"Everyone is a suspect until proven innocent. (Y/n), don't let your mind be fogged by a dream that might not be reality."- Randy Meeks
10
Today Randy Meeks was officially (Y/n)'s hero. Not only did she get to hang out with him in the Blockbuster listening to him rant about the sucky horror movies he had to recommend to the elderly, but he had also treated her to ice cream. She was currently sitting on the counter watching the boy work at a steady pace moving the cart filled with old movie tapes in every direction to fill up the counters. There was a rush crowd recently much to her dismay. The murders and attacks from the past three days have led people in a frenzy to grasp anything in regard to scary movies or horror possible. She was especially surprised with the many students she had seen this evening tonight as well.
It wasn't too long ago school was let out early due to the alleged attack of Sidney yet again in the girls bathroom on the second floor. Upon hearing this she did grow in hysterics for her friend, but was glad there were enough eyewitnesses in the courtyard to determine her innocence. After that fight with Gale she had every right to look guilty in every way possible, but many of the students did agree that Weathers went too far with publishing a dead girl's diary and providing it to the press without a warrant. The icing on the cake was Gale being arrested not too long after (Y/n) had assaulted her, apparently Autumn had called the police and said the reporter was causing the students emotional distress and wanted her removed.
It was funny, she had always thought the girl had hated her to some degree but it turns out she had the wrong idea about Jonah and her. They saw each other as brother and sister; there were no romantic feelings in sight. It took the girl losing Casey for the other to see it.
So much has happened over the past few days and it was all weighing down on her shoulders heavily. It really did feel good to let off some steam in the light of things. Like eating butterscotch ice cream. The last time she had some was last summer with Stu—.
Oh right. Stu.
The girl was still having a hard time coming to terms with what was said in Casey's dairy. Even if he was drunk and rambling as he had said, what would provoke him to even think such a thing or especially say it out loud in confidence. And the fact when it was published for the entire town to know his first instinct was to keep it from her instead of just apologizing. (Y/n) can deal with a lot of things concerning her best friends, but this hit the nail on the head. She honestly didn't know how or if it was possible to forgive Stu after this.
She loved him, wanted him. But she wasn't going to let him come back into her life that easily. That boy was going to have to crawl to get to the finish line of her forgiveness.
She looked up to see Randy helping another group of girls with their selection, one of them was laughing a bit too loud for whatever the boy said to cause such a sound. (Y/n) frowned, licking the ice cream with her eyes glinting with a foreign emotion. It wasn't but a minute before the boy looked over seeing the way she was staring at them, and man it left chills down his spine.
"I-I'm sorry," Randy cut the customer off, "Is there anything else you need, I-its really busy and I and to get back to-," He looked back over to (Y/n), paying attention to how her tongue took a long lick again of her ice cream before plump lips closed over in smooth motions. He gulped nervously, "Someone."
The girls followed his line of gaze, seeing the Afro haired girl reading from one of the movie tapes in the pile on the front counter. They just so happened to see the girl with her ice cream as well making their skin crawl with envy.
The brunette that was flirting with Randy frowned, "Isn't she busy enough with trying to come to terms with her and Stu Machers new relationship?"
The boy wiped his head over to the girl in shock.
"She has Stu Macher already. I heard that their relationship was a long time coming sort of thing and that Tatum and Casey simply got in the way."
Her other friend nodded in agreement, "there are speculation that is Casey had confessed sooner that they would've been-"
"Is there anything else you need?" Randy's voice was short and curt this time.
He of course couldn't yell or tell them to shut their damn mouths, but boy was he not going to let them have the satisfaction of making fun of his friend. The girl didn't deserve the backlash and rumors that were being caused by that Dairy, and he was sure if Casey knew about what would happen after her death the girl wouldn't have trusted her secrets to the words on the page.
The girls huffed, snatching the tape he recommended out of his hands before quickly leaving to their own devices at the other end of the store.
It was a good thing he recommended a shitty horror flick. What's the point of watching horror if you didn't want it 'too scary'. The point was to feel the thrill of jumping back in your seat, the adrenalin of not knowing that it was going to be you next, or the person beside you munching on popcorn.
