If I Didn't

It was probably late afternoon when Scott finally managed to come back from wherever he was. I hadn't really done much when he left, or during. But he seemed to have gone through it.

And he was a mess.

He stumbled into the room with tubs of ice cream and bottles of wine. His eyes were red and puffy, and his hair was a complete mess.

What could've happened..?

"S-Scott?" I stammered, standing up. He looked at me and froze. I took a step forward, and then stopped.

He was still frozen.

"What happened, Scott?" He shook his head, biting his lip. "What...?"

"I...don't know..."

"What do you mean, you 'don't know?' Something happened...." I was careful with my words. This had to be sensitive if it was an Alex problem.

"I....I think that we may be broken up..?" He said quietly, blowing his nose in a tissue that we kept on the coffee table.

Say what?

What happened that would actually drive them apart?

"Holy crap. Scott....." I sat down beside him and put my hand on his shoulder, but he didn't look at me.

Instead, he rested his hand on my shoulder, and he cried into my arm.

"He...he wanted me to move across the country with him."

"Across the country...?" My heart sunk and I gulped. "To do what?"

"He...he got some job out there. He asked me to come with him." He opened up the tub of ice cream and popped the cork off the bottle of alcohol in his hand. I went to get him a spoon and napkins as a cover up, just in case he could hear my heart beating or my see my face turning red.

"What did you say...?" I asked, setting the napkins in his lap. I plopped the spoon headfirst in the tub of ice cream. He took it's handle and frowned.

"Everything I know is here. My friends...my career and the band....and you." And me? What does that make me?

"So you turned him down and he broke up with you?"  He sniffled.

"He told me to leave and let him think...and he also told me to come back when I have my head on straight."

"Well who says that your head isn't on straight right now?"

"Do you really think that Mitch? I'm freaking out. What am I suppose to do without the love of my life?"

Oh. Ouch.

"Long distance relationships never work out and you can't just leave the the band...you have to figure out if you want your career or your boyfriend more."

"But I want both," he said, covering his face. "Why make me choose? I was doing okay until now."

"Beg to differ..." I said under my breath.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Mitch, I don't know what to do.."

"Well you know that my opinion is biased, Scott. This is all you." He wiped his eyes and stared at me, his face looking so pitiful and yet so beautiful.

"Please....tell me what to do."

"Figure out your love life before you do anything. Whatever you choose, I don't think it's the best thing to leave it all on a sour note. The rest is your move." I had to give him that, I guess. It's his choice. If he really loves Alex, enough to actually quit his band and move across the country..then he deserves it.

I guess everybody deserves that.

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A/N: so I haven't updated since August 😅
I have no excuses.
This is a bad chapter hehehehehehehe sowwy.