Ghostface would be sitting on a rock by a tree..

He would be smoking a cigarette as he looked around a bit noticing it was quite dark out, usually he was always found by Michael but.. He wasn't here yet? Why..

I had sat back and looked up at the moon as my hands and mask were covered in blood from my recent victims.

Michael- had come over and swept need off my feet as he lifted up his mask and kissed me passionately and deeply on my lips. I kissed back but, why would he kiss me? I'm absolutely worthless and useless! No one cares about me except you,. Why? What's so special about me?..

He had grabbed my waist and pinned me against the tree.. Some blood dripping from Michaels hands too, it didn't matter..

He continued to kiss him, making sure to be gentle with him, but also making sure he's enjoying that kiss..

If he didn't enjoy the kiss, that's on him.. But usually he always loved and enjoyed Michaels kisses, he was basically just high heels in love with Michael. Sometimes he couldn't take his eyes off him even if he wanted to.. He didn't.