After my whole anxiety episode, Mitch and Scott both agreed that they should stay home. I was to tired after my panic attack to argue that I'll be fine, even though a part of me wasn't sure if I would be. So instead of arguing, I went to the bathroom to change out of Mitch's big shirt and into my clothes that Anthony had brought for me. A tank top and a pair of shorts. What I wear almost everyday for the summer. I finally was beginning to feel like me again.
If only I had my makeup. I thought, as I stared at myself in the mirror.

"Hey Mitch what do you want me to do with your shirt?" I ask.

"Keep it." He said plainly.

We exchanged smiles. I folded the shirt up like it was my most prized possession and placed it in my backpack.

It was around 12:30 when Mitch announced that he will be making a salad for lunch. Usually after my attacks I don't have an appetite and that was the case today. I went into the kitchen where Mitch was chopping up some strawberries to put into the salad.

Hey girl! How are you feeling?"

"Fine. Just tired. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not hungry....like at all. That's what usually happens after one of my attacks. Sorry."

"You really need to stop apologizing." He said with a giggle." I understand and if you get hungry later just let me know."

I nodded and left him to cutting strawberries and went to the living room. I realized that there was a big cardboard box that had not been opened yet. All of a sudden Scott comes out of a room I have yet to see, with a pair of scissors.

"Wanna help me?" He asks with a smile.

"Sure." I say with a grin. It's not like I was doing anything anyways.

I held the box for him as he uses the scissors to cut the packaging tape. I couldn't help but watch as his biceps flexed while he was doing it. He finally cut the tape and opened the box. We got rid of the bubble wrap to find thin metal bars.

"What is this?" I ask.

This is the bed frame for the guest bed. I thought it wouldn't come on time." He says with a chuckle. "Can you help me bring this up to the guest room?"

"Sure." I reply, even though I was physically drained from my attack, it was the least I could do for them.

We picked up the box and it was surprisingly not that heavy. Scott lead the way through the kitchen and up the stairs. I haven't seen the upstairs yet. Of course some of the rooms were bare being that they just moved a couple of days ago. We made it into the guest room and set it down on the dark wood floor. We were about to empty the box of it's contents, but were interrupted by Mitch beckoning for us to come downstairs. Scott bounded down the stairs while I staggered behind.

"I thought we would enjoy the beautiful L.A. weather today and have a picnic in the backyard."

I followed both of them outside where Mitch had put down a blanket with two bowls of salad, a platter full of different kinds of fruits, and a glass pitcher of sparkling water and lemon. It was so cute they way he set up everything. He even put pillows down for comfort. We sat and chatted while Scott and Mitch ate their salad. I did end up eating a couple pieces of fruit. I laughed so hard at the two of them doing their antics and what not. They're somehow so much funnier in person.
They asked me to ask them any questions I wanted to ask. I asked about their tours that they've done and what they're favorite places were to perform.

I forgot about all the events that happened today because I was so engulfed in the conversation.

When we had stuffed our bellies we cleaned up the picnic. Mitch was starting to yell at me because I was helping. I started to say that I was fine and I meant it I wasn't as tired anymore but he wouldn't take it. He walked towards me and grabs my hand walking me to the living room. He motions for me to sit down on the couch and he turns on the TV.

"Hope you like SpongeBob." He says.

I chuckle. It's been a long time but I was actually kind of excited. I sat and watched, a nostalgic feeling pumping through me. I could hear Scott reciting every line perfectly and Mitch laughing his ass off.

When they were done cleaning up, they came and joined me.

Couple minutes later, Mitch paused the TV and stood up.

"Hey!" Scott and I yelled at the same time.

"We should finish the guest bedroom. Like go out and buy some paint and furniture." Mitch suggested.

"Sounds like fun. I love decorating." I say.

"I'll stay home and try to set up the bed frame." Says Scott.

"Guess it's just you and me then." Mitch looked at me.

I reply with a smile and a nod and got ready to go out with Mitch.