If I Didn't

6- Mitch

"Hello?" I said weakly on the phone. I woke up at noon, covered in spilled vodka. So much for the sheets...

"It me! And you sound like you sucked someone," Tyler's loud uplifting voice racked in my head. My brain felt like it squished up against my skull.

"Hey, Tyler..." I croaked. I rolled out of bed and walked outside on to the balcony attached to my room. It was sunny, and the wind picked up better up here.

"So, how's the queen?"

"I'm hungover," I answered. A hum on the other end signaled his reply.

"Girl, I feel for you."

"It's alright. It isn't bad," I answered, squinting to see anything under the sun's cursed rays.

"Come over and I'll renew you. And we can film that collab we've been talking about. Bae is here to, just to sweeten the deal." He giggled at the statement.

Troyler was precious. Troye moving in with Tyler probably got them over the top famous. Most people would be ecstatic to hang out with Troye Sivan and Tyler Oakley. All I want to do now is go back to sleep.

"I'm probably gonna die right now, Ty. Daddy doesn't feel clean."

"We got you. Let's have some girl time," Tyler said. A bang from his end sounded, making my eardrums rattle. I could feel my brain bulging. "TROYE. Fucking shut the hell UP," he yelled, not directly into the phone, but enough to where it was awful replaying in my head a kajillion times. I had to say something before my head exploded.

"A-alright. Gimme an hour. Mommy isn't having a flawless hair day."

"Great. See you, love you bye." Tyler's line went dead.

I sighed, holding my head. I let the hand that was holding the phone drop to my side as my eyes finally started to adjust.

"What are you doing to yourself, Mitch?" I whispered to myself.

The same question seems to linger in my mind while I dress up to make myself look like I'm not slowly breaking down inside.

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After two hours of filming, Troye fell asleep with his head in Tyler's lap. Tyler had a onesie on, and he and I caught up on "Say Yes To The Dress."

I sat on the smaller couch, drinking a Mamrie Hart classic recipe while working on a slice of "all natural" pizza. Pfft, I'm sure.

"So how's your hangover?" Tyler asked. "You feeling tip-top now?"

I nodded slightly, still looking at the tv screen. Amanda's mother needs to loosen her reins on her wedding dress. Like, seriously. No dress will fit her body like the one her mother hates.

"Yep. I think I just needed to get away," I answered, taking a swig from the orange-ish liquid. It tasted strong and lemon-ish, which was weird considering it had mostly orange and alcohol.

"Well I'm glad I could brighten your day with my presence," Tyler chuckled. Troye shifted on the the couples' couch. "But serious talk. Are you okay?"

I looked down and away from the tv. I didn't meet his eyes, I tried to focus around his nose. It made it easier to talk about.

"Yes. Well...no. I just...I'm really confused. About a lot of things. And people." He tilted his head, which made his glasses inch forward closer to the tip of his nose. He pushed them back up with one finger, an then replaced his hand back to where it was in Troye's purposely messed up hair.

"Oooooooh. Boy troubles?" Tyler asked. The blush on my face came naturally, and I looked down. Tyler smirked, at me, his eyebrows wiggling up and down. "Girl."

"If I tell you...you can't say anything to anyone. Can I trust you?" I asked, setting the now empty drink glass on Tyler's side-table. He smirked wider and nodded, leaning in. I leaned in as well to answer his thoughts. Was I about to make a mistake?

"I...I think I like Scott."

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