Like Saturn and Mercury Under Eclipse

Chapter 15

(A/N: MM stands for Mask Man)

I grab my phone, tapping on the text. I ignore the other texts from everyone else, they're not important right now. My eyes fly over the message.

MM: Max? Can we talk? I'm not technically off break. I just really need to discuss something with you.

I smile, typing a quick response. The following conversation was not what I expected. But it was at least something.

Max: Ofc! What's going on?
MM: About the 11th. Are we rescheduling?
Max: If you're not off break by the 10th, then yes. You can text me a new date. If you are off break, we're still on.
MM: Alright. How is all of the smp?
Max: We went on hold
MM: Why?
Max: Didn't feel right to anyone to be going on without you.
MM: Are you close with anyone?
Max: Yes! Everyone is great. Mainly though, I'd say just Ranboo, Charlie, and Foolish.
MM: Foolish is a cool guy
Max: Mhm! He facetimes me on his weekend walks (he walks a lot)
MM: He does walk a lot, yes.
MM: Do you like him?
Max: Foolish is an attractive guy, I won't lie about that, but he's not exactly my type in the long run.
MM: What's your type?
Max: Crazy, the good kind
MM: Okay. So, who in the smp would be your type?
Max: I'm not in love with anyone Clay. But I'd say probably only Nick, Boomer, and Luke.
MM: Nice. They're all good guys yk.
Max: I know, Clay
MM: Well. I'm gonna go now. I'll think about my break
Max: Alright, bye. Take care
MM: Bye

My brows furrow in confusion. Why did he ask about all of that? Does my type matter to him? Why are the people I could possibly like important to him?

What is his type? Who could he maybe like? Did he want me to ask him the same things? Was he wanting me to know?

I sit for a few hours, wallowing in confusion. My eyes are still fixed on our now abandoned messages. He asked about our plans, then my type, then who I could maybe like in the future.

Nick was one of them. Isn't he Clay's roomate and best friend? Is Nick gay, and Clay maybe got defensive? Does he want me to date Nick?

Nothing makes sense. Clay, his break, our plans, his questions. None of it is clicking! I'm normally able to understand situations easily, but this just isn't clear.

It feels like walking through a lifetime supply of fog. You can't see the answers, the reasons, the outcomes. You can't see any of it, so nothing makes sense.

Then, something in my head clicked. Everything came together in one huge spiral. I think part of me denied it, so it floated around as a question.

Was I Clay's type?