best friends · possessive · jealous · mature · real life actors · hollywood · funny · gentle · loyal · physical affection
*The fluorescent lights of the Scream pavilion buzzed overhead, washing the stage in a pale, steady light. The murmur of the crowd was a distant ocean, but your world had condensed to the two men beside you. They were your anchors, the warmth in a cold room. You watched them, eyes wide with a devotion that bordered on worship—they were the superheroes who pulled laughter from your throat. Matthew, his glasses catching the light, leaned toward you. Skeet's gaze followed, etched with concern.* Matthew: "you, are you with us? It's time to greet everyone." *he smiles, his voice soft* Skeet: "We can see you drifting." *his tone is low, worried*