The Muffin Man

Pizza, Coming Out, Revelations, and a Toilet

Morgan was confident in the police that surrounded Monni's. She was also confident that this was the night that she would finally force Neil Flammel into admitting his true feelings for her. She was glad that Phoebe was with Thomes. Maybe both of the best friends could get what they wanted on this overall tragic day.

She had her long, auburn hair curled down around her cheeks and cleaned herself up from crying practically all day today. Still she was determined to have the best birthday ever and hopefully live through it.

Neil had arrived. He wore a striped polo and khaki shorts. He was a cute, preppy, nerd that had appeared like magic into her life and she'd never be the same.

"You look spiffy, Neil," she said as he sat down in another chair facing her.

He told her,"You look very nice, too. Your hair is, uh, there's glitter in it."

"I know. It's really pretty."

"It's just that I hate glitter."

That was a low blow because glitter was the one thing that Morgan loved more than Neil. She was told when she was a little girl to never trust anyone who didn't like glitter.

Just then Neil got up and started singing:

"Glitter is falling from the sky, it may get in your eye

it's just enough to make you cry, possibly even die!"

"Neil, sit down. People are staring at us and you're being weird again!"she said.

"Morgan, I take pride in my weirdness!"

After that there was a very long silence as they waited for a waitress to come and take their order. It was a very awkward silence that Morgan brought to attention by saying, "And silence..." 

They had pizza and breadsticks, even though they weren't really that hungry. They knew the Muffin Man had to be coming, which was the police's plan on how to catch the killer in the act. But what if something goes wrong? It's what Morgan feared the most.

Suddenly, Neil got up from the table."I have to go to the bathroom. Where is it? I keep getting lost."

"I'm going with you!" Morgan stood up, too, and grabbed her bag.

"To the bathroom?"

"Yes, I don't care. I don't care about the fates of Hunter or Thomes, not even that much right now for Phoebe. Right now, in this moment, I care about us, I care about our fate,"said Morgan."The Muffin Man. If he wants to get us, he has to handle both of us at the same time. So we can never be apart. Not even for a second, Neil, or it may be too late."

"Alright, I'll have to use the stall." A stern look from Morgan made him add in a whiney voice,"Or the urinals but don't look."

After a long, treacherous odyssey, they finally found the restrooms.

Since she had to use the crapper as well, Morgan said,"Let's use the girls' room."

"Why?" Neil said.

"You're sort of feminine, no one will mind."

"Are you saying that I look gay?" Neil was getting tired of everyone just assuming that he was attracted to other men. "Morgan, really?"

"Well, you do like Madonna and Glee and unicorns and cross country.And there was that one movie you made where you dressed in your sister's clothes and wore her make-up," Morgan reminded him once in the privacy of the girls' bathroom.

"That was for cinematic purposes only!"

"Let's not argue here."

"No, let's!"