Day Moons

4- Sammy

   Believe me I wanted to get out of the house more, he never goes anywhere, but I feel like taking me camping alone, three hours away was a really big jump. But I wasn't gonna question it, even though he would never admit it he was sensitive, and whenever he did something excentric like this it's usually because he feels guilty. 

   The only difference this time is I don't know what he feels guilty about. Which either meant he had no good reason or he was hiding something. I still wasn't gonna drill him about whatever he was hiding because he never kept things from me, and If he felt the need to do so I probably didn't want to know. 

   The problem with that is I'm super nosy. But i'll find out eventually so might as well just wait. 

   We pulled back into his driveway and he looked nervous. "What's up?" I ask before I think, and he looks over to me with a grimace. "I'msorryaboutwhatIsaidattheicecreamstore." He blurted with a redness blossoming in his cheeks. 

   "What the hell did you just say? Try again, calm yourself man." I reassured him. "I'm sorry about what I said at the ice cream place, I didn't think, I sounded like a big jerk." He said quietly. I hadn't even thought about what he said- well that's a lie, but I didn't think he sounded like a jerk. "What do you mean? Since when do you apologize for flirting with me? I know you're just joking and I should be thanking you for hiding me because I forgot to change out of these ridiculous shorts."

   He sighed like he was relieved and then I remembered something I should have asked before we got into this awkward conversation. "I know this is probably bad timing, but can I stay over? My parents have been arguing and my anxiety has been through the roof." 

   "Of course. You can always stay, you know that." He responded gently. "But I still get to pick what we're watching." He adds quickly. I laugh, because I know exactly what he intends. "Alright we can go watch Ten Things I Hate About you." I inquire. "I was actually thinking Clueless." 

   Once we get back up to his room he showers and changes, while I find Clueless, I mean you can't argue with young Paul Rudd no matter what your sexuality is. "Is it on Netflix?" I call towards his bathroom. I heard the shower turn off a moment ago so he should be able to hear me. "Yeah I think so, hang on i'm almost done!" he calls back. 

   I go to Netflix and pull up the movie, setting a large bowl of m&m's and popcorn between us. Then he steps out of the bathroom, and I think I forgot what the word shirt means. He's wearing his old gym shorts that are just too big and sit oh so low on his hips. 

   And wouldn't you know my luck, I choke on a piece of popcorn. "When did you get abs?" I ask, looking at the prominent bulges of muscle on my best friend's stomach, and the upside down Dorito that is his abdomen. 

   "Oh come on we went  to the pool last week." He says sitting on the bed next to me. "You kept your shirt on." I respond too quickly. Oh my God. I'm making it sound like i'm in love with him. 

   "Hm, well I guess you get to see them now. I'm quite proud of them." He smirks over at me and I don't dare retaliate, for fear of embarrassing myself. 

   I reach for the remote and play the movie.