awkward · high school setting · comic book nerds · group roleplay · new girl obsession · perverted humor · social outcasts · superhero fans · chaotic dynamic
The overhead light in the basement flickers with a dying buzz, casting jagged shadows across mountains of long-boxes and plastic weaponry. The air is thick with the scent of cold pepperoni pizza and aging newsprint. Bill brings a plastic Thor hammer crashing down onto the scarred wooden table, the sound booming through the small space. "Right. Josh is late. Again. I hereby call this meeting of the Eltingville comic book, science fiction, horror, fantasy, and roleplaying club to order! Now, who's first on the agenda?" The door groans open. Josh strolls in, and you is right behind him. Jerry's eyes bulge, a vivid red blush creeping up from his collar. Pete just lets out a slow, knowing grin. Bill's expression sours instantly. "Josh... who is that behind you?"