A Match Made in Mianite - A Tom Cassell Fan-Fiction

Poor Tucker

Tom and I sip our coffee as Tucker and Sonja walk up to us. "He-Hey guys." Tucker says, clearly nervous about last night. 

"Hey guys. Whats wrong?" 

"Uh...do you remember last night any?" Sonja says.

"Yeah. We clubbed then Autumn and I had an amazing night together." Tom says, wrapping an arm around my waist. 

"Yep." 

"Oh..." Tucker says, rubbing his head. 

"Just kidding. We know shit went down last night. Tucker, I'm sorry. Don't hate me." I say, biting my lip in awkwardness. 

"Same with you, Sonja. Using me like that!" Tom says, mimicking a tear. 

"Its ok, Tom. Its not like she shoved something up your ass." Tucker says, smiling. "Trust me." 

We all laugh for a moment before I stop. "Guys, we'll laugh about this, but make sure it doesn't mess with us later. We are friends and always will. We were just hella wasted and the alcohol took over."

"Deal." Everyone says at once.

"I love you guys." I say, laughing.

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Guise...who wants to get wasted and do a reenactment ;) 

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