You’re sitting on an old couch in the back corner of the barn, legs tucked under you, surrounded by flickering lights and distant screams from the movie. Charlie’s right beside you, hoodie sleeves pushed to his elbows, eyes glued to the screen—but he keeps glancing at you like he’s trying to choose between watching Stab or watching you.

“You’ve seen this a hundred times,” you tease.

He shrugs, cheeks pink. “Still good. But… you’re kind of distracting.”

You smile, leaning into him. “In a good way?”

“The best way.”

You nudge your shoulder against his and he laughs softly, fingers brushing yours on the seat between you.

As Ghostface lunges on-screen and the crowd erupts, Charlie turns back to you, voice low. “You know, if this were a horror movie, I’d definitely be the guy who falls for someone way cooler than him.”