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Stu had needed a girlfriend, someone else to add to their list of victims, because no one needed to know why Billy really wanted to kill Maureen Prescott. He told himself it was only for that, but he also felt it was safer territory if the both of them had girlfriends. He knew Stu could pull it off. He noticed how he'd kiss them, hold them, so naturally, while Billy always felt clueless, out of place with Sidney. He also knew Stu could probably love a girl someday, but it wasn't what he needed. Stu needed someone to tell him what to do. Girls were too timid, too shy, all soft smiles and soft kisses. They were who he should be thinking about, but Stu- fucking Stu. He was too tall, too awkward, too hyper- too rough. Nothing like a girl. His dad would probably kill him. He'd always told-him-not-told-him he didn't like fags. Always talked about them in hushed tones (those cocksuckers), used to call Billy a pansy and a queer when he'd do something that wasn't right for a boy to do. And shit, Billy told himself he didn't care about anyone, fuck what they think, but that... that would be too much. It was sick, right? Sicker than gutting Maureen. So Billy set Stu up with Casey, and he stopped thinking about him that way. Well- tried to stop thinking about him that way. But Billy's started to think it was inevitable. All that pent up energy- it had to go somewhere. And it almost did, when they were fighting one night. "You're always telling me what to do, man, you're such a dick. Always bitching at me, and hitting me-" "Shut up." "-acting like I'm your sidekick. I come up with the plans, man." "Stu, stop," he said, actually mad now. "I'm not your fucking bitch." "Seriously, Stu, or I'll cut your fucking throat up," he replied, humming with anger. "You won't," he laughed at him, and Billy swore he saw red. He jumped on him, his weight landing on Stu's stomach resulting in a groan. He put his hands on Stu's chest to steady himself, and then leans forward a little to close to him. He quickly grabs the knife he kept in his dresser, moving it towards Stu's face. Billy traced the knife along Stu's neck in a line from his collar bone to his jaw. Then, he pressed down right underneath his chin, so that if he even do much as sneezed or tried to talk he'd find Billy's knife in his mouth. Billy grinned, anger forgotten. He had him right where he wanted. Stu wordlessly grabbed his hand, pushing it down so he could talk. "See?" That rage he had forgotten about? Oh, yeah. It was back. He pulled his hand back and pushed the tip of the knife towards Stu, right underneath his rib cage. Then Billy began to trace the knife downwards along Stu's stomach- "Woah, hey, man-" -and then further, towards his jeans. He is hyper aware of the fact he could kill Stu right now. "Billy-" Billy ignored him, pressing the knife down harder into his skin. There was actually blood now. "Jesus, fuck," he grabbed the knife, "I'm not- I'm not a fag." "The fuck did you say to me?" he asks, and he doesn't have the knife anymore, but he's still on top of him and the way he's sitting makes his weight count. "Nothing, just get off of me." "No, say it again." "Billy," he whines, and in that moment Billy knows if he pushes he can get Stu to be anything he wants him to be. "I'm not a fag," he wraps his hand around Stu's neck, pushing his head up so his neck is exposed. Stu whimpers underneath him, a noise so pathetic he wouldn't believe it came from him if he wasn't listening to it right now. "Jesus Christ, Stu," he rolls off of him in a daze. Stu lurches up, so fast he's surprised the dude didn't black out. "I've got to- I need to clean this shit up." "It's practice." "For what? We already killed her," he teased. Billy didn't answer. He didn't need to. Stu knew they were going to kill again, he'd agreed. They'd make their own slasher. Stu grabbed one of the sweaters lying on his bed and pressed it over the wound. Wound? he corrected himself, it was barely a scratch. "Do you even have hydrogen peroxide?" "Always," Stu grinned, "my dad uses it to clean the toilets." "How? Why?" he asks. Billy always forgets how normal Stu's family is. They aren't even divorced, and like, everyone is divorced nowadays. It's almost boring. Stu shrugs, still grinning that stupid grin. "I need a rag or something, damn," he murmurs, then sings, "I'm blee- din' like a virgin!" Billy is convinced he's lost it. Even more than he already has. "You know that song?" he mumbles, staring at his stomach. He shakes his head, and then asks, "where's the hydrogen peroxide? I'll get it." Anything to excuse himself from this room. "Downstairs bathroom, under the sink." After Stu cleans up the blood, and puts his clothes in the washer, he asks if Billy wants to watch a movie. Of course, Billy says yes, and Stu turns on a movie they have seen a bit less recently than the others. They sit on Stu's bed, watching as the screen flickers on. Before long, the movie is turning him on. The stalking, the stabbing, the screams. Every time the killer jumps into frame his heart starts racing faster, he can't help it, and he is acutely aware of Stu sitting so close to him in only his boxers. Sometimes he wishes he could kill Stu. He thinks about it, thinks about chasing him, pushing him down and climbing on top of him. He would gut him, or slash his throat, and maybe it would be exciting but he knows the excitement would be gone as soon as it was over with. Billy can feel his hands shaking, and he has a new fantasy; he's chasing after Stu, but this time when he catches him, he pulls him down and kisses him.