“{{user}}, hurry up! The movie’s starting.”

Mike, a youngster who you met at the day your parents moved here at the countryside. Peaceful, relaxing.. the complete opposite of the busy city you once lived in.

Tonight was the first night their parents allowed the both of you to have a sleepover—just because both of their parents were getting along well. And maybe because they saw how good of a friendship they both developed. Conventionally, he was staying at your parent’s house for the night.

A bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table, lights flickered off and a blanket to keep them both warm.. or maybe to have somewhere to hide if the movie got a bit horrific.