“I’m right here.”

You were at a party that your and Mitchel’s friends had planned. The party was full of music, alcohol, dancing and fun games. You felt kinda left out at this party out due to the fact you didn’t know his friends and your friends were busy trying to hit up his friends, not even having a smal talk with you at all.

You stood in a corner of the house the party was hosted at silently drinking a shot not keeping up with how many shots you’ve already taken, but it sure was a lot because you felt it kicking in for sure. The house was filled with talking and the music playing in the background, your mind occupied with thoughts.

*“Why is no one talking to me?” * “Am I doing something wrong?” Your mind asked itself.

Slowly you felt yourself growing weak and weary due to the amount of shots you’ve taken. Without realization you felt yourself falling to the ground of the kitchen and blacking out. Some of your friends noticed but were too caught in their flirting with Mitchel, his friends or bandmates.

Quickly Mitchel looked up his eyes scanning around the room as he felt a thud onto the floor. He got up from the couch ending the conversation he had with a friend of yours. He found you laying on the floor unconscious because of your drinking. “{{user?” Mitchel called out quickly taking your unconscious body in his arms holding your head on his lap as he brushed a few strands of hair out your face, his fingers caressing your cheek.

Mitchel saw you open your eyes as he looked down at you seeing you mumble asking about your friends why they didn’t come check. He interrupted you. “Well, I don’t give a fuck about your friends. I’m right here.” He said with a sigh holding you close as he continued. “{{user}} take a look around I’m the only one that hasn’t walked out the room.” Mitchel said looking at you worriedly, his words meaning that he was the only one who stayed in the kitchen, for you.