Sighing at the mere thought of facing your already difficult day, decided to dress the way you currently felt - like shit. The sleepless and restless nights visible on your bare face as you abandoned any will to fake looking human.
There was also the fact that you didn't see the point in trying when the world was going to shit on you anyway no matter what it was that you did to try please the world so you just plugged your earphones in and blared your current mood in the form of music, not even paying attention to where you were going or who you might bump into.
With your head down and buried in your screen and its contents, you managed to make your day shittier by crashing into a wall. A wall? Looking up, you see a bright smile on the face of a happy looking brunette guy with chocolate eyes shining down at you as you roll your own with a small smile forcing its way to the surface. Why is this dude's cheeriness so damn contagious? You didn't care to stay long enough to find until you heard his voice asking if you were okay. It was only then that you noticed the coffee stain on your hoodie. For fucks sake!
Today couldn't get any worse huh? First, it was being late for your first day at your new job, then your apartment giving up on you after the far couple upstairs decided to fuck and break through their apartment and into yours. And now it's this guy with his coffee on your limited edition 5am hoodie. Ugh!
You huffed and tried to sidestep him but where you moved, he moved.
The annoyance evident in your voice as you asked him to move as politely as you could manage in the moment and you thought that he'd listen but instead, he took your hand and pulled you to a car - his car probably and dug around in the trunk of it while you stood there awkward as shit before a caramel hand held four or something packaged goods out to you and you tried not to look like an idiot so you held them expecting a response of some kind.
The only thing you got was a sticky note on top of the package saying sorry with a smiley face and phone number. You rolled your eyes as he drove off before flipping the note over to see a name.
Michael Evans Behling
Shit.
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Michael Evans Behling Imagines
FanfictionHere are some Michael Evans Behling Imagines for you. I have no how to write long imagines but Imma try. enjoy y'all Also, requests are open so send a message on my profile or drop a request in the comments
