𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 || stu macher

NINE ; VIRGIN MOLLY

"Look, look, look! Here it comes."

Halloween was by far Molly's favorite movie involving a serial killer. If Tatum were in the room, she'd call it a splatter-movie.

Everyone was huddled on the sofa together, holding beer and watching the television screen intently. Molly was comfortably sprawled across one end of the sofa, and had been wearing Stu's red robe since the movie started due to her complaining that she was "cold." Stu was lounged rather comically across the top of the sofa above her. His arm kept him propped up so he could watch the movie, and his other hand rested down on Molly's shoulder.

Everyone let out shouts as Michael Myers burst out of a closet door and attacked one of the boyfriends on screen.

"The blood is all wrong!" Shouted a boy sitting near Randy. "Why do they do that?! Its too red!" He complained.

"Wait," Said Randy, holding a hand out. "Here comes another."

They all watched as the killer held the teenager by his throat and stabbed him with his knife repeatedly. Everyone hollered again. Molly laughed in glee.

"Predictable." Said the other boy. "I knew he was gonna bite it."

"The weirdo boyfriends always bite it." Monty said as if it were obvious.

"How can you watch this shit over and over?!" Asked another boy. Randy shushed everyone.

Of course, Stu ignored the other boy. "Where do we see breasts? I wanna see Jamie Lee's breasts. When do we see Jamie Lee's breasts?!"

A few boys muttered their agreements. Molly rolled her eyes and took a drink from her bottle, trying to ignore Stu's hand caressing her shoulder.

"Not until Trading Places in '83." Randy told them all. "Jamie Lee was always the virgin in horror movies. She never showed her tits 'till she went legits."

"Could afford a decent pair." Giggled a girl sitting on the floor.

"What'd you say?" Randy looked down at her. "That's why she always outsmarted the killer in the big chase scene at the end. Only virgins can do that. Don't you know the rules?"

"What rules?" Monty said, sounding bored.

Randy spun around to look at him. "You don't-?" He set his beer down on the table, snatched up the remote to pause the movie, and stood up on front of the tv. "Jesus Christ, you don't know the rules?"

"Have an aneurism, why don't you?" Stu muttered, causing Molly reach up and hit his chest.

"There are certain rules that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie." Randy started explaining. "For instance, number one: you can never have sex."

Everyone jeered and booed, and some people even threw popcorn at Randy.

"Big no-no! Big no-no!" Randy said as he swatted at the flying popcorn.

"Well, looks like we all know who's getting gutted next, huh, virgin Molly?" Said Stu, looking down at her and laughing to himself.

Everyone let out oohs and looked over at him and Molly, who was staring up at Stu with an offended glare. "Shut the hell up, Stu!" She said, pushing him in the side, causing him to almost fall off the top of the sofa. Everyone laughed at their banter.

"Sex equals death. Okay?" Randy continued. "Number two: you can never drink or do drugs."

Everyone in the room, who was either smoking or holding a beer in their hands, whooping and cheered - looked like they were all going to die.

"The sin factor. It's a sin. It's an extension of number one." Randy kept on. "And number three: never, ever, ever - under any circumstances- say 'I'll be right back'. 'Cause you won't be back."

Stu climbed down from the sofa and stumbled to the hallway entrance. "I'm getting another beer. You want one?" He asked.

Randy waved him away. "Yeah, sure."

Stu grinned as he backed up into the hallway. "I'll be right back!"

Immediately everyone shouted and gasped mockingly. Molly shouted "Dammit, Stuart!" loud enough for everyone to hear, and they all laughed. Randy pointed at him as he disappeared into the house.

"You see? You push the laws and you end up dead." Randy said. "He raised his bottle. "Okay, I'll see you in the kitchen with a knife." Molly's hand shot up. Randy pointed to her. "Yes, Molly. Go ahead."

"Can I be the one to kill him?!"

"Look! Here comes the obligatory tit scene!" Randy said, pointing at the screen.

One of the characters, Lynda, was laying in the bed with nothing but a bedsheet hed to her chest. Upon thinking that her (dead) boyfreind was the one standing dressed as a ghost in the hallway, she giggled and sat up.

"Yes! Oh!" Shouted a boy.

"Lovely!"

"Beautiful! Oh!"

Molly rolled her eyes and sank further into the sofa, away from the boys that were practically frothing at the mouth. The remaining girl sitting on the floor stood up to leave.

"I'll leave you guys alone." She smirked. "Happy Birthday, Molly.'

Molly smiled and waved her goodbye as she walked out to the hall.

Unfortunately, not long passed before the next interruption.

The phone rang towards the climax of the movie, annoying Molly.

Randy was the one to stand up and answer. "Hello?" He said. "Yeah?" There was a long pause in which he stared at the screen. "Holy shit." He turned around to look at everyone still sitting lazily on the sofa. "Listen up. They found Principal Himbry dead." Everyone's eyes got wide. "He was gutted and hung from the goalpost on the football field."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Said one of the boys. "Let's go over there before they pry him down!"

All of the other boys whooped in agreement and they all - even Monty - jumped off the sofa and ran for the door, hollering.

"Hey!" Molly yelled after them. "Its just getting to the good part, you fuckin' dweebs!"

Both she and Randy shared a look of disappointment and sighed. Randy fell back onto the sofa, and they continued watching Hallloween alone.

Only, they weren't alone. Not for long. Because what neither of them knew is that when Monty ran out the front door with the other boys, instead of jumping into a car and taking off to the football field, he snuck around the backside of the house, to the garage.