The Summer of '97 | Billy Loomis x (OC) - Stu Macher x (OC) !!!ON HOLD!!!

Chapter Three

The following day we were up and shopping. And I mean up. I was rushed out of bed and out the door by 9. Billy was applying for a job officially, and his interview started at 10, leaving Stu and me to do whatever until he was done.   

We arrived at a Texas Roadhouse, not far from Billy, and headed inside. "Welcome to Texas Roadhouse! How many are in your party?" A male asked at the front counter. "Just 2," his hand crept slowly to mine, and he squeezed it. The guy led us to a booth in the back of the restaurant. 

I began looking at the menu and decided to go with something simple. "So how are you feeling about Tennessee?" He asked sitting his menu down and leaning forward on his elbows. "It's great so far, I'm just worried that I'm gonna get homesick. I've never been this far away for this long." I laughed. 

"This is a new start, a new us, we can't give this up..." He reached a handout and grasped mine. "...and I'm sorry California ended that way, but Tennessee is just beginning." 

Our waiter walked up with a smile on his face. "Hey guys, my name's Mickey, I'll be your server today, is there anything I can get you started on?" Stu asked for a coke, while I asked for a root beer. 

He nodded and wrote it down on a notepad. "Any appetizers?" Stu spoke for me, "Nope, just gonna skip to entrees." Mickey looked over at me to get my order and wavered. Stu seemed to notice this, as he sat straighter, and his brows furrowed. "A-are you two ready, or do you need another minute?" 

"Yeah give us about 5 more minutes, then we should be ready." Mickey nodded and walked off to get our drinks. "What's this about?" I asked mimicking Stu's posture. "Did you not see how he looked at you?" I sat back puzzled. "I saw him pause?" Stu nodded. "Yeah! He looked like he wanted to devour you!" I laughed. "Stop, we're about to eat! And maybe he just noticed us from the news! The Woodsboro shit is everywhere."

Stu huffed. "Sure..." I rolled my eyes not wanting to cause a scene in the restaurant.

Mickey came back to take our orders and handed us our drinks. I ordered a 6 oz. with a side of seasoned rice, and Stu ordered an 8 oz. with steak fries, and a baked potato.

We were left alone again. "So, how are you taking everything?" He asked leaning his head on his hand. "What do you mean?" I asked leaning back in my seat. "The relationship, Tennessee, media, whatever you want..." He reached out for my hand once more. I gladly excepted it. "Well the relationship is confusing at times, I feel like I'm betraying one of you if I don't give out equal attention. I don't know, I'm just not used to this kind of thing."

He nodded. "Well, we aren't going to criticize you for hanging out with one of us more than another, I mean you are dating both of us at the same time, so it is going to get complicated, but that's okay!" He continued to wear that big goofy smile. I smiled and rubbed my face. "Yeah, but the media only knows about Billy and me, so I'm not able to do much with you in public," I shrugged.

His eyebrows raised. "Oh? You want to do stuff in public?" My face fell a deep shade of red and I covered my face. "No!" I laughed. He opened his mouth, letting his tongue drop out with a laugh. 

Our food came back quickly, and Mickey handed us our designated plates. "Have you gotten a letter from Windsor yet?" Stu asked as he grabbed his fork. "Not yet, but my mom told me she'd call me as soon as it came in."

"You guys are going to Windsor?" Mickey asked. "Yes, or at least applied," Stu answered. "Oh cool, I got my letter last week, what are you guys going for?" I turned to Stu. He seemed a bit jealous but kept his cool. "I'm gonna shoot my shot in theatre, but if not then I'm gonna work on criminology. Stu over here is going into photography." 

Mickey nodded. "I'm going into film," I nodded. "That's nice! I have a friend going into film as well, his name's Randy, you may have that with him!" Mickey nodded. "Hey, why don't I get your number, and we can hang out before this school year starts, that way we at least know another person going to that school?" Stu asked Mickey.

Mickey nodded with a smile. We exchanged numbers on napkins, and Mickey left. Stu seemed excited, almost too excited. "What are you thinking about?" I asked him while digging into my food.

"Nothing much... Just all the possible ways to kill that motherfucker."

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