If I Didn't

3 -Mitch

A/N: this chapter is for GrayseLarios because she wrote me into her Fanfiction. So thanks darling, this filler is for you. :)

When I woke up the next morning, I instantly felt gross all over my body. The hangover wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. I could vaguely remember Scott and Alex last night, and I could remember myself crying silently afterward. Everything else was a blur.

I had to get dressed, and get myself out of the house.

Scott and Alex were probably off doing something without you, so you should move on.

They have every right to. But it still managed to sting.

Or that could be heartburn from the wine.

I started the shower for myself, and I sent a quick group message to some of my girls before hopping in.

Mitch + Grayse, Grace, KT, Casey

Mitch: Hey girls! Anybody up for Starbucks?? I need girl time...

Grace: EW FEELINGS. I'll be there if someone else buys.

KT: Yeah! Gimme 20min.

Casey: Okay. :)

Grayse: YEA happy sunshines.

After my much-needed shower, I felt much better. I checked my phone, and then I began to get ready.

I chose my usual look; a red t-shirt with a different colored sleeve and shirt pocket, jeans, black Vans, and a black beanie because, why not? I didn't really want to style my hair like normal, easier to stuff it under something.

I walked out fifteen minutes later, so normal looking, you couldn't tell that I am heartbroken, hungover as heck and I had built up rage.

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"Hey, ladies," I said as I sat down at the table with my friends. I sat between Kirstie and Casey, with Grayse and Grace on the inside.

"Hey! Now, hon. Tell us news," Kirstie said as she placed a mocha frappé in my face. I took a sip, and the sensation of sugar and chill coursed through my veins. It made my head hurt.

"Nothing to tell. They kept kissing in front of me and stuff. I can't do anything but act like I was busy with Twitter," I shrugged. They all sighed in unison. Well, everyone but Grace, who looked like she had been bored to death.

"Why can't you just tell them to get a freaking room?" Grayse asked over her own drink. She seemed to be talking to herself more than me, but she looked up at me for an answer.

"Well...I don't know. Then Alex would be like 'oh, Mitch will you stay and help us eat the pizza' or 'will you please watch this movie as we make out.' That's usually what happens," I said. I felt a tap in my shoulder, and flinched when I saw Alex.

God. If he hears that conversation...

"Hey Mitch!" He said, his glasses in his hand. I smiled as real as I could in response.

"Hey, Xander. Scott stop by?" I couldn't help but ask. Alex thought for a moment, and then shook his head 'no.' "Nope. Haven't seen him. So, uh, what's up?"

"Nothing much. These are my friends. Well, you know Kirstie and Grace Helbig, obviously. But that's Grayse, and that's Graces' girlfriend Casey. Girls, this, is Alex." He shook hands with all of them, smiling his signature smile. He then turned back to me. "I gotta get back to work. If you see or hear from Scott, could you maybe tell him to call me? I have something to tell him," Alex said. I nodded, sitting back down as he turned around. All four girls stared at him until he wasn't visit behind the counter.

What is this "I have something to tell him" shit?

"Hot damn, he's good looking," Casey said. Grace glared. "I don't trust him. He seems fishy. And thanks for talking about a guy, babe," Grace said. Casey shrugged and didn't say anything. "We can all at least agree that Scott is spending his time with the wrong man, yes?" Grayse said. Everyone calmed down and nodded. "Cool."

"I wish I could compete with him for Scott. But he'd cream me at everything required strength, looks, flexibility and playing instruments."

"But you and he go back and back and back," Casey said. "You know things about him that most people don't."

"True. Girls, I'm so confused. And my head hurts," I whined. Kirstie ran her hands in the hair that had fallen out from underneath the wrath of the beanie.

"Don't excuse yourself. Listen," Grayse said. "You're a great guy, Mitch Grassi. Anybody who doesn't want you, gay or straight, doesn't live. It makes no since that you rang to us without asking. You need to tell him sooner or later..." She faded away her sentence.

"I know, I know. I just really wish things were different."

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