Tear You Apart || Billy Loomis & Stu Macher ✓

𝟷𝟶| 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝

Thursday, September 26, 1996
7:30 pm

When classes were finally over for the day, you explained the sleepover idea to Tatum to which she rapidly agreed. Although you were let off the hook for cheerleading practice, you chose to hang back on the bleachers and wait for Tatum to finish her routines.

After practice let out, the two of you hopped into Tatum's red Volkswagen Beetle and set off to the video store to pick up a movie for tonight.

"Practice ran late," Tatum spoke into her wireless phone, on call with Sidney. "We're on our way, okay?"

You were staring out the window, watching the trees pass by when you heard Sidney say, "It's past seven."

"Don't worry. Casey and Steve didn't bite it 'til way after ten." Tatum said and your head snapped to look at her as your mouth fell agape. She mouthed a 'sorry' to you and blew you a kiss. She really had no filter.

She and Stu were perfect for each other, you thought.

"Oh, that's comforting." Sidney chuckled.

"We're gonna swing by the video store," Tatum told her. "I was thinking Tom Cruise, All The Right Moves. You know if you pause it just right, you can see his penis."

Tatum wiggled her brows at you, and you shook your head. "Gross," you laughed out.

"Whatever," Sidney replied dispassionately. "Just hurry, okay?"

"Ta-Ta, Sid." Tatum bid her goodbye before hanging up.

"I hope she's not too freaked out about being alone right now." You stated after noting the strain in her voice before the call ended. "It's already dark out."

"Right, we should hurry then."

The drive to the video store was a quick one. Even though Tatum already had the Tom Cruise movie in mind, you still went inside with her.

As soon as you entered the store, you spotted Randy stocking the back shelves. "What's up, Meeks?" You greeted.

"Oh, Y/n—ow!" Randy spun to face you, hitting his head on one of the shelves in the process.

"I'm gonna grab the movie, okay?" Tatum said, and you nodded at her before splitting off into different sections.

"What're you doing here?" Randy asked while staring down at you from the step stool he stood on.

"Came to pick up a movie with Tatum," you revealed, resting your elbow on top of the movie cart beside you. "We're having girl's night with Sidney."

You caught how Randy perked up at the mere mention of your brunette friend. "I saw that," you pointed out, grinning smugly.

"No. You didn't." He denied, continuing to fill the top shelf with video tapes to appear uninterested.

"I think you should tell Sidney how you feel," you encouraged, placing your chin in the palm of your hand. "And when she inevitably rejects you, at least you'll have gotten it off your chest."

Randy's movement ceased as he slowly turned to look at you. A fire had ignited in his eyes. "I'll tell her if you tell Billy," he challenged.

"Okay, you got me there." You instantly backed down, and Randy gave you a "That's what I thought" look.

"Besides, even if I did tell her it's not like she'd give me the time of day." He expressed. "You're already close with Billy, at least you have that."