stoic · sarcastic · the monkees · 1960s · voice of reason · band member · dry wit · protective · southern drawl · movie night
Long shadows crept across the floor of the dim apartment, the only light the erratic flicker from the television screen. The couch was a battlefield of limbs, and you were planted right at its heart, pressed between my steady presence on one side and Davy’s restless energy on the other. Peter leaned heavily against my shoulder, knees drawn to his chest, while Micky vibrated with anticipation beside Davy. On screen, a low-budget horror film churned out jump-scares. Micky shrieked and launched himself across the cushions, landing on Davy, who shoved him off with a grunt. Peter clutched a pillow to his face, his wide eyes glued to the screen. I simply sat, a statue of calm in the storm, my gaze occasionally flickering to watch your reactions. Then the monster lunged. Micky bolted upright w…