"What's up with them?" (Y/n) asked smoothly.
Randy placed the cart beside her with a grimace on his face, "Just some girls who don't have manners."
The girl cocked her head to the side, not seeming convinced, " Just some girls? One seemed really interested in whatever jokes you had to offer her a few minutes ago. I'm sorry but I refuse to believe her hyena laughs were real."
The boy snorted at the girl's tone, "Keep that up and I'll start believing that you're jealous (N/n)."
The girl bit her lips nervously, "What if I am?"
(Y/n) watched as Randy paused his action with stacking the tapes on the cart. Her heart thumped widely in agitation in response. Shit. She really wasn't thinking when the question presented itself. Was it being too forward? Maybe being at work wasn't the space to-.
The girl's thoughts were cut off from a hand being placed along her thigh. Looking up the girl could see the boy's face flushed in red, however his eyes swirled with an emotion she so craved notoriously.
"Well to answer your question," The male smoothly took the girl's ice cream from her hand before giving a quick long lick on the left side-eyes never leaving hers, "You have absolutely nothing to worry about."
(Y/n) quickly closed her thigh together to get the thrum of her area to cease, that look the male had given her sent her hormones into overdrive.
"Randy do you—"
The girl's question was cut off with the sound of the store's bell going off at the front. Looking over the two teens' hearts stopped in shock from Stu Macher and Billy Loomis making their way inside the store. Randy scowled slightly, not in the mood to deal with two males whose heads were too big for their own doing.
"Won't cha look at that. Devil spawns knockin at my door," Randy sneered.
(Y/n) pursed her lips anxiously before taking a sloppy lick of her ice cream. It was a shame, things were going so well so far between her and Randy. Did Stu and Billy just have to pop up now?
The two watched as the boys made conversations here and there with a few people, probably discussing what went on in the courtyard this morning. Seeing them so carfree sent chills down her spine. How could they possibly laugh and joke around at a time like this? One was exposed for affairs with a victim and the other was accused of being a murderer. Seemed like a time to lay low rather than to draw attention to one's self.
"Now that's in poor taste," Randy huffed in agitation.
"What's not?" (Y/n) asked. The male pointed off in the two directions, specifically the horror genre. Her eyes narrowed in on Billy who was now being flirted with by two girls, making something within her stir haphazardly. It didn't feel right.
"If you were a suspect in a senseless bloodbath, would you be standing in the horror section?"
"Randy we've been over this," The girl shivered slightly, "I was there with the killer ....the bathroom was down the hall from Sid's room. Directly contradicting the theory of him being the killer, it was a misunderstanding."
Meeks looked over at the girl as if she had grown two heads, "Are you serious? He's got killer written all over his forehead! Are you forgetting his paper last year on how 'Micheal Myers Could've Gotten Away With It?'"
The girl nodded in remembrance. She was there helping the boy with the paper last spring, apparently he wanted to leave the teacher frustrated and intrigued with his paper and needed help. Billy was known for being bad at English so he relied heavily on (Y/n) for her feedback. She was there reading back to back on the first details of getting rid of body parts to planting evidence on unsuspecting victims. She asked him to tone it down-for obvious reasons.
"Yes I remember, I was the one who proofread the entire thing." Randy scoffed in response, making the girl tense slightly, " Okay D, if he really attacked us that night then why did the police let him go?"
"Because, obviously they don't watch enough horror movies," Randy starts to make his way to reshelf some of the tapes making the girl hop off the counter to follow, "This is standard horror movie stuff. PROM NIGHT revisited."
(Y/n) thought about the movie for a moment. It was true, the simplest things can lead to a murder, but she couldn't help but ask, "Why would he want to kill his own girlfriend?"
Randy laughed lightly looking at the girl sincerely. He honestly didn't wanna head down this road with the conversation about her childhood friend- especially after everything that happened this morning. But he couldn't sit there and let her intelligence be thwarted over guys who thought more with their dick than their own brain. "You know there's always the simplest bullshit (N/n). Especially when it comes to murdering your girlfriend. You know that's the beauty of it all, Simplicity. If it's too complicated you lose your target audience."
