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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Epping...)
Strapping in your seatbelt, you start the car and rush back home. Channelling your inner Schumacher, you avoid spinning out and causing a wreck.
“Ross, what was that?! Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m alright. Just driving.”
Monica’s still on the phone, anxious and confused. She keeps asking questions and you try your best to answer them but you aren’t really listening.
You finally arrive home, slamming on the car’s brakes. You see Ian’s car on the driveway. You get out the car and run towards it only to see Ian still in the car, on his phone.
“Ah what the fuck, man!” you say to yourself.
“What’s the matter, Ross? What happened?” asks Monica.
You knock on the car window, getting Ian’s attention.
“Oh hey, Ross! What’s up?”
“Goddammit, man, what are you doing here?” you ask, still trying to catch your breath.
“Oh yeah. Monica told me to pick up Rachel for their girls’ night out. I’ve been waiting here for an hour playing games on my phone.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I’m just chilling. Is she home by the way?”
You’re stunned. Maybe there is someone up there looking out for you.
“Is that Ian?”
You forgot Monica’s still on the phone.
“Hey is that Monica?” Ian asks.
“Ugh, yeah,” you answer as you hand him the phone. You can hear Monica shouting. “Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been worried sick! Why the fuck weren’t you answering your phone?”
“Sorry, babe. I must’ve missed it. I was in-game.”
“In-game? In game!” Monica shrieks.
“Hey, Ross. You mind if I borrow your phone for a while?”
You nod in response as he rolls his car window back up, then you make your way to the front door to face the music with Rachel. Man, you’re fucked.
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