Hot and Heavy

Wills POV

By the time we parted our ways the rain had already stopped so i walked my long way back home. I was still trying to get used to the new streets I'm surrounded by. 

You see I had just gotten a new place recently. My previous landlord was... let's say "disagreeing" with my career choice and my constant yelling during streams, which resulted in me having to move. Thankfully I had enough money saved that i was able to buy a new place and not rent one. No one can tell me off about the noise i make now.

I reached in my pocket to get my keys out. Suddenly I felt some kind of lacy fabric between my fingers.

Shit. This must be Fionas.

But why, when or how would she even take it out and put it in there...

I got inside, sat down my bed and took the underwear out my pocket. It still had a tag on it so that answers the how question.

I laughed at the strange chain of events me and this girl went though in just a couple hours.

Immediately i took my phone out to charge it then text her.

+ Hey this is Fiona, Im hoping its will that Im texting

- Hey Fiona yeah its Will

+ Hii
+ by any chance did you put your hand inside your pocket ?

- i did and ngl it was pleasant surprise

+ well thats it then
+Fiona Tarian
"lived fast died young"
official cause of death : embarrassment

-oh don't be dramatic

+ well are they nice at least ?

- they really are

Hundreds of jerky responds came to mind, ones that would drag the convo into sexting.

Of course I was attracted to her and would want to see her wear them or take them off...
but i wont take any chance ruining a potential good relationship by coming off too strong.

So instead i respond in the most boring way i could think of.

-you got nice taste

+ thanks but this does not change the fact that I feel so fucking dumb for forgetting them

- dont get this the wrong way but why did you even put them there ?

+ the cheap victoria's secret paper bag ripped because of the rain and they went all over the floor
+ and i didn't want you to see... so much for saving the day on my part

- dont worry I'll wash them and give them to you on our next meetup

Shit, was it too early to mention a next meetup ?

+ you're a peach thank you sm

- it's cool don't worry about it
-seriously

+ alright then hate to leave so early but i have to stream now

-no worries
-besides i want to watch it

+ im gonna bake some cookies and just chat... you'll be bored out of your mind

- dont be silly maybe i could learn a thing or two about cooking
-its a win win

+ alright then see you

-bye

Fifteenish minutes later I got the notification she was going to stream and hopped right on.

She was wearing a cute little pijama dress, an apron and a chefs hat. Her chat was enough to give her ideas and questions to keep the just chatting thing going but not so overwhelming that you wouldn't be able to read any of the chats, unlike mine. I watched her just talk and mix her dough. She mentioned the uncalled weather situation she experienced today then said that though it rained it might be the best case scenario pouring rain could bring her. And smiled looking into the camera and winked, she knew I was watching. 

I felt all tingly inside.

I felt how you shouldn't feel when you just met someone. This is dangerous.

About two hours later she said her goodbyes and finished the stream. I tried to drift off to sleep but I couldn't stop thinking about her so I decided to text.

-How about a picnic tomorrow ? Would love to taste the cookies

+ its a date, bring your guitar too so you can sing and play AM like you promised :)

-yes ma'am, goodnight then
-Ill pick you up at 4 in the afternoon

+sounds good
+call me before so I can send you the address

-will do

+ goodnight will

- good night :)