Stu stared out the rolled down window of Billy's car, the air conditioning didn't work, and it was a brutal ninety-four degrees outside.
"I'm really starting to hate summer..." Stu sighed tiredly with boredom, leaning his head back against the car seat.
"Are you fuckin' kidding me?" Billy snapped uneasily, staring out the parked car's windshield.
"At least when school's goin' on you have something to do..." Stu replied in almost a yawn.
They were parked outside the local supermarket, for what reason, only Billy knew.
Stu sighed again, his feet now propped up on the dashboard, his untied black boots blocking the sun's searing rays. Billy watched persistently as people entered and exited the store's only entrance, then finally he saw his desired target.
"I hate her..." Billy muttered under his breath, Stu jadedly tilted his feet to the left, giving him a clear view of who his friend was talking about.
"Isn't that Sidney's mom?" the lanky boy asked in a daze, a bit confused with the heated tone to Billy's voice when he spoke of Maureen Prescott.
"Look at her..." was Billy's answer to his question, he now glared at the older woman with loathing as she spoke casually with one of the store's young male grocery baggers.
"What am I looking for exactly?" Stu asked smartly, glancing from Billy to Maureen, he was lost.
"Flirting with this asshole... a husband at home..." Billy muttered angrily to himself more then Stu.
"Don't forget ol' Cotton..." Stu reminded him simply. "I'm sure he's feelin' pretty lonesome right about now..." he added smugly, trying not to laugh at his own joke.
"Someone should just kill that slut... put her out of her misery!" Billy spat with disgust as he watched the woman walk to her car happily in her own perfect little world.
"Yeah, yeah... whatever." Stu sighed with disinterest, he then glanced over at the coffee shop across from where they were parked, he glared at the sight of Casey Becker and her new boyfriend, Steve. "You know who I hate..." he then said coldly.
"Who?" Billy asked, his sights still on Mrs. Prescott as she searched through her purse for her car keys.
"Casey Becker... little miss perfect..." Stu said darkly as he continued to glare the couple's way.
"That's just 'cause she left you for Mr. I'm a big Basketball Star!" Billy joked lightly, scoffing at Stu's repulsion towards their affection.
"Not just that... she thinks she's so much better then everyone else..." he snarled back, his dark stare unbreakable. "I wish I could teach her a lesson or two... her prick jock boy-toy too!" he finished before looking down at the black paved road below his window, he now seemed deep in thought.
Billy watched Stu closely as he considered a few things himself.
"Maybe we can help each other out..." Billy suggested, sending a knowledgeable look in Stu's direction.
"Dude..." Stu replied, giving Billy a creeped out look as he scooted further away from him. "I don't do that..." he explained seriously with a slight shake of his head.
"I mean get rid of our problems you dickhead!" Billy retorted coarsely, Stu only gave him an 'oh...' expression before looking back out of his window.
"Why not..." Stu sighed with a shrug of his shoulders, Billy only nodded contently at his reply.
The knock came loud upon the cheaply painted wood of the door. Stu tossed in his sleep at the annoying sound. The knocking became even louder as the person outside his room banged at the closed door intently.
Stu unwilling sat upright in the bed, his head still groggy from sleep as he attempted to stand and walk at the same time.
"Shut up! I'm coming! Jesus!" he snarled tiredly as he made his way to the door.
He glanced over at his roommate's bed before opening the door, it was empty as usual. Stu unlocked and opened the door to find two men in suits standing outside in the hallway.
"Can I help you?" Stu asked weakly, worry overcoming him at the realization that they were cops.
"Stu Myers?" the one in the navy blue suit questioned robotically, Stu only nodded in response. "We're going to need you to come with us please." he finished in the same programmed tone.
"Can I at least get dressed first?" Stu asked them loftily, the two detectives looked Stu over, he was wearing only his boxers, they then looked at one another. "Do what you need to do." the detective in navy answered sternly, Stu shut the door on them to change.
"We understand that you were seen last night at a party one of the fraternities threw..." the detective asked Stu as they sat in the small and bare interrogation room.
"Yeah..." Stu answered simply.
"And that you had a confrontation with a student at that party." he then questioned.
"Um... I think so... it was a long night." Stu remarked, trying to think back on the night before.
"Do you happen to have an alibi for between one fifteen and one forty-five in the morning last night?" the detective in the gray suit asked him finally.
"I..." Stu trailed off blankly, not knowing what to say or where the conversation was going. "Why?" he then wondered innocently.
