"Mitch! I'm home!" I yelled into the dark apartment. I heard a gentle grunt in response coming from Mitch's room.
I knew Mitch didn't like Alex, he never has. I didn't let it bug me though. Mitch had become... blank, in the past few months.
He only really talked, smiled, and laughed for Superfruit and PTX. He was nice to fans, but not to me. Same with Kirstie, Kevin, and Avi. He was nice to them, and not me.
I pulled out my phone and found his contact. Texting about what was wrong was easier than talking, for both of us.
Scottland: Hey, you ok? You haven't been yourself lately.
Mitchie: I'm fine.
I stared at the blunt response for a minute.
Scottland: I'm only trying to help.
Mitchie: With?
Scottland: Idk, your additude? You seem sad.
Mitchie: Well, you're not wrong. I am sad. But you don't care.
I looked up and down the hall. That's it. I'm actually going to talk to him about this.
I walked to his door and knocked. I heard the ruffle of sheets before a tired looking Mitch appeared at the door.
"What?" He asked sounding annoyed.
"I... just wanted to talk I mean-"
"Took you long enough." I looked at him with confusion.
"What? What do you mean?" He scoffed and stuck out his hip.
"You know EXACTLY what I mean Hoying. I sit here, in my room, while you go out and have fun. Do you know how it feels? You used to invite me to EVERYTHING and now look what happened. You never assotiate with me unless you're texting me. And that hurts. A lot." I shook my head.
"You could have told me..." He pushed passed me and walked to the kitchen.
"My bad. I just thought my "best friend" would have realized." He mumbled using air quotes.
"I am your best friend. But I do have a life. I can't just spend all my time on you." He spun around and glared at me.
"Oh. You can't bother to at least invite me to things now? I'm sorry I interfear with your life. I didn't f*cking mean it. I mean, we only promised to always be there for each other. I'm still there for you, what happened to your half of the deal?" I stood there
with a blank expression on my face.
"I- I don't-"
"Ya. That's what I thought."
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