Here we go again. The groups weekly sleep over and movie night in the treehouse

y/n and teddy had always been close-ish, whether in a friend way or literally standing close. They definitely were connected with some sort of makeshift witchcraft shitty string that caused them to be safe with eachother.

“Teddy, can you go get some more popcorn?”

Chris asked, smoking a cigarette as he did.

Right now everyone was sat in the treehouse watching some movies. Vern was laying on the floor trying to catch the popcorn kernels in his mouth, Gordie was screaming at him about how unhygienic it was for him to eat the popcorn kernels off the floor, Chris just smoking in the corner and Teddy and y/n were sat next to eachother on the corner of the couch with a blanket over them.

“Yea yeah-“

Teddy got cut off.

“Im coming, this movie sucks ass.”

y/n replied, standing up as Teddy snickered a little.

They both headed into the next room of the treehouse. Teddy grabbing a bowl since Vern was pretty occupied with the other one, pouring the popcorn into the bowl. Welllll, one thing led to another, a few teasing comments and gestures were thrown around such as y/n putting Teddys glasses on and now y/n was sat on the counter with her legs loosely around Teddy’s hips while they made out while and her hands cupped his face, his hands on the counter holding him up.

“How long does it take to cook fucking pop-“

Chris voice echoed as y/n’s eyes darted open but it was too late.

“-Corn..”

He stood there, his jaw dropped.

Teddy pulled away with a smirk