As Randy unlocked the door to his room Stu remembered the phone call he had
received earlier that day and said dully, leaning against the wall beside
the door, "Hey, guess what? Stevo's family is coming in a few days to get
Stevo's shit!"
"Really?" Randy asked, uninterested.
"So that means you keep your psychotic girlfriend in the dark about it!" Stu glared darkly into space as he thought of his blonde nemesis. With the thought of her in his head he murmured angrily, "That bitch."
Randy unlocked the door and pocketed the key. He stared at Stu for a minute then asked in confusion, "Why can't Sara know?"
"Because that girl is a fucking emotional nut!" Stu said coolly. Then he added, "I surely don't want her crying around me, mourning the death of her late but not great boyfriend, Stevo."
"She wouldn't cry for him! She is over him," Randy insisted, trying to convince himself more then anyone really.
Stu laughed wickedly then asked causing Randy to grow inferior, "You think she's over him because she fucked you?"
"We didn't do that!" Randy snapped.
"Your probably the only one who hasn't!" Stu stared at his nails boredly as he lied about Sara.
Randy slapped Stu across the face angrily. Realizing what he did he apologized then said, "Don't talk about her like that!"
Stu rubbed the cheek that fell victim to the slap and mocked, "You don't slap me, man! That's something a girl would do! Your girlfriend is a whore, you big girl!"
"I don't think a girl is capable of what I did!" Randy said proudly as he opened the door to his room slightly, creeping in.
Stu rolled his eyes as he followed Randy into the room, closing the door behind him. His eyes traveled the dark room, firstly landing on Randy's proud menacing face then noticed the lifeless body on the ground. He locked the door then moved over to the body and asked, "Why did you kill him of all people?"
"He annoyed me..." Randy shrugged.
Stu glanced up away from the body and looked at Randy with amusement as he taunted, "You just are mad because your bitch kissed him and liked it!"
"You're just pissed because Jenna hates you now!" Randy retorted angrily.
Stu looked down at the body again and changed the subject coldly, "So, what do you suppose we do about the body?"
"I say," Randy enjoyed seeing Stu's discomfort at the mention of Jenna, "We do something about Jenna. She knows to much."
"No!" Stu instantly said then added casually, "You wouldn't want Sara to go insane and kill me, would you, you big girl?"
"I don't think I would really care!" Randy replied coolly.
Stu rolled his eyes, forgetting for a moment that he stood over a dead body. He glared at Randy and said, "Sometimes I really don't like you!"
"The feeling is mutual!" Randy glared back.
Stu sighed aggravatedly then snapped, "See what that whore has done to you?"
Randy bent down and picked up the knife he had used to kill Brock and pointed it dangerously at Stu as he spoke. He said slowly and threateningly, "Don't call Sara a whore!"
"Sara is a whore, Sara is a whore, Sara is a whore!" Stu repeated in an immature tone.
"Well..." Randy glanced around for something clever to say then snapped, "Your MOM!"
"Anyway..." Stu blinked blankly then said emotionlessly, "Maybe we do need to do something about Jenna."
"Yeah," Randy nodded.
"Only if we do something about Sara as well..." Stu added casually.
Randy began to nod then quickly stopped when Stu's words hit him. His eyes widened as he asked in bewilderment, "Why do we have to do anything to Sara?"
"Because girls cant keep a secret even if their life depended on it," Stu answered then asked curiously, "Why does anything need to be done to Jenna?"
"I'm pissed off at you and need to vent my frustration, " Randy answered in a sarcastic tone though it was true.
Stu shrugged innocently, "Then you should just kill your whore!"
"Same to you, buddy!" Randy smiled innocently as well.
Stu crossed his arms over his chest and muttered, "Jenna is not a whore!"
"Either is Sara!" Randy defended, shaking the knife at Stu again.
"You know what we should do? You should talk to Sara then kill her! Then I'll do the same to Jenna!" Stu said, glaring at the knife in suspicion.
Randy shook the knife more frustratedly as he responded, "I'm not hurting her! I love...." He trailed off, shocked at his own words then quickly said, "Lovely weather we're having...."
"You love her!" Stu's eyes widened in horror, "Disgusting! Your in love with a whore because she fucked you!"
"No she didn't and she isn't and I don't!" Randy defended.
Stu began to plot then said mysteriously, "Don't you worry, Randy. I'll take care of your love."
"The hell you are!" Randy rolled his eyes then pointed down at Brock with the knife as he said in annoyance, "Let's take care of the dead guy in my room before we try and levitate our body count."
"If we must," Stu said, bending down to examine the body. He scowled and said in disgust, "He smells dead! Oh wait, that's you!"
Randy rolled his eyes, unamused as he suggested blankly, "I say we just stash the body in the closet for now. We'll take care of him later."
