POV Mitch
I laid on my bed, with my phone in hand, scrolling through my Twitter feed. Nothing seemed to interest me in the slightest. The only thing I saw that was a little bit chuckle-worthy was Kevin and Avi arguing about what's more important, the meat or the potatoes. I rolled my eyes.
I sighed, exasperatedly, as I put my phone down. This was obviously turning into one of those nights.
Have you ever felt just so alone sometimes? Yeah, I guess I'm not really one to talk; I've got four amazing, talented friends and the cutest sphynx cat in the world... But I still feel so unsatisfied. I've always felt this way, even when I was just a kid back in Arlington, Texas. I came from an upper middle class family so of course I was given the world and more. It just never seemed to make me happy. I love my parents, but they didn't seem to realize that. In high school I joined choir with Scott and Kirstie and we started getting really good at it and even though I loved it, I still wasn't happy.
Once I finished high school and after Sing-Off, I moved out of my parent's house thinking that would solve all my problems. Having real freedom for a change gave me a distraction for a while, but I still felt that same emptiness inside. I was even unsatisfied in my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, Travis, though he did nothing wrong, only love me but I couldn't even give that back to him.
A year ago, when I met Travis at a club, saying I had a little school girl crush on him was an understatement. I was obsessed with him. He was super sweet and very attractive. One day he did catch me drooling over him and instead of being weirded out, Travis had asked me to go to dinner with him. I was doing mental back-flips. That date led to more dates and then that led to us becoming more than just friends which was great!... Well, at that time at least.
In the beginning we were so inseparable, but then as time began to draw on I realized I wasn't as in love with him as I thought I was and soon enough Travis began to notice it too. I tried to explain to him that I just didn't see him as anything more than a really good friend. He seemed to understand. So last week, after being together for a whole 6 months, we officially broke up but decided stayed close.
It gets really frustrating most of the time how I can never stay happy for a long period of time. Yes, I have a great life. Yes, I am very fortunate to have a successful music career. I know there are other people who have it way worse than I do, but that doesn't change the way I feel. I just wish there was something, anything, that could come in and make me feel better for a small while.
With that, I heard the door swing open and I turned my head to see Scott, with his cheetah print snapback on, grinning at me.
"Hey, the pizza just arrived if you don't want me to eat it all by myself," he said, then sticking his tongue out. Well that was fast. I watched as he left the room.
'God is real,' I thought to myself jokingly. I sprang out of bed and ran to the kitchen to grab some pizza before Scott inhaled it all.
Pizza always makes for a good distraction.
I sat on the couch with Scott sitting beside me. He just finished his third slice while I was still on my second. As I was chewing, Wyatt leaped up in to my lap, almost stepping on my food. He looked down at the pizza and then back up at me, almost pleading. I made a small smile. "Ha, I guess he's hungry." I rubbed my fingers down his back.
"There's not enough for him! I'm about to eat it all!" Scott said jokingly.
"Rude!" I laughed.
I gave Wyatt a peck on the back of his head and he jumped off my lap and scampered into my room. After a few seconds of silence, Scott finally spoke, "So,are you all packed for New York tomorrow?"
We and the rest of Pentatonix were invited to New York City for three days to do perform a couple of gigs. It was super last minute so we didn't have a chance to at least book a flight. So I guess we're just gonna be cramped in a tour before across the country.
I wiped my mouth and nodded. "Yeah, I packed just the necessities, you know."
"Are you serious? I bet you just packed your entire closet in a giant suitcase!" I scoffed at him.
"Listen!" I was about to argue with him, but literally after two seconds we just burst out laughing. Scott threw his face in his hands and I clutched my sides. Soon enough, uproarious laughter was all that could be heard in the living room. After a while, our laughing began to subside. It felt good to laugh after feeling like crap not too long ago. This is pretty much how most of our arguments go down if you could even call them that.
Scott wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and glanced at his phone. It read '11:47'. He got up from his seat and stretched. "We should probably be going to sleep now; we have a really early start tomorrow and you know how hard it is to sleep on that tour bus."
He had a point, the beds in the tour bus weren't the most comfortable things to sleep on. "You're right," I began, "I think Avi said he'd pick us up at around 5:30."
"Awesome. See you then, goodnight!" He said as he began walking to his room.
I got up and placed our used dishes in the sink and put the empty pizza box in the trash. My body went on auto-pilot as I changed into some pajamas and laid down in bed underneath the covers. Wyatt crawled on top of my chest.
As I lied there, I couldn't help but think back to the great laugh I shared with Scott earlier. It left me feeling very refreshed. That was just what I needed to help get me out of my terrible mood. I sure was thankful to have a best friend like him around. Scott was the kind of person that could get you to smile by just looking at you. He's also really sensitive... And talented... And loyal... And tall... And musclely... And extremely handsome... Wait, what?
... I definitely need some sleep now.
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A/N
Hey! So this is my first fanfiction and I'm a little nervous :P I obviously don't have a ton of writing experience but this is something I've been wanting to do for the longest time. So I put my fears behind me and came up with this! God knows I have so much to work on so if anything jumps out at you or if you have any criticisms in general please let me know. I need all the help I can get.
Chapter 2 will be up in a little bit!
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Satisfaction
RomansaMitch Grassi has a great life and a successful career but that doesn't stop him from feeling unsatisfied and empty. Pentatonix is going to New York City for three days to perform a couple of gigs. Over the course of the three days, Mitch learns more...