Tear You Apart || Billy Loomis & Stu Macher ✓

𝟷𝟺| 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

"So, what sort of movie are you thinking of getting?" You asked, sipping the iced coffee you begged Stu to buy you. It was essential. You could barely keep your eyes open after getting little to no sleep the past two nights.

"A scary movie." Stu grinned while opening the door to the video store for you.

"Vague, but okay." You chuckled and quietly thanked him before walking inside.

On your right, you spotted Randy speeding down the aisles with a movie cart. You stifled a laugh as he nearly ran into a customer, who gave him a dirty look.

Stu glanced to you with a wicked glint in his eyes before sneaking up behind Randy.

"Oh!" He knocked the stack of movies out of Randy's hand just as he was about to put them away. Stu giggled as he moved to stand on the other side of the shelf.

Randy looked unimpressed. "Dork."

You rolled your eyes at Stu's childish antics as you went to help Randy pick them up.

"Jesus, this place is packed tonight, man." Stu said, looking around at all the customers.

"We had a run in the mass murder section," Randy said, amused. He then took the VHS cases from you and began to stock the "Top Hits" section.

Stu leaned his forearms atop the white shelf. "You coming to my fiesta?"

"Yeah, I'm off early. Curfew, y'know."

You moved out of the way as some girl came over to ask Randy about some video. "What's that werewolf movie with E.T.'s mom in it?"

"The Howling," Randy answered, pointing behind her. "Horror section, straight ahead."

"Okay, thanks." She said, spinning on her heel.

You damn near choked on your coffee as you spotted Billy in that exact aisle. He was chatting it up with two giggling girls, obviously flirting with them.

"Oh, now that's in poor taste," Randy commented, noticing him too.

"What?" Stu asked, observing the scene. You tried your best to withhold a scowl as you looked away, moving to stand beside the tall boy.

"If you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath, would you be standing in the horror section?" Randy questioned.

"Nope." You shook your head, feeling a bit petty as you took another sip of your coffee.

"It was just a misunderstanding. He didn't do anything." Stu insisted, looking to you for backup. You only gave a small shrug.

"You're such a little lapdog," Randy argued, glancing at Billy again. "He's got "killer" printed all over his forehead."

"Ohhh-kay," Stu exaggerated his voice, and you couldn't help but snicker at him. "Really? Well, why did the cops let him go, smart guy?"

"Because obviously, they don't watch enough movies. This is standard horror movie stuff." Randy said, his movie-geek side making an appearance.

"Randy, don't start with that." You sighed, yet he was adamant about his opinions. "Dewey said his phone records were clean."

"Who knows, maybe he had another cell. His old man could certainly afford it." Randy countered. "It's Prom Night revisited, man!"

"Yeah?" Stu raised his brows, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. "Why would Billy want to kill his own girlfriend?"

"There's always some stupid, bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend," Randy said matter-of-factly. You concealed your smile with your hand as the woman in the section behind him looked disturbed by his words. "That's the beauty of it all, simplicity."