Page 24 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

Committed to this act of stalkery, I check the weight room first. Tank-top-clad gym bros with thick biceps lean on weights while one guy does curls, and all the treadmills are in use, but the space is Mac-less. The track is dotted with lean, long-distance runners and sprinters, again, no Mac. I backtrack to the ice rinks. Two girls are figure skating in rink A, but B is where I find Mac. Cones are set up on the ice, a pile of pucks on one end, and a net at the other. I expect to find him with Gage or Brody, or even Chase, but he’s out there alone.

I stealthily slip through the doors and enter the rink, taking cover behind the benches so I can observe Mac undetected.

Pinging has me sucking in a breath as my phone buzzes against my hip. I yank off a glove and frantically search for the device to silence it. Except my phone is already on silent, which means Mac’s phone is making all the noise thanks to our friend group chat.

Brody

Anyone want to go out for food? It’s wing night at Chickies.

Chase

Can’t tonight.

Cammie

I also can’t tonight.

Gage

I’m always up for wings.

Enid

I like wings.

I bet this is why Cammie and Chase can’t come.

An illustration follows of Arwen, Legolas, and Aragorn in a particularly graphic scene. I drew it for Cammie a while ago but made her and Enid promise not to tell anyone it was me. I’m still new at character illustrations, but they’re a lot of fun.

Gage

Holy shit. Who drew that?

Enid

A fan of Cammie’s work.

Gage

I need to watch those movies.

Chase

None of that happens in the movies.

Brody

But it does happen in Cammie’s fics.

Cammie

Even you’re reading my fic, Brody?

*dies gif*

Brody

I support my friends.