"Good! I'm too tired right now," Stu shrugged poked Brock's body with an extended finger, smirking at the lack of movement.
"You grab his feet and I'll grab his head," Stu ordered as he bent down and put his hands under Brock's limp arms and lifted.
Randy grabbed his legs and lifted at the same time. They slowly moved to the closet on Randy's side of the room. The door was already open so all they did was enter the walk in closet and drop the body. Stu walked out and noticed the blood the covered the floor. He glanced at Randy as he exited and asked, "What are you going to do about the blood? Are you going to clean it up?"
"Hell no! Like I clean," Randy laughed at the thought then reached underneath Brock's body and pulled out a brown rug.
He laid over the blood, clapped his hands together and said again, "Like I clean...."
"Okay! Now lets get to plotting," Stu said enthusiastically.
"Fine..." Randy pouted.
~*~*~*~
Jenna stood before a mirror as she pulled her thirteen ghosts black t-shirt over her head. It was long enough to wear as a dress if she wanted so she thought it worked nicely with her black skirt. As she modeled her outfit off to the mirror Sara who laid on her bed, reading the back of the SLC Punk DVD case asked, "Who are you getting dressed up for?"
"No one!" Jenna answered truthfully as she flattened her cherished shirt down.
Sara rolled her eyes in disbelief as she looked away from the movie case to Kayleigh who stared back. She asked boredly, "Do you think she's dressing up for Stu, Kayleigh?"
"Who else is there?" Kayleigh shrugged as she flipped through the pages of a magazine as she stared everywhere else but at the magazine.
Jenna pulled her hair out of her loose messy ponytail and ran her fingers through her hair. She laughed and insisted, "There is no one!"
"Maybe she's going to steal Randy from me," Sara said in the same bored tone. It took her a moment to laugh at the thought of Jenna and Randy together. She laughed louder and louder then suddenly stopped and stared at Jenna oddly in suspicion.
Jenna glanced away from the mirror and noticed Sara's paranoid looks and reassured, "Randy isn't my type, you jealous barracuda!"
"Randy and Jenna forever!" Kayleigh teased.
Sara sent her a dangerous look then said, "You all need to shut up or I'll bite you both!"
"How is wearing my favorite t-shirt dressing up, anyway?" Jenna wondered as she looked back at the mirror.
Sara rolled her eyes and said, "You all are boring me!"
"Thanks so much for that," Jenna muttered sarcastically.
Kayleigh finally looked down at the magazine she read and replied blankly, "If we're so boring then why don't you go see your killer boyfriend."
"No.... If I go see him then I'll have to be around Brock then everything will be all awkward," Sara sighed drearily.
"Fine!" Jenna snapped, tired of her complaints, "I'll go get him and tell him to come here!"
"Whatever...." Sara muttered, her way of saying yes when she didn't want to.
"Fine... I'm leaving!" Jenna walked toward the door then stopped once her hand was on the doorknob. She glanced at both of her friends and said emotionlessly, "If I end up dead just you two remember that I loved you both."
"Yeah...Whatever...." Sara muttered, her way of saying 'I love you too, man!'
Jenna rolled her eyes then grinned as Kayleigh said happily, "Child of the corn number one, you won't die. You're still a virgin! Virgins never die. Besides, Randy rocks. He wont try and kill you."
"You never know with crazed murderers...." Jenna pointed out.
Sara grinned mischievously as she said, "I'm sure you'll find a way to survive. You always do..."
"Damn straight!" She said as she turned the doorknob and opened the door. She walked away, closing the door after her with a smirk on her face.
Sara looked at Kayleigh who stared at her and inquired, "What's wrong?"
"You're being a bitch right now..." Kayleigh informed.
"Fine! I see how it's going to be! I'll just go wander the halls so I don't disturb you," Sara tossed the DVD case aside and got off her bed. She stomped over to the closet and pulled out a black trench coat and put it on.
"If you're leaving what was the point in sending Jenna out to get Randy?" Kayleigh asked.
Sara sported a look of deep contemplation until she said with a shrug, "When he gets here tell him he's boring and I'm breaking up with him...."
"What?!" Kayleigh's eyes widened in surprise.
Sara laughed wickedly, "I'm kidding. Just keep him busy until I come back. I need to pick up some Jolt."
"Oh... Okay," Kayleigh smiled, relieved.
"Remember to keep him busy! I need to talk to the bastard," Sara smiled as well as she moved toward the door.
"Yeah, I'll keep him busy. But you better hurry because I only have so much to say," Kayleigh watched as Sara opened the door and left. As she watched Sara close the door behind her she muttered, "My friends are insane...."
