Spill Your Guts || Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Movie Rules

"So how many people do you think will be there? And, uh, how late do you think it'll go? I wanna give my parents a ballpark time that I'll be back tonight so they don't get worried." I watched the trees rush by, the wind tousling my hair backwards.We were passing into unfamiliar territory, the houses getting bigger and fancier as we slowly ascended the shallow hill at the edge of Woodsboro. "I mean, I can use your phone when we get there, right?" Stu nodded. He was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. Since the Blockbuster we'd been out and about, driving randomly around the town to kill some time and so Stu could get himself some ice cream. He hadn't taken my 'no' as an answer and, mysteriously enough, I'd ended up with a hot fudge and banana sundae free of charge. Huh. Now it was starting to get dark out as we rode back to his place.

"Yeah, of course! Maybe like twenty people? Thirty? And uh, I'm not totally sure when it'll slow down. Things are gonna kick off around eight thirty or so probably and keep going for a while, till one at least." He said. His eyes cut to mine for a moment. "How're you gonna get back home though? You said you left your bike at Tatum's right? So are you gonna borrow a car or catch a ride or what?" That made me pause. I pursed my lips and shrugged.

"Never learned to drive. We didn't have enough money for a car for a while, so..." I trailed off. "I'll catch a ride from Tatum or something, or maybe try and get a hold of her before the party to see if she can bring it. I'll figure it out."

"Well if worst comes to worst, I'm happy to give you a ride back." He offered. I scoffed a little, a disbelieving smile on my face.

"Like you aren't gonna be drinking tonight? No way, bucko.

"I'm a great drunk driver!" Stu said, shrill and indignant. We were rolling up on a really long winding street now, hardly a house in sight. A forest to one side, an open field to the other, and a speck of a house in the distance. 'Macher Drive' I read as we turned. Of course they had a whole road named after them. A glorified driveway if I'd ever seen one.

"Said every drunk ever." Stu giggled a bit, tilting his head in concession.

"Fair, fair. But hey, just in case you end up needing a ride back I'll lay off the beer. I'm happy to be backup driver." He grinned. My brows shot up in surprise. Really?

"Wow, uh, that's really sweet of you, Stu!" Stu seemed to puff up a little at my praise, the turning of his steering while a little more flourished as he pulled us into a parking spot around the side of a beautiful Victorian style home. It was massive, two stories with a nice front porch and some stained glass. In the driveway I could see a covered boat, but aside from Stu's Jaguar and a dusty looking car tucked into the back of the garage there were no other vehicles. "But this is your party. You wanted to have fun, so go have fun! Trust me, it's not gonna be hard for me to find a ride. I don't wanna be a bother." Stu scoffed as he hopped out of his side and came round to mine. He leaned his elbows on the door, peering at me insistently.

"You're not a bother, silly. I'm happy to help ya out, babe!" He reached over, ruffled my hair with a shockingly warm smile, and pulled my door open. "Come on. Help me set up the house. This is all hands on deck!" I readjusted my hair with a small smile and followed him up the porch. He unlocked it, opened the door with a grand sweep of his arms, and welcomed me in with a dopey grin. "Mi casa es su casa!" I wandered in, immediately greeted by a large staircase lined with beautiful mahogany banisters, the sight of a second floor landing peeking at me. The home was painted a warm, welcoming yellow on the inside, the ground carpeted with a nice red ornamental rug. Off to the side I could spy a hint of kitchen. I heard the door click shut behind me.

For such a rich family, the inside was surprisingly cozy. Warm. Lived in. Not at all as pretentious as I might have assumed it to be. But it was very quiet. "Are your parents not home?" Stu shook his head. For a moment a flicker of a dark look passed over his face. He scowled just slightly.