Ignore: Should I give up?
Ignore: Answer me.
Ignore: ANSWER ME GOD DAMMIT
Ignore: I'm sorry.
Ignore: Let me start over.
Ignore: Hey.
Ignore: Just...
Ignore: Text me... please?
Mitch Grassi let out a scream, throwing his phone against the wall and hearing it shatter as it slammed into the hardwood flooring.
He just wanted his friend.
Was that so much to ask for?
Hell, he was wasting free period in the bathroom, just sitting there and sobbing. Where was Scooter? Why couldn't he just be there for him?
"What did I do wrong?" Mitch whimpered, "I just wanted a friend. Why'd you leave me?"
A sob erupted from above him. He looked up to see the boy always found sobbing by the stares, Scott Hoying.
"L-leave. It's my moping period," he mumbled, falling to the ground next to Mitch.
"Oh, boo hoo. You broke your phone!" Mitch snapped, "just talk to the person face to face and be glad you can!"
"You fucking idiot! I can't talk to him because we met online," Scott let out another harsh sob.
Mitch felt his heart break, "almost the same reason that I'm crying. Wow. I misjudged you. Wow."
"I just want my Mickey," he whispered, "that's his name."
The boy beside him shook his head, "Mickey?"
"Yeah."
"S-Scooter?" Mitch felt his heart leap.
Scott didn't speak, he was too busy trembling.
However, he eventually broke the silence.
"You're Mickey?"
"Yes!" Mitch cried out, opening his arms and allowing the blonde in front of him to bury himself in them.
"You're my best friend."
"You're my best friend, too, Scooter."