~*~*~
Author's note:
Okay... That's it for this chapter. The next chapter shall arrive soon, I promise! Guess what? Next chapter I'm introducing a new fucking awesome character. You all should be excited.
"Really?" Randy asked, uninterested.
"So that means you keep your psychotic girlfriend in the dark about it!" Stu glared darkly into space as he thought of his blonde nemesis. With the thought of her in his head he murmured angrily, "That bitch."
Randy unlocked the door and pocketed the key. He stared at Stu for a minute then asked in confusion, "Why can't Sara know?"
"Because that girl is a fucking emotional nut!" Stu said coolly. Then he added, "I surely don't want her crying around me, mourning the death of her late but not great boyfriend, Stevo."
"She wouldn't cry for him! She is over him," Randy insisted, trying to convince himself more then anyone really.
Stu laughed wickedly then asked causing Randy to grow inferior, "You think she's over him because she fucked you?"
"We didn't do that!" Randy snapped.
"Your probably the only one who hasn't!" Stu stared at his nails boredly as he lied about Sara.
Randy slapped Stu across the face angrily. Realizing what he did he apologized then said, "Don't talk about her like that!"
Stu rubbed the cheek that fell victim to the slap and mocked, "You don't slap me, man! That's something a girl would do! Your girlfriend is a whore, you big girl!"
"I don't think a girl is capable of what I did!" Randy said proudly as he opened the door to his room slightly, creeping in.
Stu rolled his eyes as he followed Randy into the room, closing the door behind him. His eyes traveled the dark room, firstly landing on Randy's proud menacing face then noticed the lifeless body on the ground. He locked the door then moved over to the body and asked, "Why did you kill him of all people?"
"He annoyed me..." Randy shrugged.
Stu glanced up away from the body and looked at Randy with amusement as he taunted, "You just are mad because your bitch kissed him and liked it!"
"You're just pissed because Jenna hates you now!" Randy retorted angrily.
Stu looked down at the body again and changed the subject coldly, "So, what do you suppose we do about the body?"
"I say," Randy enjoyed seeing Stu's discomfort at the mention of Jenna, "We do something about Jenna. She knows to much."
"No!" Stu instantly said then added casually, "You wouldn't want Sara to go insane and kill me, would you, you big girl?"
"I don't think I would really care!" Randy replied coolly.
Stu rolled his eyes, forgetting for a moment that he stood over a dead body. He glared at Randy and said, "Sometimes I really don't like you!"
"The feeling is mutual!" Randy glared back.
Stu sighed aggravatedly then snapped, "See what that whore has done to you?"
Randy bent down and picked up the knife he had used to kill Brock and pointed it dangerously at Stu as he spoke. He said slowly and threateningly, "Don't call Sara a whore!"
"Sara is a whore, Sara is a whore, Sara is a whore!" Stu repeated in an immature tone.
"Well..." Randy glanced around for something clever to say then snapped, "Your MOM!"
"Anyway..." Stu blinked blankly then said emotionlessly, "Maybe we do need to do something about Jenna."
"Yeah," Randy nodded.
"Only if we do something about Sara as well..." Stu added casually.
Randy began to nod then quickly stopped when Stu's words hit him. His eyes widened as he asked in bewilderment, "Why do we have to do anything to Sara?"
"Because girls cant keep a secret even if their life depended on it," Stu answered then asked curiously, "Why does anything need to be done to Jenna?"
"I'm pissed off at you and need to vent my frustration, " Randy answered in a sarcastic tone though it was true.
Stu shrugged innocently, "Then you should just kill your whore!"
"Same to you, buddy!" Randy smiled innocently as well.
Stu crossed his arms over his chest and muttered, "Jenna is not a whore!"
"Either is Sara!" Randy defended, shaking the knife at Stu again.
"You know what we should do? You should talk to Sara then kill her! Then I'll do the same to Jenna!" Stu said, glaring at the knife in suspicion.
Randy shook the knife more frustratedly as he responded, "I'm not hurting her! I love...." He trailed off, shocked at his own words then quickly said, "Lovely weather we're having...."
"You love her!" Stu's eyes widened in horror, "Disgusting! Your in love with a whore because she fucked you!"
"No she didn't and she isn't and I don't!" Randy defended.
Stu began to plot then said mysteriously, "Don't you worry, Randy. I'll take care of your love."
"The hell you are!" Randy rolled his eyes then pointed down at Brock with the knife as he said in annoyance, "Let's take care of the dead guy in my room before we try and levitate our body count."
"If we must," Stu said, bending down to examine the body. He scowled and said in disgust, "He smells dead! Oh wait, that's you!"
Randy rolled his eyes, unamused as he suggested blankly, "I say we just stash the body in the closet for now. We'll take care of him later."
"Good! I'm too tired right now," Stu shrugged poked Brock's body with an extended finger, smirking at the lack of movement.
