and Barty’s relationship.

“I have to go.” Regulus interrupts his thoughts. “I’m

going to try to get to history early and study for the
exam I have tomorrow.”

The shorter boy practically leaps to his feet and

awkwardly shuffles off, shoving his phone into his
pocket.

Interesting, Evan smirks to himself, completely

changing the subject of his inner dialogue. He
wasn’t entirely certain yet but he has a sneaking
suspicion that Regulus has been meeting up with
someone. In the past 2 months, he’s supposedly
had exams for maths, english, science, business,
french and now history. The man’s running out of
subjects to use as excuses.

Evan supposes that he could just be a nerd- well,

more of a nerd then he anticipated. But what kind
of cruel group of teachers would assign that many
tests in such a short period. Actually Slughorn
would but he only teaches history, thank the
heavens.

Not to mention that whenever Evan tries to call

him, the line is always busy, and it’s not because
he’s talking to Barty because he’s been having
meltdowns over it as well.

As if to prove his point, Evan begins to hear the

other boy start to whine about it and almost like
muscle memory, Evan’s hand flings up to Barty’s
mouth to cover it.

“Shut it B, you know Regulus will tell us when he’s

ready.”

Barty mumbles out some words but Evans grip on

his mouth turns his speech into muffled nonsense.

“Sorry, what was that Bartemius? Afraid I can’t

hear you.” He smirks, way too proud of himself.

“Careful he’s gonna li-“, Dorcas begins but is

promptly cut off by Evans screeching.

“Ew ew ew ew. Barty! You’re so gross.” He scolds

whilst wiping his saliva soaked hand on Barty’s
pants.

“Don’t act like you don’t love having me all over

your fingers.” Barty leans forward smiling smugly,
so close their noses are almost touching.

“Okkkk.” Dorcas stands, helping Pandora up from

her spot, where she was quite happily tying grass
together with earbuds in. “That is our cue to leave,
you must excuse me I don’t feel like vomiting
today.”

“Fuck yourself Meadows.” Barty flips her off,

grinning.

“Hmmm no thanks I’d much rather have my

girlfriend do it, I know you guys are the opposite
gender but I can give you some tips for Evan if you
would like!” She bats her eyelashes innocently.

Evan chokes on his own spit.

“Bye guys.” Pandora chirps out, still completely

unaware of her surroundings due to the
headphones now placed on her head.

“See- see ya Dora.” He barely manages to cough

out.

Evan keeps his head turned to the backs of his

friends for as long as possible- hoping to get rid of
the blush he knew was plaguing his face.

“So, I was planning on skipping the next period and

smoking behind the art block. Wanna join?”

He turns to Barty only to find him standing up and

facing away from Evan, looking at a group of girls
in the year level above them.

Oh.

“Uh, sure. What do we have next anyway?” He

questions, hoping to rid the air of the obvious
awkwardness. Knowing that Barty reacts like this
when the topic of them sexually is brought up was
upsetting to say the least, which is odd because he
has no problem flirting with Evan, but the second
someone else brings it up he gets all weird about it.

He knows Barty can’t be homophobic per say

because he’s friends with 1 very openly gay friend-
Dorcas, and an not so openly gay friend- which is
Regulus of course. And most people are pretty
accepting nowadays, it is almost the 21st century
after all. But perhaps Barty is just homophobic
towards the idea of them. Evan thinks there's some
kind of word for it… intersomething homophobia.

“We had science, which is all good because we are

both way ahead of that.”

“Ok, lemme just-“, but Barty is already gone

around the corner, leaving Evan to quickly clear up
his stuff and attempt to catch up.

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆

Evan moves away from his desk, finally closing his

laptop that had his history assignment open on it
for the last 2 hours. His fault for leaving at the last
minute to start it he supposes.

He flops on his bed and closes his eyes for a

minute, his brain is so exhausted from researching
that he's debating skipping a shower and just going
to sleep.

He decides that he wouldn’t be very hygienic to

sleep under his covers still covered in the germs
from school but before he can reductively get up
from where he just laid down, his phone begins
ringing.

A gush of anxiety goes down his spine and he

stares at Barty’s number on the screen. The cause
of this anxiety? He can't say. Their little awkward
spiff earlier today had been resolved after a shared
weed spliff and a discussion about rather it would
be more painful to kick your toe on a corner of a
hard object to the point of it breaking or to be stuck
in Slughorns classroom with him for 4 days with no
way out, no way to kill yourself and be forced to
listen to him talking non stop and only be able to
eat the food he packed in his lunch. In the end they
choose the 2nd option as the most painful.

So why does he feel his breath quickening as he

picks it up.

“Turn around.” A soft voice tainted with wickedness

whispers in his ear.

Evan whips his head around to face the open

window facing his back, a scream leaving his mouth
as he takes in the white deformed mask looking in.

He scrambles back falling off his bed panic rising in

his lungs as he lays on the floor.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Boo!” Barty’s face pops up from above his bed,

holding the mask in his hands.

“Cool right? I grabbed one from the store just

before they took them down, cause you know the
killer is said to be wearing one.” He examines the
mask taking in the smooth white surface, with an
almost idolising expression on his face.

Evan’s breath doesn’t slow down.

“Woah Evan it’s me. Barty. Are you good?” A

concerned expression comes over his face, staring
at the boy below him as he climbs down from the
bed and sits on Evan’s right side.

He attempts to take Evan in his arms but the boy

flinches away.

“Evs, it's ok. Ghostface isn’t here, I’m not

Ghostface, you can trust me.”

A blatant lie.

Too bad Evan wasn’t paying attention.