#stromercat

“What’s up?” Dylan asked Alex while they were putting on their equipment for practice. It didn’t take a genius to notice that Alex was in a bad mood, which was odd because Alex was always in a good mood.

Alex shrugged his shoulders. “It’s nothing.”

Dylan leaned over to bump his shoulder with Alex’s. “C’mon, ‘Kit.”

He shrugged again. “It’s really not important. I’m fine.” Dylan let it go, for a while.

Practice was good. It let Alex work through his frustrations and by the end of the practice, he was smiling again, which Dylan was happy about. After practice, they showered and changed before walking out of the arena together, both of them smiling and laughing. But, Alex’s smile fell when he checked his phone.

“What?” Dylan asked.

Alex shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

Dylan sighed and shoved him with his shoulder harder than he really needed too, causing Alex to step to the side and send a glare towards Dylan. “Dude.”

“I’m your best friend, tell me what’s wrong.” Dylan pressed.

Alex sighed and looked down at his phone, Snapchat still open. He held down on your name to replay the Snap and showed it to Dylan. It was a picture of you and Ralph curled up on the couch.

Dylan looked at the photo for a good long while before looking back at Alex with the most confused expression. “I don’t understand?”

“She’s snuggling Ralph.” Alex said, as if that would somehow explain everything.

Dylan paused. “So, you’re upset your girlfriend is getting along with your dog?”

“They’resnuggling.”

“Alex,” Dylan deadpanned. “Please for the love of god, spit it out.”

Alex sighed. “(Y/N) would rather spend time with Ralph than with me and she snuggles him and not me.”

Dylan’s lips twitched up. “You’re saying your girlfriend snuggles Ralph and not you?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying! If we’re on the couch, Ralph is between us, resting against her. In bed, she’ll pull Ralph up between us.”

Dylan laughed. Dylan laughed hard.

“It’s not funny.” Alex grumbled, which only made Dylan laugh harder.

“What did you expect to happen?” Dylan asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “(Y/N) is a dogperson, not a catperson.” Alex shoved Dylan, who stumbled to his side, unable to keep his balance since he was laughing so hard.

“It’s not funny.” Alex repeated.

“It’s hilarious, actually.”

“What am I supposed to do!?” He asked, and Dylan shrugged.

“Ralph is her little spoon and she’s your little spoon, just do a spooning train.” Alex tighten his lips as Dylan’s laughter carried over into his ‘advice.’ “I’m serious,” Dylan added.

“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation…”