Mitchell's Power Play

Analyzing Friends

MITCHELL

We were a few minutes out from landing at JFK airport. Nash was a bit restless next to me. He kept squirming in his seat like he couldn't find a comfortable position. Which was understandable, no matter how nice of an airplane, you were still stuck in a seat. I knew he was just anxious to get home, despite both Kennedy and Jackson telling him everything was fine. He needed to see it on his own.

I wanted to get home too. I was looking forward to my own bedroom and I wanted to see Sammy. Although I was a bit irritated that someone else sent her flowers. I'd talked to her right before we boarded the plane and she still had no idea who it was that sent them to her. Or so she said, but I really didn't think she'd lie about that.

"Nash..." his head turned to me before I realized I said his name out loud.

"What's up?" He asked and straightened in his chair, no longer fidgeting.

"Um..." What the hell was I going to say? Was I really going to ask his opinion?

His eyebrows rose as he waited for me to continue.

"Eh, what would you do if someone sent flowers to Kennedy?"

"What?"

"In the beginning I mean, when you were just starting out together?"

There was a smirk on his face which changed into a scowl as his eyes narrowed. "Someone sent flowers to your girl?"

My girl.

Yeah, I really wanted Sammy to be my girl.

"Yes. She doesn't know who sent them."

"What the fuck."

That about summed up my feelings and I appreciated that Nash automatically had my back.

"Mhm."

I could practically see the thoughts that went through Nash's head but when he finally asked "Are you exclusive?" I was still caught off guard.

Shit.

I didn't know the real answer to that. I'd assumed we were. I mean I was freaking exclusive, but was she? We weren't really in a relationship, yet, mostly thanks to me. I was the one that wanted to wait and make sure we took things slow, to be a gentleman and make sure she knew I appreciated her.

Maybe I was taking it too slow? What if she was bored because I didn't sleep with her? It wasn't like I didn't want to. I did. I had spent many lonely nights, in pain, thinking just about that. Her long slender legs around my waist, my hands on her hips...

"Fuck."

Nash nodded.

What if she wasn't willing to wait for me? What if she went to someone else for that?

I pressed a couple of fingers against the bridge of my nose, I could feel a headache coming on. Maybe I hadn't thought this through correctly.

"You need to figure out if you have competition before you do anything else. Then you need to determine who he is," Nash advised.

"Damn. I've been so fucking stupid."

In more ways than one. I'd just assumed we were both exclusive ever since she made it clear she wasn't interested in Jackson. I'd never given a thought to all the other guys that could potentially be out there. She was a beautiful woman. It better not be fucking Bryce trying to get to her.

I turned and looked over my shoulder. Bryce sat across the aisle next to Sarjenko. He looked to be half asleep with his head tilted back against the headrest. But I couldn't see him sending flowers to anyone. Especially not pink roses.