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I walked inside the bell above the door ringing. "Ohhh!" I heard a familiar voice say. I looked over to see my brother knocking VHS tapes out of Randy's hands. I rolled my eyes and walked over to them. "Stu, leave Randy along," I said and bent down picking up a few tapes. I stood up and handed him the tapes. "Thanks, y/n," Randy said blushing a little. "No problem," I told him smiling. I leaned on the other side of the shelf beside Stu. "Jesus, this place is packed tonight, man," Stu said. I looked around to see a lot of people from our school scattered around. Stu throws his arm around my shoulders pulling me closer to him making me roll my eyes. 
                          
Randy looked at me before saying "we had a run in the mass murder section," he said. "Coming to our fiesta?" Stu asked him. "Yeah, I'm off early. Curfew, you know," Randy said. "Like that's going to stop a killer," I said. A blonde girl came over "What's that Werewolf movie with E.T.'s mom in it?" She asked Randy. "The Howling. Horror. Straight ahead," he told her. She thanked him and walked off. He looked back at us then back towards where the girl walked off. "Oh, now that's in poor taste," he said. "What?" Stu asked and looked over but then quickly moves so he was leaning on the shelf so I couldn't see. I moved around to the end of the shelf to see Billy talking to two girls. "That means nothing, y/n/n," Stu said. "Yeah, no. I know," I said and moved back over beside him. He put his arm back around my shoulder and squeezed me to his sized. 
                          
"If you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath, would you be standing on the horror section?" Randy asked getting closer to us. "What?" I asked. "It was just a misunderstanding. He didn't do anything," Stu said. "You're such a little lapdog. He's got "killer" printed all over his forehead. No offense y/n," Randy said. "None taken? I think..." I said. "Oooh-kay! Really? Well, why'd the cops let him go, smart guy?" Stu said. "Yeah? I mean he checked his phone records and he didn't call Sidney's place. I was there Randy. The killer came out of the closet. Then once we were both in her room he was there for a few seconds and gone. Billy was at the window seconds after the killer left. There is no way he ran down the stairs and then climbed up to the window in that short period," I said.
                          
"Because they don't watch enough movies. This is standards horror movie stuff," Randy said. "This isn't a movie," I said. "Okay but... Prom Night Revisited, man," he said. I knew what Randy was saying made sense in a way. I mean I had my own theory as to who it was but I didn't want to believe it so I stayed in denial. "Yeah? Why would he want to kill his own girlfriend?" Stu asked pointing to me. Randy looked at me and gave me an apologetic smile. "There's always some stupid, bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend," he said. "Oh?" Me and Stu said at the same time. "That's the beauty of it all: simplicity. Besides, if it gets too complicated, you lose your target audience," he said.
                          
"Well, what's his reason?" Stu asked. "Maybe y/n, wouldn't have sex with him. Stu looked at me and we both laughed. "What my sister saving herself for you?" He asked knowing damn well me and Billy have sex. Randy looked over at me his cheeks turning red. "Maybe, now that Billy tried to mutate you, do you think you would go out with me?" He asked. I looked at him in complete shock. Stu let out a loud laugh at that. Then he got serious "No, she won't at all. No," he said. I looked down. "You know who I think it is?" He asked leaning towards Randy. "You know, I think it's Sidney's father. Why can't they find her pops, man?" He asked. I looked up and thought about it but shook my head. There was no way Sidney's dad would kill Casey and Steve. Then attack his own daughter and let me live for no reason.  

                          
"Because he's probably dead. His body will come poppin' up in the last feel somewhere! Eyes gouged put, fingers cut off, teeth knocked out! Police are always off track with this shit. Man! If they watched prom night, they'd save time. There's a formula to it. A very simple formula! Everybody's a suspect!" Randy yelled. Me and Stu looked around at everyone watching us now. 
                          
We looked at Randy and he lowers his voice. "I'm telling you, the dad's a red herring. It's Billy. I'd be better for you anyway," he said looking at me again. He turned around only to be grabbed by Billy by the collar of his shit. "How do we know you're bot the killer? Huh?" He asked. Stu went over to them and propped his arms on Randy's shoulders as he dropped the tapes.  "Hi, Billy," Randy squeaked out. "Maybe your movie-freaked mind lost its reality button. You ever think of that?" Billy said. "You're absolutely right. I'm the first to admit it. If this were a scary movie, is be the prime suspect," Randy said. "That's right," Billy whispered. I rolled my eyes and walked over to them. 
                          
I moved so I was standing between Billy and Randy. My back to Billy so I was facing Randy. "Ignore them, Randy," I said. Billy wrapped his arms around my waist and laid his chin on my shoulder. "And what would be your motive?" Stu asked playing with his ear. "It's the millennium. Motives are incidental," Randy said after jerking away from Stu. "Millennium". Hmm. "Millennium" I like that. That's good. It's the millennium. Good kid," he said as he moved one arm from my waist and pat Randy's cheek. Billy walked away and I stayed and just shook my head. "Are you telling me that's not a killer?" Randy asked looking at Stu. I sighed and went at Billy. 
                          
I grabbed his hand and he turned to look at me. He smiled before pulling me towards him and kissing me. Once we pulled away he looked back at Randy and smirked. He put his arm around my shoulder and we walked out the door. "You going to just come home with me?" I asked as we walked to my car. "No, I gotta go home before I come over to your place. But I'll be at the party," he said. "Okay, well I'll drop you off," I told him. We got in my car and I drove off towards his house.