The Internship

Chapter Twenty-One

A/N Sorry in advance. Don't hate me.

P.S. You seriously have no idea how many times I typed Midge instead of Mitch.

Do you know that feeling when everything seems...wrong? Like there is something off and different but you can't figure it out. Technically everything is fine but you can't help but feel like something bad is bound to happen.

That's how I felt when I woke up Sunday morning. Last night, after dinner, Mitch and I watched a movie. I shoved down what I was worried about and decided to just enjoy what I had.

I wouldn't see Mitch until later tonight because he had to work. But, I was going shopping with Kirstie.

To Kirstie: Still on for shopping at 1 today?

From Kirstie: Of course!

To Kirstie: Okay! I'll pick you up

I got out of bed and took a quick shower. By the time I was ready, I needed to go.

I played some EDM during the drive. If Mitch likes it, I should try it out, right?(I changed to Ariana Grande after the first song, EDM isn't for me).

"Hey, babe!" Kirstie said, getting into my car.

"I am on a mission today. I am in a desperate need for some sweaters. I'm dressing like it's still summer," I said.

"Trying to look good for Mitch?"

"Speaking of Mitch, can we talk about him at some point today? I need some of your amazing advice."

"Sure, hon. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, no, well--"

"So you don't know?"

"Exactly."

Kirstie laughed lightly and picked up my phone to play music. "EDM in your music? What has Mitch done to you?"

"I tried but I couldn't do it."

"I've never seen so much Beyoncé and Ariana Grande before in my life," she said while scrolling through my songs.

"I have no shame. They're all I aspire to be."

Kirstie laughed and began laughing even harder when she realized I was serious. "Wait, wait. You want Jay Z who looks like, well, Jay Z. And Big Sean who is not even half of your size. You'd crush him!"

I pouted and would've crossed my arms if I wasn't driving. "Well it's not about the men. I want their talent and musical careers."

"Oh, please." Kirstie said, blowing out air. "You could be as sucessful as them. You're freakishly talented."

I could feel myself blushing. "Are you being serious?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Woah. Thanks, KK."

She smiled at me and we pulled into the parking lot of the mall. We wasted no time and began shopping right away.

"This is cute. And it's not too thick, Mitch can rip it off of you easily," Kirstie said nonchalantly. My head shot up and I glared at her as an elderly couple walked by and gave us a worried look.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Sorry, sorry. Really I just--" She stopped talking as her laughing intensified.

I rolled my eyes and began walking away. "Let me get this shirt I saw. I'll be right out!" Kirstie called after me.

I went outside of the store and scrolled through Twitter. I didn't have any texts from Mitch. Not that it was surprising, he didn't talk to while he was at work. I was always the one starting the conversation.