<div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Danny-Schwarz-Digital-Update-04.jpg)</div>Despite working late the night before, Finnick was the first to rise, he made his way in just his boxers to his sister's room. Opening the door he rushed in and jumped on top of her.<strong>"Wake up, Mikky!"</strong>He shouted and laughed, knowing she didn't particularly like that nickname he had made up for her when they were young, but to be fair he didn't really particularly enjoy the nickname she had for him, though he was use to it so it didn't quite have the same effect on him as it had when they were younger.<strong>"We got to get up and get going! Our new roommate is going to be here soon!"</strong>Even though Finnick had yet to meet the guy, Mikayla assured him everything seemed to checked out with him and he was fine. He obviously trusted his sister's judgement, and was happy that they were getting another person in the house. It was definitely going to take some of the weight of the bills off their shoulders and that was always a good thing.<br/><br/>He raced off to the bathroom to be the first in. In many ways he was still like a little kid, he loved to have fun, but only when the moment was right and especially with his sister. His sister was his best friend and the first person he came out to, she had been very accepting of him from the start, which had made things so much easier for him. She just seemed to love him no matter what, but that's what siblings did for each other. Especially twins that were so close like the two of them were. It wasn't out of the ordinary, even in their older age for them to occasionally sleep in the same bed, they got lonely just like everyone else did. Sometimes you need a person by your side to calm your fears after your nightmare and they were there for each other like that.<br/><br/>When Finnick got out of the shower he allowed his sister to enter, since she seemed to be going out somewhere. For food or something, he didn't quite catch it, though he didn't really care. Even though they were close they weren't always in each other's business and respected, most of the time, that some of the things in their lives were kept private until they felt that it was right to reveal it. He dressed in some sweatpants and a t-shirt, being that he had no real plans of leaving the house. He wasn't planning on trying to get the new guy in his bed, he figured the guy was most likely straight anyways. He had no impressing to do plus, he really didn't look half bad in his outfit, some might think it was sexy.  Someone had to be home and it didn't seem like Mikayla was going to be back till later and with the new guy coming along with some piano, someone had to be there for the movers to bring the thing in, apparently it was pretty large too because they had to clear a space for it to be put. Not that they were complaining or anything, they had the room for it and they needed the roommate.<br/><br/>He sat himself down on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table as he turned on the TV. He didn't really pay attention to what was on because at the same time he tuned into what was happening on his iPhone, which was the same old stuff. He texted people he met at his job at the bar, they were patrons who had an interest in him either sexually or as a model/actor. He was trying to make his break in anyway he could, just as his sister was with singing. So far though, no cigar. He just kept hoping. Hoping to get past the small roles he kept acquiring and get his break. He just kept his head held high and didn't lose hope.<br/><br/>He looked up to see his sister leaving, waving at her with a smile.<strong>"Bye! Have fun, get me a treat while you're out."</strong>He said, before returning back to his phone. He wasn't completely out to everyone, though he looked at himself and didn't understand how anyone would think he was straight, his mannerisms, some of them at least, were that of a stereotypical homosexual. His voice wasn't as 'homosexual sounding' as other guy's, but he had a bit of a lisp sometimes and he didn't have the manliest voice. None of it bothered him though, how he acted or sounded. He was pretty comfortable in the neat and cozy world he had built around himself. He had his little group of friends and some strangers (that he had one night stands with) that knew of his sexuality, but he didn't go about flaunting it. He might even change the subject if confronted about his sexuality, unless he was comfortable with the person. Like, when it came to the new roommate if the guy asked right off the bat Finnick might not be completely honest since he didn't have a feel for the guy and had no idea what his thoughts were and all that. He didn't want to scare the guy off for him being gay.<br/><br/>Soon enough the piano guys came and Finnick couldn't help, but check the guys out as they worked. To be honest, it had been a while since he was last laid and he was a horny and wanting to fuck. Though, he had self control and was waiting to find the right person. Random piano movers was not the right choice. Though, one of them seemed to be checking him out too, he had to act like he didn't notice. Though, as they were leaving he watched the guy, biting his lip as he watched the guy's ass.<br/><br/>His attention turned to a guy who was making his way toward what seemed like his door.<strong>"Hey there, are you Sebastian?"</strong>He asked, raising an eyebrow, he propped the door open and made his way toward the other to help him with his bags.<strong>"Not much in the way of stuff, huh?"</strong>He laughed a bit, knowing if he moved like this man was doing he would have so much more than a couple of suitcases, a box, and a piano. Though, he might have more stuff and just decided to bring up the most important stuff first.<strong>"Shall I help you? Ooh, by the way. I am Finnick Levy, Mikayla's brother."</strong>He didn't bother with a handshake, figuring he could shake hands with this man once his hands weren't full. He tried to keep an open mind and not judge a book by it's cover. He was trying to improve on being nice to people ever since he left high school. His mind went back to those days. He had chosen to pick on a boy who so bravely come out of the closet. He questioned why he did it sometimes and the only explanation he had was that he was insecure about himself at that time. That was about the time he started questioning his own sexuality...<br/><br/>He felt guilty for running the guy out of the school, but he had no way of getting in contact with the guy who apologize so he just tried to put it behind him. Though, ever since then and ever since he came out to people around him he had a better respect for the guy and tried to be nicer to everybody, for his victim's sake... Even though his victim was no longer in sight. Sure, the guy had longer hair then Finnick liked, but this guy wasn't a love interest, he was a roommate. Though, maybe after a while he might be able to talk the kid into a shorter haircut, like his own. That would be saved for another day though, when the two were closer... If that ever happened, there was a chance they might not like each other. Again, keep an open mind, anything can happen. Plus, with a piano player around it was going to make his sister happy, they could practice, particularly her on her singing. She really wasn't bad at it, he liked it when she sung him to sleep after a nightmare. Much like Penny does Sheldon on The Big Bang Theory.<br/><br/>He hoped his sister would get home soon, he wanted her to meet this guy too, maybe since she had spoken to him before it would make things more comfortable. They would all definitely have to sit down and chat to get to know each other, confirm that no one was a serial killer or collected dead animals in jars... Nothing weird like that. That would definitely be a deal breaker for Finnick, he would not be living in the same flat as a weirdo. Though, weird in the sense of harmless joker was fine, but not the freak kind of weird. For now he just helped the man to what he would claim as his room, if things worked out after the chat.