#panicsfirst

Michael texted Chad his Discord username, as promised, but there was no response to the friend request for some hours. 

When he did finally come online, and accept it, there was a delay in any first message.

☾ = being found shirtless (reversed).

Having people stare at him during gym wasn’t anything new for Michael. Swim class was especially bad- since he wore nothing but trunks in front of the full population, male and female.

“I am.” Michael quickly followed the statement by pointedly wrapping his arm around Chad, trapping him there. He wasn’t that hungry. There was something completely new and remarkable in the quiet after their times together... everything in his brain went silent, and he was left with just the now. 

It was rare.

micheal  almost  sounds  excited.  ‘  i  don’t  see  why  not.  my  parents  left  me  takeout  money.  ’  not  that  he  honestly  needed  it,  given  he  had  a  credit  card  and  all.  it  was  probably  his  mother’s  doing,  having  correctly  guessed  that  chad  would  have  a  guest  or  two  over  while  she  and  her  husband  were  out  of  town.  he  doubts  she’d  think  it  was  micheal  though.  to  be  fair,  neither  would  have  he.

‘  what  kind  do  you  want  ?  ’  a  pause  ‘  and  how  many  ?  ’  

“How many?” Michael blinked owlishly. Typically at his house they’d order one, 50/50 of cheese and pepperoni, and they’d be stuck with one slice each (although his sisters let him have their crusts). 

Tommy actually turns slightly, an eyebrow raised in Chad’s general direction. “Wait–was that a genuine compliment? I’m honoured.” It’s a teasing remark, because it’s easy–but he doesn’t really mean anything by it.

Then there’s a moment where he does hesitate, with the sudden realization that he’s deflecting, again.