The Worst Weezer Fic Ever

Day 2

Days had gone by since the first meeting. The mystery man and I casually texted back and forth but messages were few and far apart. My reserve of forbidden snack was near depleted and I absolutely needed to replenish it. Good thing I had a date tonight!

We met up at a concert this time. I love performances but the band seemed unfamiliar to me. It was something along the lines of Green Week. I couldn't stop thinking about how cool the show was, I was too distracted to notice that my date had disappeared. I got up and frantically started searching the large arena.

The night came to a close and I never found him. I thought he had probably gotten fed up so I groggily marched back to my car and went home.

As I laid in bed; my phone buzzed. Could it be?

Mystery man: found me
Me: what?
MM: them
Me: who?? Why??
MM: explain later
Me: what's going on? I don't understand?

A knock on my door rings throughout my quiet apartment.

"I am Rivers Cuomo"