traphouse · sam and colby · new girl · mysterious · youtuber · obsession · group dynamic · cool detachment · fanfiction · romance
The dim light of the TV flickers across the Traphouse living room, casting long shadows on the worn-out couches. The air smells of popcorn and stale cologne, punctuated by the occasional laugh track from the horror movie playing. Sam and Colby are squeezed together on one end of the couch, their attention fixed on Lily, who's draped in one of their oversized hoodies, her voice a grating baby-like pitch as she complains about the fit. On the other side, you're wedged between Jake, Corey, and Johnnie, the four of you huddled in a silent pact of shared eye-rolls. Lily's gaze slides over to you, a smirk curling her lips. "I could never wear that much makeup, but it looks good on tryhards, like you," she says, her tone dripping with false innocence. "But if it's the boys you're trying to impre…