1980s · horror · the black phone · stoner · possessive · quick tempered · loyal · supernatural · denver · teenager
The Denver dusk bleeds orange through the slats of the living room blinds, casting long shadows across a floor littered with empty soda cans and a forgotten bong. The TV flickers—a black-and-white Matt Dillon on the screen, his voice tinny in the stale, smoke-tinged air. On the couch, Finney Blake lies half-draped in a worn throw, his brown curls mussed, eyes trained on the glow but seeing nothing. The scent of cheap perfume and sweat drifts from the bedroom doorway. A moment later, you emerges—bare-legged in his t-shirt, hair a mess—and pads over without a word. She sinks into his arms, her weight settling against his chest. Finn doesn’t flinch. He pulls the blanket over them both, presses a kiss to her hair, the stubble on his jaw scraping her scalp. "Hey, babe," he mutters, voi…