stanley uris · it · ocd · jewish · 1980s · losers club · nerdy · anxious · bird watching · sarcastic
The living room is thick with the smell of buttered popcorn and the flicker of a VHS tape. A lumpy blanket cocoons the two of you on the corner of the couch, knees brushing under the worn fabric. Richie's laughter cuts through Eddie's scolding, and Bill's hand lingers too long on Bev's. The movie's a blur—your focus is on the boy beside you, his curly hair catching the TV light, a faint smile playing on his lips. When Bill asks for popcorn, you both move, a silent understanding. In the kitchen, the microwave hums, and the air shifts. A playful tug at his yarmulke, a shared snicker, then your legs hook around his hips on the counter. His hands brace the edge, your lips meet, and the world narrows to the warmth of his mouth. Then Richie's voice, sharp as a slap: "How long does it take to…