In a world where superpowers are commonplace, Andy has the power of persuasion and he loves to get what he wants. When a stranger comes along and challenges his every move, Andy gets a little curious...
Rye wrestled his phone away from Mikey, panicked and hellbent on preventing him from sending anything embarrassing. He was only trying to get information on this guy, not get in his pants and he wasn't sure his best friend understood that.
"Mikey wh--you--I DON'T TALK LIKE THIS!" Rye shouted after reading what Mikey sent to the blond. He slumped, sitting back down on his bed, "He's not responding, great you scared him off."
"Yes you do, and it's not that bad look--," Mikey pointed down at the screen and saw he was typing up a response. He didn't think Rye was this dense but he was seriously starting to wonder if he was wrong. If he was the egomaniac Rye claimed, he'd fall for it, so endeared by the flattery. Even if he wasn't, the guy clearly wasn't straight so there was a pretty good chance of him falling for it.
Rye watched as he started typing, stopped, and cycled through a few more times before finally hitting send.
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He didn't know what else to respond with, Mikey put him in a tough spot. What was he supposed to say? This wasn't how he intended to approach the situation but it was too late for anything now. Thanks, Michael.
Rye realized he didn't really leave much to respond to but it had already been a few minutes and he wasn't sure that he should add anything.
He had definitely opened his messages and still wasn't responding. By that point, Rye was positive he had fucked up.
Mikey watched as Rye slowly sank, realizing that things were not going to plan, but he was sure there was still time to turn things around.
"Pay him another compliment, he's probably waiting to hear more if he's as narcissistic as you say" Mikey tried encouraging him in a way, hoping it would be enough to give Rye a boost. It was, even though his spirits were sinking, he still had a glimmer of hope that he could prove himself right and continue on this path to fucking over this pretentious Malibu Barbie.
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He really did find them strikingly beautiful, but he left off the 'beautiful' part, deciding it was too much. That wasn't the only thing he noticed about the blond, having been quite distracted at their first encounter by pretty pink lips, but not so much so that he even thought about excusing his dreadful behavior.
Okay perhaps he could admit, a part of him was tempted to excuse the bitch. His mama however, taught him not to think with his dick so he was going to do what he set out to in the first place--exact his revenge.
