Captured || mgc

Four.

Veronica 

I let my combat boots echo through the familiar hallway. As I have reached my destination, I knocked on the chipped door and waited for the British fat man with dirty blonde hair to appear. 

I heard Jimmy shout, "FOR THE ENTH TIME, WILMA! I WILL NOT TAKE YOUR DAMN BLOODY COOKIES! I SWEAR JUST LEAVE ME--"

He stopped yelling and froze when he saw me.

"I'm not Wilma..." I said with furrowed eyebrows. 

He opened the door as he motioned for me to come inside, "Sorry. Wilma is my very peculiar neighbor just across my flat. I swear to heavens, she and her weird-shit of a mother is always knocking on my door and greeting me in fucking Scottish. I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND! They even offer me these weird looking cookies that look like they've been sat on by a Scottish madman and shitted by a Scottish arse. And they look so dark I don't even know how they created those or if they even created those--"

"Hey, Jim! I'm not here for your stories with your freaky neighbor. I'm here because I'm sending the pictures in." I shuffled around in his messy, untidy apartment he lives in.

"Oh, shit! Yes, I kind of forgot about that for a second. I'm just going to grab my laptop and--" I cut him off once more.

"Jim, just do it or I'll do it myself." I waved him off and that sent him.

My phone buzzed and I fished it out of my pocket, it was a message from Michael.

From: Michael 

Hey, I was wondering if we could hang around and maybe take you to the studio? Text me back, x.

My heart did leaps as I saw the message from my notification box above. I quickly replied and as I was typing away with a smile to my lips, someone just had to ruin the moment.

"Boo, you whore." M whispered, quoting Mean Girls.

I almost jumped out of my skin, I clutched my heart and looked frantically at him.

"Gosh, you scared me, Regina George!" I swatted him playfully and rubbed my temples.

"Hey, girl. Who you textin'?" He urged, almost getting my phone.

Again, I swatted his hand away. "No one! Stop snooping!" 

He just laughed at me.

"Woman, I am Moose Texon," he placed his hands on his chest," I don't do rules." He started to move them across the air as if metaphorically, he's gliding or something.

"Don't dance in front of me, Moose. It's distracting and you're a bad dancer." I rolled my eyes at him.

He let out a gasped and mocked me with a shocked face, "Oh, no you di'nt." 

"Will you stop with the impressions and movie quotations? The original White Chicks dude can only do that, so please." I shook my head and turned my focus onto my phone.

On my peripheral vision, I saw him gasp even louder and place his hand to his chest, "Is this about a boy or you're on your period?" 

I looked at him, still not able to send the text. "No, Moose. I'm just anxious it's been 5 minutes and Jim hasn't been out yet."

As if on cue, Jim came out with his laptop. 

"Sorry, fellas, I fixed the internet connection."

"People nowadays call them Wi-Fi." Moose commented.

"Wait," I said. "Why are you here, Moose? Aren't you supposed to be at your Uni?"

He scratched his head, "Oh, I just needed--"

"You aren't screwing each other right?" I blurted out. I know full well that my best friend for 5 years is gay and Jim has tendencies. I looked the both of them before they started ranting in denial. 

I covered my ears and shouted, "OKAY! FINE! YOU GUYS AREN'T DATING OR SCREWING EACH OTHER--JUST SHUT UP!" 

They bot silenced and Jim head on with working. He asked for my memory storage and I handed him while I watched him doing his work. 

After a few shizzles, the pictures are being uploaded, Jim is looking over the best ones.

"You did quite nice job, Ronnie. I'll give you that." He commented.

I ruffled his bed hair, "Thanks, Jim."

"A little bit of inspiration, I guess?" Moose snickered, "Are you dating someone? I mean, I haven't been on check with you for a couple of weeks. I was busy being an electrical engineer."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, "A dreaming electrical engineer."

"True chiz. But, I'm getting there." 

Jim cleared his throat and Moose seated next to me, hollering a squeaking circular chair with wheels and chipped leather over.

"What? Any troubles?" I asked.

"No, nothing. But, I didn't know you got a model. He's pretty good at this, sure he won't mind?" He pointed to the picture of Michael; looking far away. I got this shot while we were hanging on the tree I insisted we climbed but he profusely declined but still agreed. 

I got mad persuasion skills.

I shook my head, "I don't think so. That's my friend Michael, he knows the reason why I do that. He knows my sort-of-profession." I smiled at the thought of Michael.

It got quiet after Jim nodded and turned to his work once more.

"Oh, no shit." Moose muttered.

"Huh?" I furrowed my eyebrows at my curly-haired best friend.

"No, no, no, no, no, no! No freaking way!" He shouted as he got up from his chair. He placed his hand on my shoulder and I looked at it and gazed back t him confusingly, "You, my beautiful best friend, are in a relationship with that mystery-boy shit-- what's his name again, you say?"

"...Michael...??" I trailed off.

"YES! Michael! Oh my gosh-- look, I wanna meet this person. Are you meeting him today?"

"Uh, yeah. Just after this."

He looked at me intently, his hand still on my shoulder, "I will meet this amigo today, with you, NOT BUT'S OR NO'S. Okay?"

I looked at him like he's a lunatic, " Of course not, Moose! You will not barge in on my friendship with Michael! What are you, The Collegiate-Matchmaker? NO!"

"Too late, amiga. I'm going." He flipped me off and got his flannel on the couch.

"Okay, Ronn, it's up. 37 pictures. That's amazing. Your paycheck will be here by Thursday." Jim handed my memory storage and my camera.

"Alright, thanks Jim." I stood up, ready to leave.

Unfortunately, Moose was with me. I can't even get rid of this shithead. 

I hope Michael doesn't mind. 

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I don't do good stuff wtf? 

-Giane :) :(

Ps: I'm so bipolar.