Shrill *VERY unholy version*

Chapter 9

I made sure to lock my doors and windows three different times tonight. He wasn't getting in, whoever the stalker is. Then I sat by the phone and waited. If it's Billy then he'll want to scare me again tonight, after everything that was said today. All today was to him was a big game. I thought about my talk with Randy in his car.

"Thank you, Randy." I looked over at him.

"Yeah, no problem. I don't mind taking you home if you want me to start doing it more often." He patted my knee comfortingly.

"I meant for everything today. Inviting me to sit with your friends, listening to my sob story." I said.

"I don't deserve all the credit. I invited you this morning and for the ride, but it was Billy who asked if you would join us for lunch." Randy said.

"Billy?" I asked shocked.

"Yeah, it was kind of weird, I won't lie." Randy kept his eyes trained on the road, but he looked like his gears were turning and he wanted to ask a question.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Is Billy the secret lover you keep talking about? You can trust me, I won't go babbling to Sidney, I wouldn't hurt her like that. It's just you two keep sharing looks of malice, like both of you are scorned lovers and him inviting you was a way to stick it in your face that you'll-" He was getting more and more into this movie sounding drama.

"Ok, Randy! I get it." I interrupted him.

"Sorry." It was silent for a moment as we thought of our next words carefully. "So, is he your ex-lover?" He asked again.

"Me and Billy? Never. We just hate each other, that's all. He's crazy and he's mad that I can tell he's crazy." I cleared up any other confusion.

"Oh, well, I can tell too... if that makes you feel better." Randy said nonchalantly. "But what gave it away to you?"

"It's just rumor so far, so don't go saying anything." I started. Randy nodded his head in agreement. "I think he's the one that called me last weekend."

"You think Billy is the creepy stalker caller?" Randy asked pulling into my driveway.

"Yeah, it just makes sense. Something he said reminded me of my conversation with the stranger." I spoke. "It's not exactly evidence but I'm sure he's the stalker."

I found it odd that anyone would think I'd fuck Billy over Stu but then again, that's the usual preference, I guess.

"Hey, you ready for bed?" Randy asked coming down the stairs. When I invited him to stay, he probably thought I'd be fucking him right about now. Not that I'd be using him as my bodyguard.

"Yeah, just give me another minute." I looked back to the phone. I bit my lip nervously, waiting for a call, any call. An apology, the police with a find, the stalker.

"Hey." Randy rubbed my shoulders making my head hang down followed by a moan of relief.

"Sorry." I mumbled quickly. Vulnerability is embarrassing.

"Don't be, you need to relax. If you won't sleep, then will you at least watch a movie?" Randy asked pulling me out of my seat.

"Did you bring one?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, I brought some. Who do you think I am?" He joked. "Let's see what we have here. Jaws? Basic Instinct? And a 50's classic, House on Haunted Hill.

"House on Haunted Hill. I want to hear you scream like a little girl." I challenged. I plucked the movie out of his hands and went to put it in.

"Do you still keep sweatpants in your room? Jeans aren't the most comfortable." He asked me.

"Yeah, bottom drawer, as always." I answered getting the movie set up.

When he came back down, he got the popcorn ready "Just like old times." It was like he was reading my mind. Except if that was the case, I can guarantee there are many more entertaining things to read stashed up there.

"Except now-" I pulled out my parents' secret cellar. "We can have this." I pulled out a random bottle.

"Isn't there rules to wine?" he asked.

"People break the horror movie rules all the time." I shrugged.

"Those same people never get a sequel" Despite his protests he reached for the wine glasses first so I knew he really couldn't give a shit. I poured us two big glasses each and then drank the rest on the spot.

"Woah, ok. Someone is stressed." Randy proclaimed.

"I had to." I giggled. "What do you think would happen if my parents came home to their wine in the fridge?" I asked.

"What are they going to do when they find a missing bottle?" He countered.

"They'll blame me, and I'll tell them I don't know a thing about their secret stash and that they must've drank it without realizing." I eased his worries. I put a finger against his lips. "Shhh, stop worrying, everything will be fine." I said before grabbing all four glasses and setting them on the coffee table."

Two glasses of wine and most of one old movie later I was not thinking of the stalker. I was leaning against Randy. My back to his chest and his arms were lightly wrapped around my waist. I felt slightly tired, so I laid my head back against him. "Hey, don't go to sleep, this is the best part." Randy pushed my head with his shoulder, and I grumbled back. I glared at him as his eyes were trained on the TV.

"Just let me sleep." I whined.

"Shhh."

Movie Randy is the absolute worse. He does not pay attention to anyone around him and sometimes he talks during the movie. I tried several times to fall asleep until I just turned on my side facing the TV and tried that way. New problem.

I'm tipsy.

And Randy's hand is unintentionally on my ass now. My mind flooded with the things he could do to me. The obvious being he could slap my ass... stupid tipsy brain. Randy seems more like the slow sensual type. I wonder if he gets off on horror movies, on the fear. It's at that part of the movie where stuff gets real so now is as good of time as ever to find out.

"Randy~" I sang. "What's the real reason you love horror movies?" I looked at his arm and started tracing different shapes.

"Hm? I- The science behind it. You see the shadows tell most of the story...and this part, the climax some would call it, in the horror movie world it's 'the final stand'-" He trailed off and I stopped listening. Even with alcohol he's a movie geek. "But that's not what you meant." I tuned back in and whipped my head towards him.

"So, you're not as oblivious as I thought." I smirked.

"Megan, you just became single again-"

"I don't care." I straddled him and got our faces close enough our noses could touch. His breathing was shaky and now that he was hyper aware his hands were latched in a death grip on my waist.