𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 || stu macher

THREE ; THE MOVIE LIST

Contrary to how it had been in the library, the atmosphere in Stu's car on the way to Molly's house was awkward and uncharacteristic of them. Neither of them spoke much, but both of them reciprocated how awkward they felt with stolen glances at one another.

However, Molly found herself a little disappointed when Stu pulled into her driveway about ten minutes after they left the school. She felt the ride hadn't taken as long as it should've. So, Molly took her time collecting her bag and her cleats from the day before's soccer practice. To her luck, Stu left the car when she did and walked her up to her front door.

They stood on the front porch slightly awkwardly as Molly fumbled with her key to unlock her door. She looked back at Stu as she got her door open and set her cleats and backpack in the hall way.

"Uh, do you want a drink or something before you leave?" Molly asked as she stood back up to face him.

"Uh, no." Stu shook his head. "Um, got any plans tonight?" He asked to fill the awkward silence, or perhaps to lead up to another question.

Molly bit the inside of her lip. "Yeah. Tatum's gonna pick me up at six, we're gonna hit the video store and then we're gonna pick up Sidney, too. We were all gonna spend the night at Tate's house, y'know, since Sid's dad is outa town this week."

Stu nodded as if to say "nice", and Molly was about to turn to walk back inside her house, but he stopped her when he started speaking.

"Your birthday is tomorrow." He'd said quickly and suddenly. Molly stared at him, prompting him to continue. "What would you say to a party at my place?"

Molly looked at Stu, and slowly smiled. "Party at your place, huh?" She repeated, leaning against her doorway. "And who all would come?"

"Anyone and everyone." Stu now had his usual cocky grin on his face.

Molly laughed silently and looked down at her feet. "I don't know, Stu. It might not be such a good idea, especially with these crazy murders. That killer's still out there somewhere, and a big house full of drunk teenagers seems like a good target to me."

"Oh, c'mon." Stu pressed. "Since when were you a buzzkill, Molly?" He leaned his arm against the other side of the doorway, and Molly looked back up at him and his smirk. "Picture this: loud music, beer, alone time -" Molly scoffed jokingly and rolled your eyes. " - and at the very end; a horror movie marathon." Molly paused at that, considering. Stu's grin widened, knowing he was about to win. "What do you say, Molls?"

Molly sighed in defeat and crossed her arms. "Alright. Let's do it. As long as we skip Halloween 3."

Stu pumped his fist in success. "Yes!" Molly rolled her eyes at his childishness, though it secretly made her want to smile giddily. "Oh, you're not gonna regret this, Molly. It'll be the best party of the year.

She bit back the wide grin trying go fight it's way onto her face. "Yeah, whatever. You just want another chance to be recognized as 'the party king'." Molly joked.

Stu looked down at Molly, giving her a sudden sense of deja vu from the library earlier.

"Oh, that's not true, Molls." Stu said. He was staring right down at Molly, causing her to blush slightly involuntarily. "Friday night is your night. That party's gonna be all about you."

Molly stared back at Stu, her head practically screaming at her in a heartthrob panic. "Okay. Thanks, Stu." She said, before putting a hand on his shoulder and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

Molly had no idea what had come over her.

When she leaned away, Stu's smile was softer, and not as cocky as before. "No problem, Molly." He said, stepping backwards. "Bye."