Chapter 6

“Hey…” Brody whispered to his shoes.

Finn opened his mouth to say something else, something smooth or confident, but nothing came out. He laughed awkwardly, then scrunched his brow.

They stood in silence for the longest ten seconds of Finn’s life, then Brody lifted his head, and briefly pointed to the dance floor. “So, I’m going over there…”

Finn frowned in confusion, then stumbled back as Brody brushed by. He turned and watched as Brody squeezed his way through the mash of people to get to his friends on the dance floor. He started bouncing to the music along with everyone else.

Finn had waited two years, and that had been the extent of their conversation.

He refused to rush back to the table with Trent and waited in the queue to buy a drink he didn’t want. When he walked across the room, with his unwanted beer in his hand, he didn’t glance at the dance floor once.

“So, that went well…” Trent muttered.

Finn shrugged. “Not in to me after all.”