All Gone Wrong

Chapter Four

“Preston?” I asked when he answered the Skype call. Both of us had our facecams on.

“Hey Mat, what’s up?” he greeted.

“Um, I just wanted to talk,” I said.

“What happened?” he asked worriedly.

“Um, a lot. Where do I start? So, you didn’t know this, but Jerome actually is here. But Mitch invited him over, not me,” I started.

“#Merome,” Preston said with a slightly smirk on his face. I felt a twinge of sadness poke at my heart. I didn’t doubt his words when he said he loved me, but we still hadn’t started officially dating or anything. If I found out Jerome likes Mitch that way I don’t know what I’d do. He’s pretty good at putting up facades and I can’t tell whether that’s a good or bad thing.

But Jerome holds the record of longest relationship between all of us. And it was with a girl. They broke up recently and Jerome has admitted to being bisexual, but I doubted that Jerome liked Mitch. It just didn’t seem like Jerome.

“Um… There’s something I have to tell you that’s kinda similar to that,” I said.

“Is Merome real?” he asked, nearly jumping in my seat. That made me a bit sadder. I didn’t even know the ship name for me and Mitch.

“No…” I muttered, looking down at the keyboard.  I glanced back up and Preston looked a bit disappointed. “Actually, I kinda like Mitch…”

“What?” Preston said, his eyes filled with a child’s curiosity.

“Yeah. I know it’s so fast, just yesterday I was…” I trailed off, trying to think of a way to describe my crush on Rob.

“Dying,” Preston suggested. I smiled a little.

“Dying for Rob just yesterday, but as I was talking to Mitch I realized how perfect Mitch really is. Rob is great, but I don’t think of him the same anymore. No one really compares to Mitch now,” I continued. As I said it, I realized how much Mitch really did mean to me. My friends are the most important people in my life in all honesty, but I won’t lie and say that I haven’t been taking them for granted.

“There’s something you’re not telling me, I can feel my friendship senses tingling,” Preston said, a huge smile growing on his face too.

“Well, he may have kissed me and said that he’s had a crush on me for as long as he can remember. And I may have kissed him too,” I admitted.

“Oh my gosh! Match is now my new OTP!” Preston squealed, even more excited when I was talking about Merome. But there was that word again. Match. Jerome said it too.

“Wait, what’s Match?” I asked.

“It’s your ship,” Preston answered. That made sense. Now I do know our ship. “But what’s going on with you two now?”

“I’m not entirely sure…” I muttered.

“What does that mean?!” he shouted.

“Be quiet before Rob comes or something,” I said, worried.

“He’ll just think I’m recording or something,” Preston said a bit more quietly.

“I don’t know. I just don’t know… But there’s something else. Rob called not so long ago. You haven’t told him?” I asked.

“Well, I didn’t know whether you actually wanted me to tell him. You said I could, but I didn’t know if you meant it,” he answered.

“I did. I’m too scared to tell him myself. But if you do tell him, say I’m over him. Please,” I said. Preston was about to say something else, but Mitch walked into the room and Preston stayed quiet.

“Hey, Mat? Sorry for not knocking but I wanted to tell you that we made breakfast,” Mitch said. He stayed quiet for a few seconds and continued, “But that’s not all I wanted to say. I… I- uh, would you like to go on a date- er, I mean maybe we could go out sometime?”

He didn’t notice that I had Skype open. He didn’t notice that Preston muted his mic and was jumping around his room. He didn’t notice the giant smile or the dark blush on my face. But I noticed how embarrassed he was.

“I would love to,” I said, trying not to stumble over my words.

“Really?” he nearly gasped.

“Yeah. Oh, and say hi to Preston while you’re here,” I told him. I just turned into a real jag. Wow, I’m mean. It was funny seeing his reaction to that. I didn’t know that it was humanly possible to turn that shade of red.

“I can’t handle it!” Preston yelled, unmuting his mic.

“D-did he see all of th-that?” Mitch said, hiding his face in his hands.

“Yeah, I did. And I must say, you two make a good couple,” Preston said, calming down.

“I told Preston about last night, Mitch,” I tried to calm Mitch down.

“Oh, um… Did you tell him about the picture or anything?” Mitch asked. Then, as if on cue, all three of our phones went off.

“What’s this?” Preston said, opening up the text. “It’s a group chat started by Jerome.”

I immediately knew what Jerome sent. I slumped in my seat and Mitch buried his face further into his hands.

“Oh god…” we both muttered.

“You guys are giving me too much to handle at once!” Preston shouted. He is probably a bigger fan of us than our actual fans.

My embarrassment was replaced with anger as I stomped out of the room into the kitchen. I will kill Jerome if it’s the last thing I do.