The Middleman | ongoing

27 | she's your mustache

27 | she's your mustache

Song: Kill Of The Night by Gin Wigmore

Depicted Above: Rob Riggle as Officer Dave McKay

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I was glad there was an option of muting group chats. I really was.

My group chat with just the girls was blowing up as Sab and Alex were finally informed of Julia's secret boyfriend Merritt.

My other group chat with our whole group was blowing up as everyone reminisced the awesome Halloween experience they had shared and trashed on me for not spending the spooky holiday with them.

I really wanted to. I loved Halloween, but my grades weren't going to keep themselves up by themselves. My papers weren't going to write themselves. And my presentation board wasn't going to decorate itself. In the name of my career and goals, I had to often skip and miss out on things even though I made an effort to appear to most things.

I stared at my messages flicking through them and briefly skimming through them. I'd reply to them later.

Just as I was about to close my apps, I stumbled upon messages from an unknown number. I quickly checked the texts.

hey leia, it's quinn

i know this is probably really inconvenient, but can we meet up asap? walfin wants to meet us.

wear something nice but this meet's not too formal

What did I agree on? Quinn hadn't texted me since our last encounter last week, but he had been acknowledging me now whenever we passed each other. I didn't expect to be meeting him right now, but here I was. I didn't really seem to have a choice.

where are we meeting? address?

and what time?

I scamper to my closet to find something nice to change into and make myself appear presentable. I couldn't be wearing Quinn's sweats to this meeting now, could I?

doesn't matter, i'll pick you up

be ready in 15

So my ride was taken care of. So be it. I didn't have a problem with that. I quickly saved his number, changed, and tidied up. Numerous thoughts were floating through my head right now.

Would I be prepared for this?

What if I messed up?

Would I look like an idiot?

I shoved my less than optimistic thoughts to the back of my mind, along with the rest of my clusterfucks of chaotic unruly thoughts that I didn't want to deal with.

I text him immediately, trying to push his buttons.

what if i need more than 15 mins?

I don't even have to wait too long as a moment later a text and gif from him appears on my phone.

that would be