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This was his fourth dash of the day, and he was tired. it was fucking stupid that his band fell out and now he was a 32 year old man doordashing to get money so he wouldn’t live on the harsh, cold streets of LA. He couldn’t be an LA bitch forever. after dropping off another order, his car now smelt like a mix of mozzarella sticks and cheap, crappy mexican food that would definitely ruin the person eating it. Awsten had a system; if the food could be eaten in a car and was some crappy fried appetizer (like cheese balls, onion rings, anything like that), he’d take one to munch on while delivering the fuckass food the person couldn’t be bothered to pick up themselves.
Awsten was a good doordasher.
That was until he saw a familiar face (er, name) in his incoming orders. Geoff Wigington. when he saw that name, he clenched his little fists and toes so hard in anger and let out what could only be described as a “RRRR!”. he looked like the angry emoji. he hated the man that left his band! but he also loved him.. and wanted him…. carnally…… Geoff had ordered a simple meal of one double bacon cheeseburger, with a side of sweet potato fries (FREAK!!!!!) and a large Dr Pepper. grrrrr….. he must be with jawn…… as he drove to pick up the food, his toes clenched in his toe socks so hard his toe socks became so sweaty they made a wet slapping sound every time he would hit the breaks. when he picked up the food, he drove around with it a bit until it got cold and hucked a lougie in geoff’s god damn sweet potato fries (FREAK!!!!!!).
he rubbed his pesky little mitts together with mischievous intention when he decided to drop off the food at a gas station instead. he put the food on the counter, clicked his heels, and skipped away like a bubbly little bimbo. he felt soooo accomplished! let’s go girls! when he sat back down in the car, he shot a confirmation text to Geoff.
it was a picture of the food on the gas station counter.
Geoff replied back,
“That’s not my house..?”
“You left my food at a gas station…?”
Awsten replied back, shit-eating grin on his face. he wished he could send a voice note.
“ABSOLUTELY”