The girl pursed her lips taking it in, "So what would be Billy's reason."
Meeks paused mouth open before closing it, looking away. His stomach was in knots, he didn't want to say what he actually thought at the moment.
"What? What were you about to say?"
"Maybe..."
"Maybe?"
The male sighed, "Maybe Sidney wouldn't have sex with him."
(Y/n) turned her nose in distaste. "Randy what the fuck-"
"I'm not shaming Sid, (Y/n)! I'm not! That would be shaming you as well for being virgins, but when you look at the way he's been acting not to mention the rumors about him cheating on her. I mean come on! You know he hasn't been really faithful!"
The girl leaned against the cart, her eyes glazed over, "No I didn't, I guess I really don't know either of them after all."
Randy hesitated for a moment before placing his hand on (Y/n)'s cheek wiping the tear away before it could roll down her soft skin. "Listen (N/n), I mean it when I say that the world isn't perfect. And you can't blame yourself when people start acting differently either. " He sat down an old tape before using his other hand to place it on the other side, he was cradling her face now. "Everyone is a suspect until proven innocent. (Y/n), don't let your mind be fogged by a dream that might not be reality".She couldn't help her cheeks warming up from the intense gaze the boy was giving her, and for a moment her heart accelerated when she saw a flash of blonde with a huge pink smile. He was warm, warm like Casey.
"Randy I—"
"What are you two dorks doing?"
Randy and (Y/n) gasped and separated from their position at the voice. Stu looked at the two with a clear strained smile upon his face.
The girl's cheeks heated upon seeing Stu stand there leaning against one of the shelves filled with movies. His eyes were scanning her face looking for reactions. But she didn't give him any, he simply did not deserve the satisfaction of a simple glance from her. The memory of Casey's diary was still burning in her consciousness, and it was so hard to overlook the male in front of her and everything he did during the summer behind her back.
To her, that strike to the back of his head simply wasn't enough. He needed to hurt like she was hurting at the current moment.
"Having a moment," Randy confessed, rolling his eyes, "Something you clearly interrupted."
Stu snapped his eyes towards his friend, "Oh really now?"
"Yes, now what do you want? Haven't you done enough today?"
Macher looked back at (Y/n) taking her in. She was currently pretending to look at the movie tapes on the cart finishing off the icecream cone in hand. It was a sight he rarely got to see anymore with her enjoying sweet treats-and here she was, only the dork beside him was the one who gave it to her in the first place. A bitter swell started at the bottom of his stomach. He should've been treating her out to ice cream—but that bitch Casey had to go and mess everything up.
Billy's plan had backfired on him. He was supposed to be asking her to the party now, but how could he get over what he had just seen occur? They were about to fucking kiss from christ sake. His precious kissing someone he thought of being a good friend. Keyword , thought.
"Came over to ask you guys something about this afternoon, but you guys are now acting like me and Billy shot your dog."
"Well maybe it's because our own friend has a murderer written across his forehead lolly gagging in the horror section with two girls-while his girlfriend is freaking terrified of him." Randy snorted.
A look of disbelief ran across Stus face, "What? It was just a misunderstanding. He didn't do anything."
"You're such a little lap dog!" He retorted, "You really want to believe anything that comes out of that killer's mouth?"
"Oh-kay," Stu mocked, waving his hands around.
"You know, I honestly don't think it's Billy. "Stu muttered watching how (Y/n) shifted back and forth on her feet. "You know, I think it's her dad. Why can't they find her pops, man?"
"Because he's probably dead. His body will come popping out in the last reel somewhere! eyes gouged out, fingers cut off, teeths knocked out! See, the police are always off track with this shit. Come on, man! Just like I told (N/n), if the police had watched PROM NIGHT they'd save time." Randy huffed pushing the cart in another direction, " There's a formula to it- a very simple one. Everybody's a suspect!"
(Y/n) neared the two boys slowly taking in the crowd watching them overhearing the conversation., It was getting heated a little two fast for her liking. "Would you two keep it down...we're attracting unwanted attention."
