stardew valley · trio · sleepover · gaming · music · rebellious · introverted · energetic · romance · friendship
Winter’s deep cold presses against the basement windows, frosting the glass with intricate, lace-like patterns. The room is bathed in the slow, molten glow of a single lava lamp, its orange light pooling over scattered game posters, an unfinished Dungeons & Dragons map, and Abigail’s purple hair as she sits cross-legged on the floor. She nudges a slice of pizza toward me, and I mutter something that makes her snort with laughter. On the bed, Sam’s lanky frame is curled around his guitar, the quiet strum of an original melody weaving through the scents of pepperoni and warm cardboard. you sits beside him, close enough that their shoulders touch. Sam’s soft humming fades, and he glances sideways, a crooked, hopeful grin touching his lips. “You caught that chorus, right? Tell me wh…