My Knight in Shining Glasses

Chaotic Car Ride

WOOOO I love the scream boys, I really do. So, here is the first part of my Stu Macher x reader!!! Pairing: Stu Macher x Female! ReaderWarnings: Mentions of a bad relationship with a sibling, slight allusions to sex, but not reallyWord Count: 1.3k      The video store: a world of fun and amusement, a place where horror junkies get their fix and young lovers find some background noise. It is also my personal hell. Ever since I got this job at Blockbuster video, I have experienced nothing but boring work shifts. The whole gig is so routine. Checking out horror movies, rom-coms, and pornos all day gets to be a blur, and there's only so many times that you can try to mop the stickiness off of the floor before you start to lose your mind. The store I work at is a quaint one. It's small in size, but it has a rather large number of customers. Most of the customers are regulars, the ones who show up every Friday afternoon to get their fix for the week, but sometimes I meet a straggler who got bored enough to finally use their vhs. Today was not one of those days.      As I stocked the romance shelf with the newest chick-flicks and romantic comedies, I heard a strange sound, like a movie had fallen off of one of the shelves. I raised an eyebrow in curiosity as I looked around. No one seemed to be in the store. It was 9:30 PM on a Wednesday. Only thirty minutes until closing, and someone was in the store? A thought popped into my head, "Randy... I know you're here... come out, what are you doing?" I questioned the open room with a tone of annoyance. Randy Meeks was my co-worker, and I guess he could be a friend. He was funny, but sometimes he just was downright weird. Not a word of response was sent back my way. "Randy, really, it's not funny,". Suddenly I felt arms grab my face and cover my eyes. "It's not Randy," a familiar voice sang. "STU!" I yelled the man's name angrily, "You can't sneak up on people like that, it's terrifying!". He lowered his arms in defense, "Hey, it was just a joke, it's not like I'm gonna hurt you or something," he stated. I let out a sigh, "What do you need, Stu, I gotta get home, we have school tomorrow,". "Ah-ah, the store doesn't close for another thirty minutes," the man tutted. I groaned, Stu is a great friend, but he can be annoying when he wants to. "Of course you would know that,". I began to look back at the shelf I was stocking, unloading the last of the box of new rentals onto the cold metal, and making sure they were in alphabetical order, though I knew that wouldn't last long. I knew exactly where Stu would be headed, as it was the same row that almost every teen in Woodsboro frequented: the horror section.     "Do you have Halloween: the Curse of Michael Myers yet?" Stu questioned, flipping through the titles meticulously. The man scanned each movie with a sense of precision. There was always something he was looking for. I didn't know exactly what his favorite horror genre was, because it seemed to me that he liked them all, and yet, he still scanned every movie's cover as if he were picking a job to apply to. "Actually, Stu, we may or may not have just gotten our first copy, and I may or may not have rented it out already..." I started with a sense of anxiety, fearing that Stu would be upset by the fact that I had already rented the movie. I don't know why I felt that I had to forfeit my rental, but something about Stu always made me give in. "But, you can gladly have it, uh just, uh, let me check it back in, so that you can check it out," I started hastily walking to my bag, but not before my arm was caught by Stu. "You don't have to do that," his voice sounded concerned as he pulled me back by my arm. "We could just watch it together," he said. I blushed in embarrassment as the man still had my arm in a strong grip, and because I could watch a movie with Stu Macher... alone. I've never been one to succumb to crushes, but... okay yeah... that's a lie... I'm like totally infatuated with Stu Macher, but can you blame me. We've been friends since elementary school. Billy Loomis, Stu, and I have always been a tight-knit group. Of course, we've strayed apart a bit now that I have friends that are girls, but we're still relatively close, and something about him just always pulls me in, and the cologne he wears is just divine, and his eyes, oh his- "Y/N, Y/N... you alive in there," " OH Uh sorry I zoned out for a bit there," I internally screamed as my cheeks turned blood red. "So what do you say?" the taller asked as he looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. "Oh uh yeah! Of course! We could watch it tomorrow if you'd like, whose house?" I internally begged him to say he could watch it tomorrow. We hadn't watched a movie alone together... ever. We usually always end up hanging out with Billy, and occasionally, the rest of the gang, but this could be different. "How about I pick you up and we swing by the store to get some snacks, and then we watch it at mine. My parents are gone, so we can take over the living room," he smirked a little which made me blush a bit more. I brushed any thoughts of romance out of my head, he's just saying that we don't have to worry about noise...right...? I nodded my head, "Okay, Stu," I said with a smile. "You wanna ride home, babe?" Stu asked genuinely. Even though he called almost everyone babe, my heart still did a flutter. "Well if you're offering..." I trailed off. "Let me close everything up and get my stuff," I yelled as I was already halfway across the store from him as I went to close down the register.    I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder as I braced myself to experience the chilly Autumn air. Stu opened the door for me as we walked to his car. His car was nice, but rather banged up. He's quite the chaotic driver. I fastened my seatbelt and sat back staring through the windshield at the town streets as Stu drove. We made light conversation and talked about everything and anything. We brought up stories of past movie nights, and joked about the stupid things we've done at parties. As we finally pulled up to my house, I noticed a car parked in the driveway. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath. "What's wrong?" Stu faced me now, his previous happy look changing to one of concern. "My sister's home," I stated simply. Stu knew all about my sister and everything she had done to me. He instantly put the car back in drive and started to drive away from my house. "Stu, what the fuck are you doing?" I asked, confused. "You're not going back there with her, I won't let you," he said with a grave face. I huffed and sit back in my seat, "So you're just going to kidnap me instead," I half-giggled. "Yep, you're staying at mine, and you've got no way out of this," he proudly exclaimed. "Oh yeah? What if I tuck and roll?". Stu took that as a personal challenge as he began driving faster, his tires making a loud screeching sound. "STU STU STOP DOING THAT!" I screamed as the man laughed proudly at the fear he made me exhibit. "It's just a joke babe, chill out," He giggled. We continued driving until we finally reached the Macher residence.