Randy nodded, cheeks a bit red before continuing-a lot softer this time, "I'm telling you, the dads a red herring. It's Billy. There's too many positions —the father, the principal, the town derelict.."
"Which is you." Stu smiled.
Randy rolled his eyes, "The point is, while they're off investigating a dead end, Billy who has been written off as a suspect is busy planning his next hunting expedition."
(Y/n) puffed out her cheeks thinking for a moment recalling the actions of the killer that night, the one memory that she couldn't shake was the bathroom incident. Billy had never made any moves on her before-it would add up to her. "It wouldn't make sense from my experience D.....in the bathroom.."
Meeks noticed the change of tone looking back over to the girl, "What do you mean?" He searched her face for a moment before the gears started to turn. "(Y/n)...is there something about the case you didn't tell the police?"
The girl bit her lip hard looking anywhere other than the boy's eyes for the moment. She could feel Stus eyes on her, just yesterday she told the boys about lying to the police about what the killer did to her. They're her childhood friends so it was a lot easier. But could she really tell Randy about what happened?
"(Y/n)," Randy whispered gently, "Did you lie-"
"Buzz off," Stu stepped in between them, glaring at Randy slightly, "She obviously doesn't want to talk about it."
(Y/n)'s eyes widened slightly at Stu's protection, she almost expected the male to throw her underneath the bus from how she was treating him. But here he was, stepping forward and telling Randy to let go of the possibility she lied to the police about what happened in the bathroom with the killer. A part of her was fearful of how Randy would look at her after-hell she was still concerned if Billy and Stu were being truthful with no judgment being tossed her way. Afterall, so many secrets have been brought to light the past few days. How much could she really take?
Randy stiffed slightly, shifting wide eyes back and forth between the two of them letting it sink in. The male felt a bit guilty from how his tone sounded a bit ago, he didn't mean to come off as judgy. He was only looking out for her best interest.
Meeks held up his hands, giving the best soft look he could muster in the girls direction, "Hey. No judgment here. If you weren't ready to say anything then dont. But I will say that we can't run away from something that can put a possible serial killer behind bars."
"How do we know that you're not the killer?"
Randy's body shook before turning around into Stu seeing Billy laying against one of the carts he was previously working on. Of course Billy was listening in on the conversation closely from afar and only decided now to jump in. Meeks had taken it too far by questioning his girl about that night. What right did he have to know? Afterall, Stu wouldn't want a trip down memory lane with the mistake he had made with her.
"Oh..., hi Billy." Randy shifted uncomfortably. Even if the awkward boy showed to be uncomfortable, the two other males could tell he was still pissed at them from this morning.
"Maybe your movie freaked mind lost its reality button?" Billy suggested coily, "Huh? Huh, ever think of that?"
Randy laughed, shaking it off, "You're absolutely right. I'm the first to admit it! if this were a scary movie, I would be the prime suspect."
Stu cocked his head to the side, curious, "What would be your motive?"
Randy looked behind Stu to (Y/n) again who was gently directing two girls to the other side of the store towards the rom-com or history section he couldn't tell. Maybe he would have nailed it on the head if he wasn't so distracted . Her jeans lowered on her waist a bit more, showing a bit of the black lace peeking out subtly. She finished the last of the sweet treat of a cone, giving a wave goodbye to the girls as they headed off in the direction. A slow smile etched its way onto his face.
"Its nineteen ninety five-motives are incidental,but," He licked his lips as the girl pulled up her jeans-the lace disappearing underneath, "I promise my goal wouldn't have been to kill Sid, or Casey , or Steve-" He looked back at Stu and Billy whose eyes seemed to darken from the moment his eyes shifted over, "It would be to take revenge on whoever did her wrong."
Stu suddenly became red in the face, forgetting where he was he was quick to step forward-.
"I'm Back! Is there something you guys really need?" (Y/n) chirped from behind.
Randy watched Stu's expression carefully. The taller male taking a deep breath-rolling his shoulders back-exhaling then putting on his playboy award winning smile. To the average eye they wouldn't have noticed the pissed off expression a second ago, But Meeks saw it. And boy did he want to fucking run.
What the honest fuck was that?