"Don't screw with me son!" the detective in gray suddenly shouted angrily in Stu's face, trying to intimidate him, this only made Stu even more confused.
"I'm not! I swear... I would never... screw... you... Sir..." Stu said slowly with great confusion to the situation, he looked up at the two cops, who now looked even more angry then before.
"We have a dozen witnesses who put you at the party, punching our victim only minutes before his death!" the one in navy announced, this caused Stu to shake his head in a lost manner.
"Death, who died?" he asked them, his tone lost and curious at the same time.
"Barry Newwood." the cop told him, this only puzzled him more.
"Who?" Stu asked again, completely bewildered, the cop in gray only tossed a piece of paper in front of him.
Stu looked down at the stray paper before him on the rickety table, he then realized it was a crime scene photo.
"Shit..." was his only response as he stared at the picture of the boy he had hit for coming on to Maggie, he was laying in the middle of a kitchen and had clearly been stabbed through the right ear with a pair of scissors.
"Now you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" the detective in gray questioned with suspicion.
Stu quickly recognized the room and the murder weapon in the photo, this wasn't looking too good for him.
"We retrieved the weapon from the murder scene, wasn't too hard to figure out what had killed him, the scissors were still in his head when we found him!" the gray detective explained accusingly, narrowing his shaggy gray eyebrows, which matched his suit, as he spoke.
Stu looked up from the photo once again to gaze at the two cops in shock, he was being interrogated for murder... who would have guessed, him, a murder suspect!
"Now like I asked before..." the detective in gray said as he took a step closer to Stu. "Do you have an alibi for last night?" he questioned him in a deep, intimidating voice, Stu only stared at him mutely.
"Yes... he does actually..." a female cop in uniform answered his question as she stood in the now open doorway of the interrogation room.
Both detectives and Stu stared at her completely dumbstruck.
"I do?" Stu muttered in utter confusion, it was then that the female cop stepped aside to reveal Maggie standing behind her. "I mean, I do!" he then corrected himself confidently, standing up from his seat, a huge weight lifted from his shoulders.
"He was with you between the hours of 1 and 2 a.m. last night?" the navy detective asked Maggie hesitantly, she only nodded certainly.
"And just what were you two doing in that time frame?" the gray detective spat at Maggie, trying his damnedest to catch her in a lie.
Maggie paused for a moment, she couldn't think anything up it seemed as she eyed the dirty concrete floor of the police station. Stu quickly noticed her blankness and decided to take this as the perfect opportunity to jump into the conversation.
"Well it was late, and she had had some drinks... you know how they get once they've had a few..." he began to explain, his voice now overly confident and a bit amused by everything that was happening. "She just couldn't get enough of me!" he said as he leaned in and kissed Maggie on her neck lustfully to emphasize his point.
Maggie quickly looked up from the floor at realization of what her boyfriend was telling the police.
"Needless to say that took up pretty much the whole night... then there was that half hour she needed to come up for some air..." he bragged shamelessly, looking at Maggie the whole time, she only glared at him heatedly in silence.
"We get the picture..." the detective in navy told him with a wave of his hand.
"Yeah, so do I..." Maggie mumbled under her breath as she gave Stu the evil eye, he only smiled at her with amusement.
"You're free to go..." the navy detective unwillingly stated.
"Oh... before you go..." the gray detective cut in before they could leave the room. "We would like to get a finger print sample from you Mr. Myers, to match with the murder weapon, if you don't mind." he asked Stu, he was still doubtful of the boy's innocence.
"Well if I did that you'd probably find my prints on the scissors..." Stu told him, both detectives and Maggie looked Stu over in suspicion. "I mean I had held them earlier that night, but that was it..." he finished honestly, the cops weren't so convinced though.
"You just held them... that's it?" the cop in the navy suit asked curiously, Stu nodded.
"Then does that mean you'll be giving us a sample?" the gray cop inquired finally.
"Do I have to?" Stu wondered.
"No..." the gray detective added reluctantly.
"Then no." Stu replied with a simple shake of his head, he then took Maggie by then hand and led her out of the interrogation room.
"Damnit!" the detective in gray snarled to himself as he watched Stu leave the station from afar, he was so sure that they had caught the killer. "I'm thinking of gettin' out of this business, I can't take it any longer... the damn little punks are startin' to get to me!" he sighed drearily in defeat.
"You mean... you're retiring?" the navy detective questioned in shock.
"I can't do this again, after this case... I'm leaving for good!" he continued sternly, he then looked back to where Stu and Maggie had left. "Damn little bastards!" he spat one last time before leaving the interrogation room as well.