Max stood just staring after Leo for a while, his brain running through what had happened again. It didn’t make sense.

It couldn’t make sense, because if he was getting it right, then that would mean Leo really thought he was in love with Sam. He wanted to understand how that could have happened. What he could have possibly done to have it all make sense for Leo to have come to that conclusion. But his mind seemed to frantically try to put the puzzle together and whatever he came up with was like a Picasso because it still didn’t make sense.

If he was understanding Leo right. Leo seemed to think Max was in love with Sam but because he couldn’t accept those feelings, he was chasing after Leo.

And for some reason, Leo seemed to have this crazy notion in his head that he has been just a lesser version of Sam all this time. Like some sort of bad duplicate.

Max wandered back to his dorm. His mind lost in the turmoil.

‘How had Leo even come to these conclusions?!’

Max was pretty sure he had never shown those kinds of feelings to Sam at all! ‘Ever! In his entire life... Let alone around Leo!’

But Leo wasn’t just getting this notion from nowhere, and his feelings mattered.

So if Max wanted Leo he needed to know why this had even occurred and how he could fix it. And for that he needed Sam.

Max picked up his phone and clicked the gross picture of Sam’s armpit and sighed. He would have to change it to something normal again. Sam was always stealing his phone and putting gross body part pictures on it. Last time it was his infected toenail.

‘Again, so gross! Where would Leo have ever gotten this crazy notion of him being in love with Sam... he didn’t know.’ Max shuddered.

The call rang twice before a slightly tired voice came out of the other side of the phone.

“What’s up, idiot,” Sam asked.

“Hey, who are you calling an idiot!” Max responded, slightly irritated already. ‘In love with this guy, maybe his fists were.’

“I’m talking to the idiot who made Leo cry and then walked away instead of going after him.”

Max winced a little at the accuracy of that statement.

“Can you meet me at my dorm,” Max asked.

“Sure.” Came Sam’s chipper reply. Max was putting down the phone when he thought he heard Sam ask someone to hand him his pants. Before, the line clicked.