Bad Habit

six

"It's time we talk. Like, really talk."

And this was hard for Moss. He knew it was true, the boys had to talk, except he really didn't want to. He didn't want to admit to being secretdancer12, he didn't want to admit to being gay, he didn't want to face the boy who he caught blowing his best friend, and he didn't want to face his possible feelings for that same boy. Everything was so incredibly daunting. 

"I've been waiting for you to say that," Finny replied amused. "Although, I wasn't expecting you to call so soon, considering not two days ago you were telling me to kill myself—"

"I'm not proud of that and I'm sorry," Moss said truthfully, clutching his cellphone tightly, "I regret saying that."

"That's good to hear. Gives me some hope that you're not as terrible as I think you are. So anyways, where are we going to meet? You want to come to my house?"

"Absolutely not," Moss grumbled, knowing he would feel no control whatsoever should they meet at Finny's house. "I'm not coming to your house and we're not going out in public together, so I guess that means you're coming here."

"You don't give me much of a choice," Finny shot back, "but your bossiness kind of turns me on, so I'll let it slide. When do you want this to happen?"

"The word 'want' doesn't really fit the situation," replied Moss, "but you can come over at seven." Finny let out a loud squeal, forcing Moss to tear the phone from his ear. 

"A late night rendezvous? I'll be there at seven o'clock sharp, do you want me to bring—"

With that, Moss hung up. He went on with his afternoon, twitching occasionally and suffering through sporadic bits of panic. He really was nervous, like, really fucking nervous. Admitting his truth to Phineas was pretty low on the list of things he wanted to do, but knew he had to. He wondered what Finny's demands would be,  and he also wondered why the hell Noah let Finny suck his dick.

That was a can of worms Moss hadn't really opened yet. Why did that even happen? Never had Noah shown any signs of being interested in guys; in fact, Noah rarely stopped talking about girls, Moss' girlfriend being no exception. He was rather vulgar when talking about their bodies, and he showed extreme interest in more than a few girlfriends he'd had. Of course, if Noah was gay, or bi or just questioning, Moss would support him while passing absolutely  no judgement. After all, how could he? Besides, even if Moss wasn't gay, he knew he wouldn't be the homophobic kind.

But Noah was really just a big mystery. He had even told Moss that the two were no longer friends, but did he mean that? Did he really not want to be friends anymore? Moss didn't quite care about the answers to those questions because he was going to win Noah's friendship back, no question about it. Noah and Moss were best friends, they'd always be a part of the others life. Moss wasn't going to let something so positive in his life be ruined by such a negative energy such as Finny Trancy. Speaking of whom, was going to be at Moss's house in a matter of minutes. 

This countdown period, 6:47 to 6:52 to 6:59, was absolutely excruciating for Moss. He was going to shake all the way out of his skin yet he couldn't understand why. Moss never felt nervous, especially when hanging out with a guy. But he supposed that this was indeed different than a hang out with Noah or James, for this was much bigger than video games, pizza, and beer. No, this was a huge leap Moss had to take in his life. A huge leap. 

Moss was realistic; he knew Finny wouldn't be on his doorstep at 7:00 o'clock on the dot, but when his phone changed to the hour of seven, he couldn't help but feel upset. At 7:08, he was just pissed. Why isn't he here? I told him to be here at seven.