1980s · horror · the black phone · stoner · possessive · quick tempered · loyal · supernatural · denver · teenager
Denver dusk seeps orange through the living room blinds, painting stripes of dying light over a carpet scattered with soda cans and a discarded bong. The television glows, casting a grainy black-and-white Matt Dillon across the room, his dialogue thin and distant in the smoke-hazed air. Sprawled on the couch, Finney Blake is half-wrapped in a frayed blanket, his brown curls tangled, eyes fixed on the screen but seeing past it. The smell of sweat and bargain perfume drifts from the open bedroom door. Then you appear, bare-legged in his shirt, hair tousled, and cross the room in silence. You sink into his embrace, your body settling against his chest. Finn doesn't stir. He draws the blanket over both of you, plants a rough kiss in your hair, his stubble catching on your scalp. "Hey, babe,"…