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Leaving you is so hard to do
Attached could define the concept of stu towards Billy, you'd invariably catch sight of those two at once wandering around together, the taller one of the two was infatuated and enamored by the psycho boy. It was impossible never to see them not apart, it was a constant cycle of Stu skimming over Billy in the sense of security but also the dependence on him, the consistency of being somewhat addicted to attention of Billy is what drove him to continue the murders with him, just wanting to make his billy smile in satisfaction was his purpose.
Stu was very co-dependent on the dark brown-haired male, whenever they were together he'd never wanted to leave had Billy not told him to fuck off every time, Billy nevertheless, was different; Billy was more of an avoidant problem. He knows of Stu's unintentional attachment and allegiance to the boy, the repeated following behind him, Stu emotionally and physically couldn't leave Billy alone while Billy hungered and valued this as he had a loyal follower yet it scared him to the feeling of aliveness Stu made him feel. The brown-haired male compelled himself to avoid finding pleasure in the action of the tall and slender male flushing down the human likeness he felt as if he liked feeling like a dead man but he needed Stu for everything.
Keeps me blue 'til I
He could tolerate many things but having to face one thing about him he found disgusting. The way the psychotic blonde found a way to affect Billy in ways he could never imagine had him confused, how could he handle such a task of his feelings? Why must he shrivel and succumb to the pain of having his emotions on one person? He prefers having the feeling of independence but maybe the shower of light such as Stu was too bright for him to ignore.
Every time you glow then I start to grow
Billy was familiar with the smile Stu would display to everyone and even Billy himself and he found the smile comforting in a way. The smile the tall dirty blonde would show to his best friend wasn't a smile he would give to anyone without the obvious intent behind it but everyone was small-minded idiots, who couldn't understand the two, didn't recognize the smile with such a condescending grin full of lies.
His charm was his smile, but the one he gave Billy was an actual genuine smile but not a pleasant and soothing type. It was full of a psychopathic intent and one that would strike others uncomfortable and leave them afraid but not Billy, he took in the likeness of this smile he gauged from Stu because it connected him with Stu and he could feel himself grow as an individual as he saw the other glow in his smile.
Can't do it alone anymore in the dirt
The murder of Maureen was the start of so much, a murder spree, the realization of things. Perhaps he did need Stu as much as Roman said and conceivably even more. He's noticed how much having the help of Stu results in a high feeling of euphoria, he feels so much more with him around to alleviate. Such as how he was able to think of how they could get away with it; framing Sidney's dad, and being the only people left.
Ever since he met Stu he was intrigued by him, which was a rare case as little interested Billy, so he's always had some sort of a spot in Billy's mind, and that moment would forever leave Stu in such a delight knowing he's always had Billy's approval in such a way.
Even when it rains, I need your little rays
His face stood still, looking onward into nothingness or projecting his ideations into the open sky. The rain poured its heart out of the sky reflecting its hurt onto others, he had been in Stu’s backyard taking in the light shower of pain with every droplet of a thought splitting into another and another. Nothing faltered the blank of his face, he felt the sting of his eyes well up with tears yet not a single one fell. Billy was not one to display such raw emotions, it gave too much away about himself that he hadn't been ready to process or accept. The day his mother left played over in his nonstop as if to make sure it would never leave his mind—engraved, etched, burned into his mind as to never forget the day he was abandoned. Anger and hotness scorned every part of his body as he imagined Maureen and his—he couldn't even think of it, the man he thought he knew. It made him sick sharing a house with his father, all he saw on his face was guilt but even then he knew his father wasn't remorseful, babies adopt traits and behaviors from adult figures they were entrusted to from the makers above, growing up his father wasn't one to show compassion towards anyone, he saw the lack of care in his eyes it scared him when he was younger yet he found solace in the scowl and he only adopted to his environment—yet the thing he had yet to understand was his rages and right now he felt it but also the grief of the life he was familiarized with.
