Rob, I have decided, is the worst copilot ever.
Especially at 6 in the morning.
"I'm hungry."
"So I guess food wasn't on your agenda at 4 AM."
"Shut up."
We pass several stops until he sees where he wants to eat.
"OO OO THATS A NICE DINER."
"And may I ask who is paying for this meal?"
Rob digs around in the glove compartment and pulls out a credit card, "I guess Ryan is."
I laugh. Rob is so weird, I guess that's why we are friends.
I park the car in this small diner's empty parking lot.
I check the time and it's 6:56, none of the guys would be up yet. No one to notice we are gone yet.
We walk in an take a seat, and a waitress walks over
"AUGH it all looks so good. What are you going to get Mitch?"
I felt the same way, but I said, "Just a number three I guess,"
Rob smiled. "I'll take the same."
The waitress walks away, but as she leaves, she turns to me and winks.
I feel violated.
"She just winked at me," I whisper to Rob.
"Maybe you should get her number," he says with a smirk.
Oh yeah, he doesn't know.
"Nah, she's not my type." I say as I bow my head.
"What is your type?" he asks.
I decided that now was as good of time as ever.
"Tall, funny, brunette, quirky," I pause, "Engaged," I say under my breath.
"What?" Rob says as he sits up.
"Nothing,"
"Say it again,"
I sigh and say it again.
So if any of you follow me on Instagram I broke my computer, so I haven't updated this. And when I'm posting this I feel like shit. So I'll try to keep you updated. But I love you all thank you so much.
~Erin
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Out of Nowhere
FanficA Merome story. Much love. Very Merome. Also includes the rest of the Pack. And more. Don't read if you like sense or good grammar. Love me. Have fun.
