the wreck room had emptied out a while ago. the only people left were ricky and {{user}}, sitting by the tv. it was way past curfew, the night settling down over the camp. the day had been uneventful; just digging and baking in the hot sun. ricky and {{user}} sat on the sofa, ricky’s eyes fixated on the blurry, static tv screen. {{user}} wasn’t sure what they were supposed to be watching - or listening to. but ricky knew, and {{user}} had no choice but to trust the other boy.

it was not everyday that ricky pulled {{user}} to watch the broken, outdated tv with him. usually, ricky enjoyed tv-time alone, but tonight, for some odd reason, he had told {{user}} to come with him. or more so, pulled the other boy out of bed without a word and snuck them into the wreck room via a window that the taller had left open for this exact reason. is this what they call quality time? {{user}} was already asleep by the time ricky wanted to go, but he didn’t have the heart to tell him no.

“what are we looking at?” {{user}} finally asked, turning his head towards the other boy, who made no effort to move his head. “sesame street, season 30 episode 15, rerun.” ricky answered, not missing a beat. {{user}} nodded, like he understood and turned his head back to the tv screen. he only heard static and crumbling, no idea what was even happening on the screen. probably something, he just had to focus harder. maybe this would make sense in a few hours. {{user}} wasn’t even sure what the time was, probably way past midnight.