This was a request from @Bookk14g
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Travis leaned back in his chair at the kitchen island, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Taylor was pacing back and forth in front of him, muttering to herself like she was planning a secret mission. He recognized that look—she was up to something. And when Taylor was up to something, it usually meant one thing: Travis was about to be roped into one of her wild schemes.
"Alright, Trav, listen up," Taylor finally declared, spinning around to face him, her hands on her hips. "We have a situation."
"A situation?" Travis echoed, pretending to be serious, even though he was already fighting back a laugh. "Do we need to call in reinforcements?"
Taylor rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "No reinforcements necessary. This is a two-person mission, and it's going to require all our charm and cunning."
Travis raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "I'm listening."
Taylor leaned in, lowering her voice as if she were about to share state secrets. "We're setting up Abigail and Ross."
Travis blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "Abigail... and Ross?"
"Yes! It's perfect, isn't it?" Taylor continued, her excitement growing. "Abigail's my best friend, and Ross is your best friend. They're both single, both incredible people, and we both know they deserve someone amazing in their lives. Why not each other?"
Travis scratched his head, mulling it over. "Well, they're both cool as hell, but... are you sure they'll click? I mean, Ross isn't exactly Abigail's usual type."
"Her usual type is clearly not working out!" Taylor countered, throwing her hands in the air. "Besides, Ross is a great guy—funny, sweet, and he can bench press a small car. What's not to like?"
Travis snorted. "You make a good point. Alright, I'm in. But how are we gonna do this? We can't just throw them together and say, 'Hey, date each other!'"
Taylor's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, I've got a plan, don't you worry."
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The next evening, their living room was transformed into the ultimate hangout spot. Travis had spent the afternoon lugging in bean bags and setting up a "casual" snack station that looked suspiciously like it had been catered by a professional. Taylor had curated a playlist that was the perfect blend of chill and romantic, with just enough upbeat tracks to keep things lively.
Taylor had invited Abigail over under the guise of needing help brainstorming ideas for her new album. Meanwhile, Travis had casually mentioned to Ross that he was hosting a "super low-key hangout" at his place and that he should drop by if he wasn't busy.
As the doorbell rang, Taylor and Travis exchanged a quick high-five.
"It's showtime," Taylor whispered, winking at Travis before opening the door.
Abigail stepped inside, her red hair perfectly styled in loose waves, and immediately gave Taylor a hug. "Hey, girl! I'm ready to be your creative muse for the night."
"Perfect timing," Taylor said, leading Abigail into the living room. "But first, let's grab a drink. I made your favorite—margaritas!"
"Oh, you're spoiling me already," Abigail laughed, clearly pleased.
Just as they settled in, the doorbell rang again. Travis smirked as he sauntered over to answer it, already knowing who it was.
"Ross, my man!" Travis greeted, giving Ross a bro-hug that was slightly more forceful than usual. "Glad you could make it."
