𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 - 𝑺𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

Five

Pulling up to the Macher residence was no small feat, it was literally the biggest house Jacqui had ever been in. She'd been in it a couple of times with the others and if there was a party she was of course gonna go, yet she always got lost.

There were cars all over the curb and even in the grass.

"A psycho killer wouldn't attack here, right?" Jacqui asked, stepping out of Randy's car with all the tapes he picked out in her ridiculously large pockets, the corners sticking out.

That was the only reason she decided to stick with wearing men's pants, she hated carrying anything. "I mean, the place is packed and who wants to fight a bunch of drunk, athletically gifted teenagers?" She asked and grabbed the karaoke machine on wheels from the back seat, closing the door behind.

"Well, that's the whole element of surprise, right?" Jacqui shrugged like the idea of a murderer attacking a party wasn't a big deal. "I'd survive anyway."

"Oh yeah?" Randy asked while walking her into the house, she nodded. "How?"

"I'd play dead, duh."

The first thing they were welcomed with was Stu's goofy smile. He was leaning against the stairs but once he saw them he leapt forward and scooped Jacqui into a hug, picking her up.

"Okay, okay, I have a fragile spine," Jacqui grunted before he put her down. "I think you popped a lung just now."

Stu just laughed. "We got alcohol in the kitchen, Tatum and Sid should be here with the food soon," he pointed at the two dramatically. "You brought the movies right?"

"Yep," Jacqui pointed at her pockets. "And karaoke."

"NICEEE!" Stu dragged it on.

Peter, Jacqui's friend who just had gotten expelled for wearing a Ghostface costume in the halls, was holding a funnel and a tube in the kitchen. Jacqui laughed, grabbing a beer. "Oh shit, that guy knows how to get a party started!" She turned to Randy. "Watch, I'm gonna do a handstand and drink from that later."

"Oh yeah?"

"Bet, in like twenty minutes. If I break my arm again it still counts." Jacqui walked off toward the unoccupied couch while kicking her karaoke machine on wheels to the corner of the room, she slouched down onto the couch as she took the movies out of her pockets. "Put your weird scary movie on, I'll really pay attention to it this time because I still owe you for making you watch Speed instead of Wolf that one summer."

"Really?" He smiled like a dork while sitting down next to her.

"Yeah, fuck it, you only live once." She grinned, before lowering her voice to a quick murmur. "And you can only watch Friday The 13th a million times."

Randy chuckled. "I'd love to put the movie on, but I don't think we could hear it over Stu's stereo."

Laying her head on his shoulder in defeat, she groaned, the loud punk music pounded through the house. "You're right,"

"Do you wanna dance with me?"

Jacqui's face scrunched in confusion and she pulled back, laughing in disbelief. "To this song? It's not even slow." She never danced with anyone else before and the thought of dancing to loud music made her somewhat anxious.

He just shrugged. "Doesn't have to be, we can just dance together." His face had a soft smile.

Jacqui blinked and then shrugged, standing up. "Fuck it," she remarked, which was her attitude toward literally everything.

Randy's face lit up, throwing his hand in hers as he stood up and brought her over to the window where there was the most foot space.

Randy was nervous, he wanted to do all the cliche boyfriend stuff he'd seen in the movies that both Jacqui and his little sister made him watch. The idea was spur of the moment, and Jacqui was right, it wasn't the slowest most romantic song but his emotions took over him. He just wanted to experience that.