CLOSED FOR @thegoldengodwrites
As it stood, there was a sixty-five percent chance that Theo was going to Mara’s apartment to kill her -- and as soon as she opened her mouth, the likelihood of that actually happening would skyrocket. It was all thanks to Veronica, a receiving nurse at Mount Sinai, who had approached Theo with a beaming smile and the happiest congratulations he’d received for anything in the last five years: “I heard you got engaged, oh my god! When’s the big day? And when can I meet the lucky lady?” He’d nodded, forced a smile, and accepted the well-wishes for his future nuptials before getting out of there as quickly as could, because as far as Theo knew, he was definitely not engaged. In fact, he was as far from engaged as he could possibly be -- he was dating Mara Richardson. He would’ve sooner stayed married to the stripper from Vegas than soberly and consciously propose to Mara. The only relief Theo felt in this whole situation was checking his phone while sending a text to Mara (simply reading: I’m coming over.) and realizing that he had no missed calls from his parents. If they hadn’t heard this slanderous rumor yet, then his life wasn’t completely over.
“Mara!” Theo shouted as he entered the blonde’s apartment. He kicked the door shut behind himself, not caring that it slammed while he continued to walk further into the other’s apartment. Tension held Theo’s shoulders stiff and his forehead was already wrinkled with a frown by the time he found Mara. He stopped short and looked at her expectantly. “We need to talk, alright? I need to ask you some things and you need to answer me as rationally and maturely as you can manage.” He gestured between them, eyebrows raising. “You think you can pull that off?” Theo didn’t know how long he could give her the benefit of the doubt, because if she hadn’t started telling people they were getting married, then who did? -- No, it was definitely Mara’s fault.
