A Little Mad

Chapter 7

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Randy slid down the aisle on a cart holding a few videos in his hands. A loud grunt could be heard, a few tapes landed beside you on the floor, and you knew that Randy had just run into a customer making him drop everything he had been holding. Randy mumbled a small apology, and you handed him the videos that you had picked up from the floor. He gave you a grateful smile and started to sort them into the shelves when Stu ran up behind him and knocked them all down again.

"Oh sorry, Meeks," he giggled as he stuck out his tongue. Randy just rolled his eyes and started to pick up the tapes once more.

"Jesus, this place is packed tonight," Stu chuckled as his eyes danced around the store.

"We had a run in the mass murder section due to obvious reasons," Randy announced, and you nodded. The circumstances made the movies you used to love even more popular. Under any other circumstances, you wouldn't complain. Especially with the good number of tips you received, however, the trauma still ran deep.

"You coming to my fiesta?" Stu inquired as he pulled you to your feet in one swift motion.

"Yeah, I'm off early. Curfew you know," the movie geek responded when a girl, seemingly a high school student walked up to you. "What's that werewolf movie with E.T.'s mom in it?" She asks, seemingly impatient.

"The Howling, horror, straight ahead," you both answered synchronically making you giggle. The girl smiled, muttered a 'thanks', and walked off. Randy peeked over his shoulder as a scoff left his lips. "Now, that's in poor taste."

You followed his gaze as Stu muttered a silent 'What?'. Billy was at the other end of the store, standing in the horror section, surrounded by quite a few girls.

"If you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath, would you be standing in the horror section?" Randy asked as his gaze moved back to the both of you.

"What? It was just a misunderstanding. He didn't do anything," Stu mumbled making Randy roll his eyes. "You're such a little lap dog. He's got killer printed all over his forehead," Randy exclaimed as he made some gestures with his hands.

"Okay really, how come the cops let him go then, smart guy?" Stu smirked, waiting for an answer from the movie geek.

"Cause they obviously don't watch enough horror movies. This is standard horror movie stuff. 'Prom Night' revisited," Randy explained. You could almost see the pictures running through his mind.

"Yeah? Why would he want to kill (N/N)? I mean come on. We both know he would rather slit his own throat than lay a finger on his precious little (Y/N)." You raised an eyebrow. He would rather what? There was no way that was true. You kept silent as Randy spoke up. "There's always some stupid bullshit reason to kill someone. That's the beauty of it all, simplicity. Besides if you get too confusing you lose your target audience."

"Well, what's his reason?" You heard Stu ask and decided to head to the back to restock a few tapes, unaware of the conversation that the two were having only one door away.