The rain cried harder, screaming his pain and only the sound of its quiet cries roared through the streets of Woodsboro. He understands though, he hears the silent cries loud, maybe the silent cries were his—still no tear had fallen, yet he felt he was drowning in them not even bothering to swim. The sight around him was slightly blurred, he couldn't make out where his eyes were wandering because he was still projecting his subconscious yet he noticed the look of Stu's house—he hadn't known he was outside of his house, at least that was the thinking Billy had earlier, the burnt out cigarette on the ground and the empty bottle of beer next to its remains. Billy wasn't aware of why he chose Stu’s house, thinking back to what Roman spoke of, needing an accomplice, he just knew.
Stu was inside, bored, and he had pent-up anger due to Tatum—She wasn't one he enjoyed much anymore, he found her annoying as the months played on of dating her, it was on a whim and he went for it not thinking much of it, he was bored and Casey had dumped him. Why not? He thought but he regretted it, they had another argument—he decided to go to the kitchen, he noticed the rain as it pelted the roof of his house. Stu liked the rain as each drop fell he felt the calm wash over him, yet it wasn't enough. He decided to go to the back of his house, dressing himself with a hoodie and slipping some shoes on and he stepped out feeling the breeze that accompanied the rain, he noticed someone sitting outside, on the ground.
“HEY!”
Billy shook at the sound, he faced the direction of the sound to find Stu, staring at him. Billy wasn't nervous, he wasn't scared, his face still blank of any emotion as Stu walked towards him and sat down—he must've recognized Billy as he continued walking towards the lonesome figure.
“What are you doing here?”
Billy stayed silent, afraid of interrupting the whispered cries. The silence did not fully go unnoticed but Stu knew Billy wasn't one to speak, so they sat in silence as the cloud shared its tears with them both, Billy was furious and it was overcoming him, he felt the urges bite at him. He needed her gone—he needed the slut dead, be brought to justice, and serve her time for her nasty crime.
“I need your help—”
“With what?”
“I need you to help me kill Maureen Prescott”
“Okay”
Stu hadn't said much but it was for Billy, he couldn't say no. He saw the silent damage he was hiding, he felt it himself. Billy was reflecting his feelings onto Stu, hoping he felt every scar and wound. The taller boy didn't understand why Billy wanted this woman dead, but he’d help, he smiled and Billy saw the smile that was only meant for him. At the time he felt rage but a feeling of control and he loved it, yet that smile showered him in a way that felt hopeful, that was the first time stus smiled and settled his thoughts of his mother abandoning him.
Some things never change even when they hurt
He saw the way Tatum and Stu roamed the hallways, holding hands, and kissing, it was gross. Yet anytime they came close to one another around Billy it made him want to strangle the ‘blonde bitch’—day after day once school began till it ended he endured them, sucking faces, grinding onto each other, every day it was the same shit and his feelings only got worse. He hadn't figured out why it upset him the way it did, he hated them together but he hated her. It felt like a murder in his chest, why must he endure this? Crippled by his thoughts, he just sat there every time they were together and watched them closely analyzing every detail of them. Soon though he began dating Sidney, he wanted her eradicated, all traces of the slut gone, which meant Sidney had to go as well.
Even when he began dating Sidney, he hoped for the pain he received to return to another person, kissing her in front of- he didn't like Stu, he was merely using him and he was only sick of the constant PDA they showed, but even then nothing changed with them. He seemed unaffected by it all, even looking Billy in his eyes as he kissed Tatum, he was taunting Billy. He knew Billy hated the physical affection they shared aloud, he got off on it and he would keep doing it just to piss him off, he held a grudge over that for the longest. He was misconstruing it all, unaware of exactly how far stus devotion truly went, his feelings traveling deeper, so far it reached nothing but a dark area, the unknown. Because who knows how far he would go for Billy? Only him.
