"6 Degrees of Separation" features an ensemble cast of characters...all of them have traveled to Atlanta (with their various baggage in tow), hoping to enjoy the infamous Atlanta Greek Picnic, hoping to 'get down'.
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"Mitchell, can you please get dressed? It's not like you have a reason to be tired or anything. I drove all the way from Daytona Beach all by myself." I said, trying to not sound too irritated as I watched my line brother lay on his bed in the Marriott room that I'd paid for. I looked at my phone – the time was now 8PM and the Atlanta Greek Picnic Block Party was starting. I wanted to get there relatively early to see if it was worth staying at.
I'd been trying to be patient with Mitchell because he's my best friend and my line brother, but he'd been sulking for months.
My name is Kylan, and Mitchell is my best friend. I thought it was important for us to get out of Florida for a few days because he's had a rough couple of months.
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Kylan Miller (Me)
His ex-boyfriend Trent spent the Spring semester pledging Omega Psi Phi. When he crossed this past April, he abruptly decided to break off their relationship without much explanation. I'd only known Mitchell for two years, but Mitchell had known Trent since his Senior Year of high school – they had legitimate history. They came into Williams University together and as we all headed into our Senior Year, they weren't talking. At all.
I knew Mitchell well enough to know that he was struggling to adjust and I felt so bad, that I'd thrown my money into planning this trip to Atlanta for the Annual Greek Picnic so he could take his mind off Trent. Now, we were here and he was sulking when he should have been getting dressed for the Block Party.
"Kylan, we have so many friends here in Atlanta, you don't really need me to go out, you know?" Mitchell said as he lay on top of his bed. He was right, I did have enough friends here, but I wanted him to come out.
"Mitchell, I didn't come all this way for you to sit in here and sulk." I said, growing impatient.
"Kylan, you know I've haven't really been into going out lately." Mitchell said as he sat up on the bed.
"I know! That's the purpose of us even being here. You've had a rough couple of weeks and you need to take your mind off of everything. Even if it's only for one night." I said, removing my Kappa sweatshirt and the t–shirt that was underneath it off of me at the same time. I turned towards my own bed and began to look through my suitcase for a shirt to wear tonight. As I continued to search through my suitcase, Mitchell replied.
"I hear you. I haven't been out in a minute and I've been tripping. My mind has honestly been on Trent." Mitchell said, looking at me. They'd broken up almost three months ago – what was there to think about?
"Bro, why is he still on your mind still so heavily?" I asked as I found the shirt that I'd been searching for. I walked towards the ironing board that was near the foot of the bed, grabbed the iron from its holder on the wall and I plugged it in.
"If I tell you something, promise you won't judge me?" Mitchell said, looking unsure.
"Sure." I said, walking over to his side of the room. I kneeled down to the floor and picked his suitcase. I dropped it on Mitchell's bed beside him and I opened it. I don't care that he was sulking – we were going out, even if that meant that I had to select his outfit and iron it myself. I pulled out a light blue denim shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans.
