"What do you mean, you've never seen Footloose?" John had a look of utter distress plastered on his face. "It's a classic!
I scoffed. "I never owned it." I didn't want to go into detail about how I had ended up here, not yet.
"Never owned it? What do you mean 'never owned it'? Everyone owns Footloose, Alexander."
"Alex," I corrected him for what felt like the thousandth time that morning.
"That's the first thing we are watching when you move in." John looked super excited, while Hercules just groaned.
"Not again."
"If I move in," I added. "I don't really know much about this apartment of yours..."
"There's two rooms." Herc suddenly joined back into the conversation. "One is mine, that Laf shares when he comes over. The other one would belong to you and Johnny Boy, if you're interested."
That sparked my interest. I wasn't going to lie, I was already crushing on John big time. Maybe it was the way he spoke with his hands, always waving them wildly to demonstrate his point, or maybe it was just his cute freckles and amazing hair.
"But be warned- he spends a lot of time in there with his boyfriend," Hercules added.
"Boyfriend?" I hadn't even thought about how the question would sound, coming out of my mouth. I just hoped it didn't give away my disappointment.
"Yeah, this guy named Thomas. Thomas Jefferson. Who is probably the reason John is completely ignoring us."
I looked over at John. Hercules was right- he seemed to be texting someone, and looked like he was completely ignorant of what was going on around him. After I watched him for a few seconds, he looked up. "What?"
The expression on his face was adorable; he was obviously blissfully in love. "Nothing," I replied, smiling softly at the expression he wore.
Shrugging, he looked back at his phone and began typing wildly, the top of his tongue sticking out between his lips. Something about that decided it for me.
"I'll move in."