Where you goin'? I'm too fast
You say whatchu doin'? Don't do that
Never been a liar,
I'm a lilac and you are my sun And every season I need you to come back
Standing in the shade during a warmer-than-normal summer outing, it had been Billy, Stu, Tatum, and Sidney. Billy and Sidney had wandered off while the other two remained under a tree, kissing as usual yet Stu wasn't satisfied, he was still hungry for someone's lip on his, a desire to consume. Tatum had left Stu not too long after their heated session, Stu was left alone, wilting away as he continued to be deprived of the sun. He felt down, lonely, he felt dry, and empty not having felt much of a ‘romantic’ connection with the blonde that had just left to go find Sidney—he hated her, once she began to hang around Billy, toting him around it pissed him off. Billy didn't need her when he had him. That's what Stu thought, she wasn't willing to sacrifice everything to prove her worth to Billy, she was boring—unexciting and he knew she was uninteresting to Billy.
It had been more than 20 minutes, no one was with Stu and he was feeling sick. Filling with anger at the thought of those two alone, touching each other. They’ve been planning it all out, how exactly they would take the sluts disciple out. However, it resulted in Billy touching her, fucking her. Stu wanted this played out like out of a horror movie, tropes and all, Sidney was going to die and because she was a virgin it wouldn't “work”. Everything was planned, and not a single detail was missed.
Stu laid his head down on the warm grass, smelling the world around him, taking in every scent yet none mattered—they weren't the smell of a cheap-smelling cologne with a hint of cigarettes chasing after. His eyes shut, hearing the wind gusts and the bugs harmonizing in tune, it was all a nice sound but they weren't him. It frustrated Stu, not to be able to be near him as of right now—He hoped Tatum found them and snatched Sidney away from Billy so he would come back, and feed the dying flower.
He got what he wanted. Billy arrived at the tree yet by himself, he could smell him, and his heart was aggressively beating, he felt himself come back alive. It felt like a death sentence being around Tatum for the amount of time he was with her, alone, no amount of envisioning her as the shorter male would ever be enough because she wasn't him. He wasn't devoted to her, he hadn't pledged to her, he hadn't willingly in his head wished himself to death for her but instead him. He needed him, he wanted him, he wanted to touch him, explore him, find what ticks him off —Cut him open, rest upon his beating heart as it beat in sync.
“Where's Tatum?”
“She went to find Sidney—thought you ran into her..”
“No—Sid just left”
Sid—stupid fucking Sid. Stu wanted her dead now, he couldn't wait another few weeks to enact their plan. She was pushing it, taking what was Stu’s. He wanted her with her mother, they're both sluts it's only fitting.
Billy sat down next to Stu in the shade yet it didn’t feel like the shade anymore, he felt warm as his sun allowed him to live. It was silent for the rest of the time they were there until their girlfriends returned. Stu and Billy only agitating themselves as they saw each other. Billy felt his rage boiling over, intensely breathing and huffing his fist clenching. Marks from his fingernails were left, and dark crescent bruises. Stu wanted her dead, his fantasies ran wild as he thought of every way to spill the guts of the black-haired girl. The difference between the two was one knew why he was upset, the other, not so much.
When you're gone, sky turns crimson So I wait for the dawn 'til I
The sun was setting—his room colored a sunset ombre as the oranges and reds flowed together. He was alone, his father was nowhere to be found today which most likely meant work yet he didn't mind because he hated his father who ruined it all. He wanted Stu over, but he didn't also. Billy was making himself sick with how he was becoming. All of these thoughts flooded his mind, they all were of Stu and subconsciously he honored him with the title of the sun. Laying in bed, the heat of the summer overtaking his room, he swept his sweat-filled hair back and reached for a cigarette he had stolen from his father's room. He lit one, and then another, and another. Must he be this sick in the head to even think of Stu the way he has? Yet he wasn't disgusted with himself for the thoughts that plastered his mind. He wanted him in his grasp, his hold, a knife to his throat, a carving of the letter B in his skin.
