Chapter 12

“Seriously? I don’t mind, Scott. Let me give you a twenty?”

“Really, it’s fine,” Scott told him. “You can get the next one, if you want.”

Billy blinked in surprise.

Scott wanted to hang out with him…multiple times?

Wow.

“Okay, yeah, that sounds good,” Billy mumbled into his pot of noodles, trying to hide his blush.

They ate their food, and watched the movie.

Billy wasn’t sure what possessed him to suddenly blurt out, “You know, Scott, if your hair was more blond, you could cosplay Flash, easy.”

Scott looked at him, and Billy felt his face flame hotter than ever.

“Uh, I mean—”

“Easy, huh?” Scott smiled. “Is that a good thing?”

“In what universe would it notbe a good thing?” Billy replied. “Look at the man!” He gestured at the screen, where currently Flash was in peril, chained up, and in leather short-shorts. “Or…maybe don’t look at him right now,” Billy amended. “I meant more the wholesome, football player look, not the…slightly dubious, BDSM look.”