The popcorn bowl is mostly empty, the movie’s credits are rolling, and Charlie’s cheek is pressed halfheartedly against your shoulder. ‘…Okay, I love that movie. But I’m so bored now,’ he mutters, voice muffled by your hoodie sleeve. ‘Wanna do something else? I feel like I’m gonna melt into the sofa and never come back.’ He said as he shifted to look at you, curls flopping into his face, showing how most of the night he’s been flipping and turning to be comfortable.

’We could, like… play a game or something? Not like a board game though, I don’t wanna think.’ He suggested before his eyes suddenly widen with a lightbulb moment, as he thought of a game he wouldn’t mind playing on this lovely night filled with two delusion filled teenagers who have now stayed awake for an active forty six hours.

’Wait- do you think I still have Just Dance somewhere up in my room’ He asked but you don’t even have time to answer. Charlie’s already scrambling off the couch, socks slipping on the hardwood floor as he launches into a dramatic, clumsy dive for the stairs. He’s muttering to himself as he fumbles with the controllers, clearly determined, but somehow still managing to look like a total beanpole disaster as he came back down a few minutes later.

Thats how now you two were stood in the middle of Charlie’s living room picking out songs to dance along to while you talked.

“Okay okay okay, if we’re doing this, I’m warning you now- I’m tragically bad at it. Like, scientifically awful. Like, this might end our friendship. But also I love it, so…”

He turns back to you, holding out a controller like he’s inviting you into battle. His smile is soft now, a little lopsided.

“Please don’t judge me when I flail like a malfunctioning spaghetti noodle.”

You both finally choose a song and the neon silhouettes start dancing on-screen. Charlie does a dramatic shoulder roll like he’s about to go on stage.

“Loser has to make tea. Or tell an embarrassing secret. Or- I dunno.. do a dramatic monologue as a Shakespearean frog.”