Situation

Rufus

3:31 a.m.

I'm biking toward that Mateo kid's house. He better not be a serial killer or

so help me . . . Nah, he's chill. It's obvious he spends way too much time in

his head and is probably too antisocial for his own damn good. I mean,

check this: I'm legit gonna pick him up from his house, like he's some

prince stuck in a high tower in need of rescuing. I think once the

awkwardness is out of the way he'll make for a solid partner-in-crime. If

not, we can always part ways. It'll suck 'cause that's a waste of time we

don't have, but it is what it is. If nothing else, having a Last Friend should

make my friends feel a little better about me running wild around the city. It

makes me feel a little better, at least.