"You grab his feet and I'll grab his head," Stu ordered as he bent down and put his hands under Brock's limp arms and lifted.
Randy grabbed his legs and lifted at the same time. They slowly moved to the closet on Randy's side of the room. The door was already open so all they did was enter the walk in closet and drop the body. Stu walked out and noticed the blood the covered the floor. He glanced at Randy as he exited and asked, "What are you going to do about the blood? Are you going to clean it up?"
"Hell no! Like I clean," Randy laughed at the thought then reached underneath Brock's body and pulled out a brown rug.
He laid over the blood, clapped his hands together and said again, "Like I clean...."
"Okay! Now lets get to plotting," Stu said enthusiastically.
"Fine..." Randy pouted.
~*~*~*~
Jenna stood before a mirror as she pulled her thirteen ghosts black t-shirt over her head. It was long enough to wear as a dress if she wanted so she thought it worked nicely with her black skirt. As she modeled her outfit off to the mirror Sara who laid on her bed, reading the back of the SLC Punk DVD case asked, "Who are you getting dressed up for?"
"No one!" Jenna answered truthfully as she flattened her cherished shirt down.
Sara rolled her eyes in disbelief as she looked away from the movie case to Kayleigh who stared back. She asked boredly, "Do you think she's dressing up for Stu, Kayleigh?"
"Who else is there?" Kayleigh shrugged as she flipped through the pages of a magazine as she stared everywhere else but at the magazine.
Jenna pulled her hair out of her loose messy ponytail and ran her fingers through her hair. She laughed and insisted, "There is no one!"
"Maybe she's going to steal Randy from me," Sara said in the same bored tone. It took her a moment to laugh at the thought of Jenna and Randy together. She laughed louder and louder then suddenly stopped and stared at Jenna oddly in suspicion.
Jenna glanced away from the mirror and noticed Sara's paranoid looks and reassured, "Randy isn't my type, you jealous barracuda!"
"Randy and Jenna forever!" Kayleigh teased.
Sara sent her a dangerous look then said, "You all need to shut up or I'll bite you both!"
"How is wearing my favorite t-shirt dressing up, anyway?" Jenna wondered as she looked back at the mirror.
Sara rolled her eyes and said, "You all are boring me!"
"Thanks so much for that," Jenna muttered sarcastically.
Kayleigh finally looked down at the magazine she read and replied blankly, "If we're so boring then why don't you go see your killer boyfriend."
"No.... If I go see him then I'll have to be around Brock then everything will be all awkward," Sara sighed drearily.
"Fine!" Jenna snapped, tired of her complaints, "I'll go get him and tell him to come here!"
"Whatever...." Sara muttered, her way of saying yes when she didn't want to.
"Fine... I'm leaving!" Jenna walked toward the door then stopped once her hand was on the doorknob. She glanced at both of her friends and said emotionlessly, "If I end up dead just you two remember that I loved you both."
"Yeah...Whatever...." Sara muttered, her way of saying 'I love you too, man!'
Jenna rolled her eyes then grinned as Kayleigh said happily, "Child of the corn number one, you won't die. You're still a virgin! Virgins never die. Besides, Randy rocks. He wont try and kill you."
"You never know with crazed murderers...." Jenna pointed out.
Sara grinned mischievously as she said, "I'm sure you'll find a way to survive. You always do..."
"Damn straight!" She said as she turned the doorknob and opened the door. She walked away, closing the door after her with a smirk on her face.
Sara looked at Kayleigh who stared at her and inquired, "What's wrong?"
"You're being a bitch right now..." Kayleigh informed.
"Fine! I see how it's going to be! I'll just go wander the halls so I don't disturb you," Sara tossed the DVD case aside and got off her bed. She stomped over to the closet and pulled out a black trench coat and put it on.
"If you're leaving what was the point in sending Jenna out to get Randy?" Kayleigh asked.
Sara sported a look of deep contemplation until she said with a shrug, "When he gets here tell him he's boring and I'm breaking up with him...."
"What?!" Kayleigh's eyes widened in surprise.
Sara laughed wickedly, "I'm kidding. Just keep him busy until I come back. I need to pick up some Jolt."
"Oh... Okay," Kayleigh smiled, relieved.
"Remember to keep him busy! I need to talk to the bastard," Sara smiled as well as she moved toward the door.
"Yeah, I'll keep him busy. But you better hurry because I only have so much to say," Kayleigh watched as Sara opened the door and left. As she watched Sara close the door behind her she muttered, "My friends are insane...."
~*~*~
Author's note:
Okay... That's it for this chapter. The next chapter shall arrive soon, I promise! Guess what? Next chapter I'm introducing a new fucking awesome character. You all should be excited.