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Mitch stands in front of his closet, he’s paralysed with indecision. Normally, he’d call Auston right now, but Auston’s the last person he can call given the situation. He wastes at least ten minutes staring at his phone trying to work out who he can call before he caves and calls Auston anyway.
“Aus,”
“Mouse.” Mitch can hear the smile coming through the end of the phone.
“Look, can you just please be my best friend right now, and not the guy I confessed my love to.”
“Erm,” Auston sounds hesitant and confused, “Ok,” he agrees.
“Look,” Mitch sighs, running a hand through his hair, “In this hypothetical situation, your best friend Mitchy is about to go on a date with the guy he confessed his feelings to and he doesn’t have a fucking clue what to wear.”
Auston snorts with laughter, “Mouse, babe,” he says softly, “You’ll look great whatever you wear.”
“No,” Mitch sighs, “I told you I needed friend advice right now, remember?”
Auston pauses, and Mitch can just imagine him rolling his eyes at the phone, “Fine, the pale jeans, you know, the ones you have to like jump your way into.”
Mitch grins, grabbing them out of the closet, “And on top?”
“Wear one of my shirts,” Auston grins, “This mystery date of your is sure to like it when you wear my cothes.”
Mitch snorts this time, “Love you,” he says, easy and free like every time he’s said it since the first time.
“Love you too,” Auston replies, “Now get dressed, I’m picking you up in twenty.”