so much diversity you'd think we're a math problem

Zack smiled and nodded. “Sure, I think that’s possible. There’s supposed to be a meteor storm tonight. I was planning on asking you to see it with me." Zack shrugged and took another sip of his wine. He wasn’t really great at flirting, or being romantic. It was a little too awkward for him, especially if the other male didn’t find him attractive. 

Max couldn't get over how great the other boy looked when he sported a smile. It managed to bright up his features and even added a twinkling to his eyes. He definitely wanted to see as much of it throughout the night as possible. Zack already seemed exceptional enough by lending him wine and offering to watch the stars on a rooftop with him and it all felt like a perfect romantic movie. "But I was having fun talking about the guy that abducts teenagers with wine and forcing them to watch the star shows," he said with a chuckle.

Well, I have my not nice days. [shrugs]

I honestly can't see you being mean. Hopefully a not nice day won't happen any time soon.

"It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I think you’re worth it." he said and smirked gently. His eyes traveled down the boy’s body, taking in every inch of beauty that he had to offer. Smiling lightly, he took another sip of wine, feeling a slight buzz feeling traveling through his body. He leaned his head back, and tilted it sideways so he could see Max.

"I'll somehow find a way to pay you back for the wine though. I promise," he insisted. Zack's brother might have brought it in as a gift or something and although he was grateful to indulge in the flavor, he felt a twinge of guilt with each sip. Regardless, he was pleased to be drinking with such nice company. Every thought from earlier about Zack somehow being an odd stranger was quickly flowing away. Max sipped at his wine and turned to face his new friend.

Well, would coffee or tea makes it any better? I’m just in a pretty mood today so I thought I could do you a little favor.

Maybe. I know I need something to bring down the stress level. You're seriously being too nice for your own good.

Sure I’ll keep that in mind. 

Yeah. I honestly didn't expect anyone to offer to help but I definitely didn't expect payment to be something as adorable as hot chocolate.

I… meant that I’m alreadydamaged goods.

Oh. Oh. How badly?

Mhmm.

Then I'll owe you big time. I don't know what I could help with but if you ever need me, I'm there.

Yeah. I would die if I were to lose all my projects and stuff. 

See? I'd probably be dead already if you didn't step in.

I’d… rather not, really. Let’s just leave it at me agreeing with you.

Aww, come on. That's no fun!

Light fingers traced his head lightly, and Zack’s normal breath turned very deep. His face turned slightly red, and his throat began to tighten. He cleared his throat softly, still looking down to hide the blush plastered on his face. “I.. uh.. I swear I’m okay. My head is made of steel." As he poured the wine in the glass, he felt the light fingers of Max’s pull away. He made an inaudible wimper, wanting them to come back to touch him again. 

"Alright, as long as you promise," Max said with hints of obvious disbelief planted within his voice. He was completely oblivious to the blushing and the desire that radiated from the blonde but he most definitely wished that he could use another excuse to touch the good looking friend that he had managed to snag over the course of the day. His mind was yanked back to reality once his glass was prepared and he eagerly yet gently brought it closer to his lips. "Thank you so much for having me over and sharing. Seriously. You're being too nice of a host."

Mhmm. I know how you feel, bro. 

Like, "I'd probably have to start my career over" ruined. I can't lose all that. Sorry, I'm just freaking out. It's scary.

You have the British aspect cornered, so you’re on the way. Why not try and adapt some of my abrasive confidence right now? Take something you want.

You think the accent's good enough? Your confidence might be too abrasive. I don't even know what I want to take. Or what I can take.

It’s just a broken computer. 

But it's my broken computer. It's got all of my software, my songs, everything...

"Huh?" Zack questioned, then holding his hand on his head. “Oh! I kind of hit my head inside the cabinet. I do it all the time. My head probably have dents in them." Zack said and chuckled. “But I’m fine. Thank you for asking." With a nod, Zack walked in the middle of his living room. “My house isn’t big or small. It’s fin-sized, I guess." he said, walking into the kitchen to grab the bottle and two glasses. He walked back inside the living room and sat on a two person sofa. 

The house was definitely fun-sized. It was quaint and not too spacious but definitely not too small. Max could see himself hanging out in it often if things actually worked out between him and his new friend. He followed Zack into the living room and softly smiled at the sight of the bottle being opened and the two wine glasses. It was much classier than beer or liquor but would still get the job done of obtaining a light buzz. Still, he was mainly concerned over the stranger's well being more than anything else. The two boys might not have met before a few hours ago but Max was eternally thankful that the head injury gave him an excuse to break the physical barrier between them.