𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐫. 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

𝒔 𝒄 𝒓 𝒆 𝒂 𝒎

Billy backed into the parking spot and let you all file out of the car, Stu going to lift the trunk. 

You had got a good spot, a good distance from the screen, and it was a surprisingly warm night despite it being mid-September.

Sidney set the blanket down in the trunk and Tatum hopped in, Stu doing the same. 

"Alright, who's getting snacks this time?" Billy asked, getting out the driver's side and shutting the door.

"Not it!" Stu called, touching his nose. You, Tatum, Sidney, and Billy followed, leaving Randy last.

"Aw, that is bullshit," he grumbled, throwing his hands in the air. 

Your rule was whoever went to go get the snacks, had to pay for all of them as well.

"Relax, Ray. I'll come with you," you smiled, throwing your arm over his shoulder. "We can split it."

Randy smiled back, an tinge of red gracing his cheeks. "Thanks, (y/n/n)." 

You smirked, "No problem."

"Hey! Can you two quit eye-fucking and get the snacks? The movie's about to start!" Stu asked, Tatum smacking him in the chest. 

"Sorry, that's not 'til later," you corrected as you grabbed Randy's hand, him turning into a beet.

"You better be joking," Billy warned from his spot in the trunk, giving Randy a dangerous look

"You wish," you chuckled.

Randy gaped and you starting off between the cars as Billy's angry expression grew. 

"Goddamn it, (y/n/n)!" Billy shouted at you from behind, letting go of Sidney and jumping out the trunk.

You laughed at his reaction and picked up speed, you and Randy now running away at full speed from an angry Billy.

𝒔 𝒄 𝒓 𝒆 𝒂 𝒎

Even though you ran there, the line to the stand was still winding. 

We're definitely gonna be here for a while.

"Hey, did you, uh, did you mean what you said back there?" Randy panted, trying to catch his breath.

 You decided to take this as an opportunity. 

"That depends," you started, smirking. "Do you want me to?"

The tips of his ears suddenly turned tomato red, any words he was about to say dying in his throat.