My Best Friend

What happened last night?

Not just any morning, Scott woke up with a pounding headache. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling the rays of light streaming in through the window. For some reason, he couldn't recall how he had ended up in this room. Turning to the other side of the bed to shield his eyes from the sun, to his surprise, he wasn't alone. He wondered who that person was. Slowly, he pulled back the sheets covering the person, relieved to find it was Mitch.

There lay Mitch, deeply asleep, looking like an angel with the sunlight reflecting off his blond hair.

"Oh, he looks so sexy with this look," Scott thought to himself. Mitch started shifting under the sheets, so Scott decided it was time to get up. As he sat on the edge of the bed, he realized he was naked. This wasn't normal. Many times, he had woken up in the same bed as Mitch after a night of partying, but it was the first time he had woken up completely naked.

Wrapping a sheet around his waist, he searched the room for his underwear, looking around frantically. Where was his clothes or suitcase? He realized this wasn't his room; he wasn't even sure if this was their hotel.

"What happened last night?"

In a corner, on a chair, he saw his boxer briefs. He was about to put them on quickly when he noticed a ring on his right hand, on his ring finger.

"Okay, now I'm worried," he muttered to himself as he quickly got dressed and started searching for his phone. "Where could it be? I remember having it last night," he murmured. He wouldn't waste any more time. It was time to wake Mitch up.

He approached the bed slowly and looked at him. He looked so angelic. Scott wanted to let him sleep, but it was necessary to know what had happened the night before and what they were doing in that hotel.

"Mitch? Mitchie?" he said softly, touching his forehead. "Wake up."

Mitch slowly opened his eyes and saw the blonde sitting in front of him on the bed.

"Good morning, Samantha," Mitch replied.

"Good morning. I have a question. Do you remember how we got to the hotel last night? I don't remember anything from last night."

Mitch sat up in bed, thinking about the previous night. All he could say was, "This isn't our room." They had checked into the Planet Hollywood in Las Vegas three days earlier. They had a small performance with Pentatonix at a radio station, but they had decided to stay in the city to hang out with their friends.

Mitch got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. As he looked in the mirror, it wasn't his best look. His hair was tousled, and for some reason, he had two large bruises on his neck. He turned on the faucet with the intention of splashing water on his face, and as he cupped the water in his hands, he noticed a ring on his right hand. He raised his hand, trying to remember where this ring came from. It wasn't the one he usually wore.

Mitch came out of the bathroom, asking Scott, "Hey, do you know where this ring came from? I'm pretty sure it's a wedding band."

Scott, who was sitting on the bed, quickly stood up and went to Mitch. "I have the same ring. What the hell happened last night? We need to find our phones and call Kirstin or Alex to see what happened."

Mitch and Scott started searching the room, lifting the sheets and cushions off the sofas in search of their phones. Then Mitch shouted, "Here, here, I found them. Mine's dead, but I think yours still works." Scott took Mitch's hand, and as he unlocked it, he realized he had almost 100 missed calls from different numbers and thousands of notifications on his social media. He decided to open the first message he saw, which was from Jake, Pentatonix's manager.

"HOW DARE YOU GET MARRIED IN LAS VEGAS AND TO YOUR BEST FRIEND? ARE YOU AWARE THAT WEDDING PHOTOS ARE CIRCULATING ALL OVER SOCIAL MEDIA? THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF PHOTOS OF YOU TWO IN A VEGAS CHAPEL. ANSWER THAT DAMN PHONE!"

Scott looked up from his phone and saw Mitch, who looked a bit pale. Scott hadn't realized he had been reading the message out loud.

"Oh my God, Mitch, we got married. Alex is going to kill me. Our parents are going to kill us. What have we done? We need to call Jake right now. No, better yet, Esther. Mitch, please say something."

Mitch sat on the couch and looked at Scott with tears in his eyes. "I don't know what to do, Scott. What can be done in a situation like this? We need to see what photos Jake is talking about. Give me your phone."

Scott handed it over, and without hesitation, Mitch typed "PENTATONIX" into the search bar. Immediately, thousands of news articles appeared, the main one from TMZ with the headline "SCOTT AND MITCH OF PENTATONIX GET MARRIED IN VEGAS."

"Oh no," Mitch exclaimed. He opened the article and started looking at the photos. There they were, both dressed in white in a Vegas chapel in front of an Elvis impersonator. One after another, photos of them holding hands and finally kissing.

"This really happened last night. I don't remember anything. It can't be true," Mitch said, touching his forehead in concern. "Look at all these photos. Who took them? Oh no, you posted a photo on your Instagram." Mitch saw the final photo taken from Scott's Instagram, a photo of them kissing with the caption "Just Married."

"When did you post this photo? What were you thinking?" Mitch shouted.

"I don't remember posting anything. I don't remember anything that happened yesterday," Scott replied.

After several minutes of sitting on the couch, they decided it was time to do something. Without saying a word, they gathered their things. Mitch got dressed, and they walked out of the room. To their surprise, Esther, Jake, Kirstin, Kevin, Avi, and behind them all, sitting next to the door, was Alex, who looked like he had been crying.