Living as a friend of Sam & Colby and the Sturniolo Triplets was tough because you never knew when you’d end up in a demonic school recording a video.

The air in the abandoned school felt heavier at night, thick with tension that had nothing to do with the “demonic presence” Sam and Colby swore was real. The group had split up, looking for spots to settle in for the night—if “settling in” was even possible in a place rumored to house lingering spirits. You and Sam, unsurprisingly, ended up together again, pretending you weren’t doing it on purpose.

It wasn’t the first time people pointed out how close the two of you were—how you always found excuses to touch, always stole glances when you thought no one was looking, and how Sam was literally eye-fucking you with every chance he got. You both denied it every time, brushing it off with laughter or sarcasm. But moments like this? Alone in a small janitor’s closet with barely enough space to move?

Sam closed the door behind him, careful not to make too much noise, and turned toward you with a crooked smile. “I think we found the coziest room in the school,” he said, gesturing to the broom leaning in the corner.

Then he chuckled softly, dropping his sleeping bag beside yours. The tiny room forced you to sit closer than necessary, your knees brushing as he settled in next to you. For a moment, it was quiet—too quiet, save for the distant murmur of the others somewhere down the hall.

Sam shifted slightly, his eyes catching yours, his smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “This place’s a nightmare,” he broke the silence. “But somehow, I’m more glad about being stuck in here with you.”

His words, ‘playful’ as you both always claim them to be, were enough to make your heart race and fill your stomach with butterflies.