au where once you realize you love someone, your irises in your eyes turn pink.
~
My phone screen lit up, the name "your best friend"
popping up on the screen.
"Mitch?"
"Scott!" He said on the other line. "I have a very important question for you."
"Shoot."
"Why is it called a 'hamburger' if there's no ham?"
This little shit right here.
"I take it you're having a hamburger for lunch today, then."
"Yeah."
"Was that all?"
"No." Mitch sighed. "I'm coming home in two days."
"Finally. A week is too long without my best friend on the planet."
"Sorry, business called." I heard a different voice call from the distance on the other line, saying words I couldn't understand. "Churros? Hell yeah!" I heard Mitch say. "Gotta go, Scotty. See you soon!"
I could practically see the excitement on his face. He loves New York with all of his heart.
Imagining Mitch excited makes me blush sometimes. I've had a little crush on him for a while but it's never been anything I can't just brush off.
Until recently.
Just seeing things he posts on Instagram, or seeing him get all giddy about something makes my heart swell. Or, when he's sad, I just want to hold him until everything's alright.
Sometimes I wonder if I've fallen in love with him, but luckily my irises haven't turned pink.
I'm surprised it hasn't happened while he's been gone, though, because I miss him. A lot.
It was about 8am here, and I had a meeting at 9. I already brushed my teeth and everything, all I had to do was fix my hair.
I grabbed my hair gel from the bathroom and started mindlessly applying it, I've done it so many times. I looked in the mirror to see how it all turned out, and-
Shit.
~
"Hey!" Mitch wrapped me in a bone crushing hug. "I missed you! And Wyatt. I can't wait to see the little devil."
"Hey," I said, almost monotone.
"That's a crappy airport greeting, don't you think?"
"I'm just tired, I guess."
"Are you sick? Your eyes look different." Mitch asked.
I had managed to find some colored contacts that were almost my eye color.
"No, I'm fine." I smiled.
"Don't lie to me, Hoying. If you're not fine, tell me now. We don't want to relive what happened in March."
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" I said with more energy.
"Better. Let's get to the apartment!"
~
One month later
