"Sorry, Phil, it's not you, it's me," I felt bad for just dating him for like an hour, but you gotta do what you gotta do.
"It's all good, big boy. I get it Moby HAD to break up with you. You just didn't know." Phil didn't seem too heartbroken which kind of messed with my mind, but you know, whatever. Maybe he was just trying to cheer me up, who knows?
Later that evening Moby walked with me home. I didn't know what would happen that night with him, but I'm all for it.
My parents weren't home yet, they had gone running some errands about 30 minutes ago. They probably would not be back for another two hours. Moby and I had the entire place to ourselves.
"ooo moby what are you doing in my pants~~~~~~~~ ;))" I moaned.
~~Explicit noises~~
After a very well-spent 20 minutes. Moby and I quickly got dressed, as my mom and dad would be home any time now.
"You really know how to "party," Tim," Moby said as he was helping me button my shirt.