Night soon fell, still alone, his father was probably with another woman. Bastard. As the hours passed by he was losing more of himself, the crickets outside singing their lullabies and hushing all cries that could be heard from the neighbor's babies. Not a wink of sleep, it had already been 3 in the morning and all he wanted was him, his accomplice, his peasant, his sun. The sun rose, and Billy wasn't fazed because the sun's rays felt cold, they didn't energize him. That wasn't the sun he needed.
Every time you shine, you help me define How to remind myself what it's worth
Armed with a knife, a coat, and a mask the plan had started. First, they would take out Casey and her boyfriend, they sat in a car a distance away from the house of Steve Orth—the newer boyfriend of Casey Becker, Stu wasn't hung up on her yet he hated he was treated like trash, something to discard and they needed a start, one to set off alarms and set the fear in peoples hearts that once again the murders are happenings. The moon shined bright, casting itself inside the car and illuminating its presence within the car. Billy was hawking the driveway trying to catch Steve—It was a thrill feeling like a hunter, waiting, dead silence and patience in the end to kill. Stu was more focused on the side profile of the other, his prominent jawline and his lashes flowing gracefully, he was lost in his skin—trailing his eyes through each feature spending his time, analyzing the sight next to him, his God sat beside him, stalking, huffing, growling.
Billy turned his head towards Stu, he wasn't expecting his eyes to be on him.
“What?”
“You look—amazing”
“Stu- focus”
He emphasized the word focus, he huffed and turned his back to the driveway still disappointed to have not seen the jock. It was close to 8pm, they’d watched him before and he was always home by 8pm so this was odd—it pissed Billy off, a change in plans, he was messing it up, he was ruining the shots—the scenes. Stu still hadn't moved his eyes away, nothing could make him look away from Billy, his heart was racing and he felt a sensation or an urge, a desire tugging at him. It was worth it—being Billy's scapegoat if he had to, it all had meaning to him. It's all he wanted was to prove to Billy he made the right choice, nothing could ever change what he felt for him, the moon's glare reflecting off of his skin—he was made for this, he was made to be his worshipper, praying to his God.
Billy felt the stares and the atmosphere and it felt as if he would die. This was the first time Billy had ever felt nervous, he gripped the wheel aching for an oral fixation of a cigarette poisoning his lungs and charring his throat. He was nervous because over the year he was confused, over his fantasies about him. He turned to face Stu again, he was getting angry—Steve was fucking late. He kept a poker face, showing he was calm and lately, he's been doing that but it's beginning to falter. His eyes pierced Stus, a glint of anger, his eyes were empty. Stu’d eyes were dilated as he continued to focus, drool falling down the corners of his mouth. Billy wanted to he didn't know what he wanted to do anymore, but he wanted him. At first, this started only to be the master and his puppet. He only took from Stu and wanted to use him, but he's failed as he's giving him everything.
“Why are you fucking staring at me.”
“Why not”
“It's fucking weird”
“I love looking at you”
He smiled, wide, a mischievous grin. It wasn't the ones he usually gave Billy but it always wasn't the ones he had ever seen him give to anyone else, they had a staring contest but it was more than just a stare, they each had a desire. The tension within the car was strong and sickening, yet it was perfect. Billy raised his hand to Stu’d face grazing it over his face, he felt the male submit to him, his worshipper. It was meant to be, they were meant to be. Billy clasped his hand around stu’s jawline while Stu reached for billys throat, they shared a kiss, but it was a clash of teeth, biting each other's lip drawing blood, sucking the wound. As they pulled away they noticed a vehicle pulling into the driveway with Steve Orth hopping out of the car—alone.
“Let's go.”
Even when it rains, I need your little rays
Some things never change even when they hurt
Where you goin'? I'm too fast
You say whatchu doin'? Don't do that
Never been a liar, baby, I'm a lilac and you are my sun And every season I need you to keep glowing