Stu turned around to the girl, taking a movie tape from one of the shelves and messing with the spin to distract himself from the previous threat Randy had given him. "Well (N/n) in honor of school being let out early due to the killer on school grounds-"
"In honor-?"
"I'm throwing a good ole get together at my place this afternoon." His eye twitched as her eyes shifted over to Randy instead of completely focusing on him. He would have to fix that later. Patience, Patience was the key right now. "I need two horror fanatics great at movies to set the mood....and you and Randy are perfect for the job."
"What?" Randy squeaked.
Billy chuckled behind the boy amused with his fear, "What's the matter? Can't handle the thought of being around so many girls at once." The male shifted his attention back over to (Y/n) hoping to get a rise out of her about Randy. She couldn't possibly think that Meeks was just the perfect one of the group. It was taking everything out of him to not simply throw it in her face that he liked Sidney first and simply moved on once Billy started dating her. He knew she couldn't handle it, that's why he refrained from saying anything about it, but the way her eyes shifted to in a familiar way he was too quick to catch-every bit of patience and sympathy started leaving him.
She was fucking jealous of the though of females around fucking Randy Meeks. When did they fucking miss this obstacle so clearly?
"He won't have to worry about that." (Y/n) chirped lightly, she smiled at Randy placing her hands on her hips, "So what time are you picking me up?"
Randy blink, once twice, then cocked his head to the side, "What?"
She giggled, likening his nervous reaction, "What time are you picking me up? I need time to get ready, just give me an easement so I can get everything ready."
Randy went to answer only for his left arm to be gripped tightly out of view. It honestly fucking hurt and would be likely to bruise from the overwhelming pressure and force. He knew why Billy was doing this, he wanted him to reject her. To let one of them drive her to Macher place instead. But unfortunately for Billy, Randy was sick and tired of their mind games and them getting whatever they wanted.
"Be ready by seven. I'll close up shop here and pick you up shortly after," He smiled through the grip tightening, "Do I have to greet Miss Gia?"
"No, she'll be at work by then!" The boys watched as the girl gathered her backpack by the front counter before heading to the exit of the shop, "I'll see you at seven, don't be late! And don't forget the horror movie we discussed earlier!"
"Of course! I won't!"
With that the girl left out of the Blockbuster quickly and headed home.
Once he was sure the girl was fully down the block, Randy yanked his arm out of Billy's hold.
"What the actual fuck is your problem?" Randy hissed, "Both of you?"
Billy simply rolled his eyes, cracking his neck, "I don't know what you're talking about?"
Randy rolled up his arm displaying the red mark that was most definitely doing to bruise his pale skin. He couldn't believe Loomis had that much strength within him to have a grip that tight on his arm. And what mental capacity gave that psychopath the green light to even place hands on him in a public place no less.
"You were trying to stop me from taking (Y/n) to the party," Randy accused, "If you wanted her so badly you would've just just asked her out instead of going out with Sid-."
The boy cut off once more being yanked forward by his sweatshirt and held still under a venomous glare. Billy smiled at him ruefully taking in the fearful expression as if he could eat it alive through everything he did. It was moments like this that he really revel in the power being feared could give.
Stu leaned on Randy's shoulder taking in the sight of his boyfriends dominance taking effect, hopefully this time Randy would finally get the message.
"Don't get so fucking cocky with me!" Billy spat, "We're letting you have this one thing with her-but if you push it we won't be apologizing for what happens next."
"Huh?" Randy shuddered, "I don't understand. You have Sid? What does it matter to me or (Y/n)?"
Stu scoffed, losing the goofy persona for a second, "It doesn't fucking matter. It's more important that you listen carefully instead. You're picking her up from her house and bringing her to mine. No debtors, no longing glances, and most definitely no touching like whatever the fuck you were two were doing earlier."
"We see or hear that any of that-things will get ugly. Do we make ourselves clear?" Billy snarled. The other male was slow to respond making Loomis shake him in place once more, "I said, 'do we make ourselves clear?'"
"Yeah, Yeah, got it." Randy uttered solemnly.
Billy smiled, smacking the boy on the face two times, pleased. "Good Kid."