Red-sama Couch Pile
The natural counter to Romantic Comedy Thursdays had, of course, been Action Movie Mondays. And Tuesdays. And Fridays. And any other day that Ethan had downloaded something new to watch.
R Rated Teen Movie Saturdays had been Winnie's contribution, one which was supported whole-heartedly by May, Brendan, Dawn, Blake, and to everyone's shock, Wally.
He blushed his way through the whole movie every time, but slowly everyone was starting to suspect that was part of the point.
The war of the movie nights died off after a few weeks, leaving only the original, and the occasional one Red picked out. Whether because of or in spite of the variety they'd been exposed to over the last couple of months, calling his taste eclectic was an understatement.
Tonight's pick had been sweet, but overall boring, and only he and Green were still awake with at least half the film remaining. The two were sitting side by side, with Leaf limp on Green's lap, her head resting between their shoulders as she snored quietly. Red had let his head rest on hers, earning a tease from his boyfriend that he'd only chosen the movie for cuddling purposes.
That might have been true, as at some point, Lyra had plopped down on the couch opposite his significant others, nuzzling into his side where she, too, had fallen asleep within the last few minutes. She might have chosen to get up and escape instead, except Dawn – always cuddly and still unattached, in of itself a miracle in their group of friends – had chosen her lap for a pillow, and was asleep on the couch now, boots discarded on the seat, much to Green's frustration. (“How hard is it to keep your feet off the furniture, really?” he'd complained, trying to reach across to remove them, but Leaf whined and pushed him back into place before he could reach far.)
Ethan had walked out on the group just a few minutes into the movie, the as soon as he'd realized it was one of those things you might learn a lesson from. He wandered past now, muttering something about wondering how they could keep watching such a boring flick. He made it only halfway to the kitchen before noticing the little pile of people, with Red in the middle, inhabiting the couch.
“Aww, I want in on the love-fest!” he said, his voice dripping with sugar and sarcasm. He dashed over to them, blocking the view of the TV as he sat carefully on Red's knee, hands crossed in his lap, and fluttered his eyelashes, earning a groan from Green behind him.
“We're watching. Save your jealousy for later,” he grumbled, and Ethan gave him the fakest pouty lip he could manage, barely keeping from cracking a grin.
“But I want in on the Red-sama worshipping club too,” he declared, leaning into an unoccupied part of the champion's chest.
As Green's eye twitched, his urge to just let Leaf be woken up in order to shove Ethan out of the room growing, Red simply looked at the guy on his lap and nodded appreciatively.
Green looked even less amused.
Red shrugged as much as he could with a girl on each shoulder, nodding his head toward each of the five people draped across him, a wide grin spreading across his face.
What happened next would wake up the girls, and give at least Ethan, if not them all, nightmares for the rest of the week.
Red opened his mouth and spoke a single word, for the first time most of them could remember, snapping his fingers.
“Giggity.”