Bad Habit

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How Finny ended up at such a posh, stereotypical, over the top party was far beyond him. After a couple drinks in his bedroom and a curious hand that discovered the address of a proclaimed "banger" on twitter, he got into his car and headed over. He knew the neighborhood the party was in fairly well, seeing as his best friend was a resident there. They weren't on the best of terms when Finny walked into the booming house, hence why Finny was there, as opposed to playing video games with his friend and shoving his face with chips and beer.

Finny wished he was with his friend, Aro, but alas, he was not. He was surrounded by boys and girls who attended his high school, and some he didn't recognize. It didn't matter because he had no interest in talking to any of them. Most of his classmates refused to acknowledge him, at that party and at school too. And if on the rare occasion he was acknowledged, it was usually because he was in for a beating, verbal or physical. Finny knew that he got abused by his peers because frankly, he was a dick, but that was no motivation for him to change his ways. He continued provoking people and mucking around like he was hot shit until the people around him refused to hear it anymore. He was lucky to have one friend as loyal as Aro, and he often wondered why such a good looking, nice, intelligent person such as himself stayed good friends with such an asshole as Finny. Aro was somewhat popular, at least more popular than Finny, and prided himself on being an honest and respectful boy. He truly was those things, and no one was better fit to vouch for him than Finn, who spent nearly every second by his side.

At that moment in time, Finny and Aro were not speaking. Aro got upset after finding out Finny stole his laptop for the sole purpose of watching and going onto gay porn sites, which his mother found when she opened the laptop. Finny tried to apologize, but Aro wasn't having it. Finny was sorry, but only that his mother saw the sites. Finny just had to steal Aro's computer that Friday night because he just needed to watch his favorite live streamer perform on almostout.com. It was a teenage boy who lived in a lavish room and danced around wearing thongs and tank tops, and sometimes even shirtless. However, he never showed his face on camera, only going as low as his chin, and coined the username secretdancer12. Finny was attracted to him, wildly attracted to him, and always tried to catch his broadcasts on Friday nights for an easy way to unwind and get off after a taxing school week.

But more currently, Finny was finding ways to unwind which included getting shitfaced around a bunch of people he practically hated. The atmosphere he was in was almost surreal. The house that held an unreasonable amount of kids was incredibly immaculate and large in size. The minimalist furniture and art gave it a cold, adult-like, serious feel, but the empty cups and bottles that lined the floor were a symbol of pure teen spirit. Finny looked around in awe; all the lights were turned off except for some colorful spotlights that periodically changed from blue to red to green to yellow. Some rap music Finny didn't know or like for that matter was playing though he hardly paid much attention to it. He was more focused on scoping out the cute boy feet away from him.

The un-named classmate was talking to another boy, and by his body language Finny deduced that he was gay. Of course, Finny was not a body language expert, nor was he good at telling if boys were gay or not, but he sure was confident in himself. And at the end of the day, confidence was all that really mattered to him.

With that in mind, Finny marched over to his new crush with a smile on his face and a cup of liquid bravery in his hands. Pushing himself in between the conversing boys, he grinned at the cute one. He was even better looking up close; long eyelashes, defined cheekbones and pearly teeth made up his face. "Hi," Finny said over the music. The boy stared back at him, obviously confused.

"Yeah, mate?" He responded with a thick British accent. Finny hadn't met many British people during his life living in Los Angeles. But as far as Finny was concerned, the accent only made him twenty times hotter.