My eyes widen themselves. He pushes through the crowd and stands in front of me. A wide smile on his face.
"Mylo?" I ask, a smile appearing on my face as well. He pulled me into a hug, his arms pulling me in by my shoulders. I hear muttered curse words about us being a crazy couple. I don't care, I wrap my arms around his middle and we just stand there, for God knows long, hugging each other. I was the one to pull away, taking in his face. There was a cut on his cheek, along with a slight black eye. He was studying my features as well, a small smile presented. Well until his eyes landed on my neck. He lifts my chin much like Eugene did, and touches the bruise, sending a bit of pain through it.
"What happened?" It was barely a question, kinda just demanding what happened.
"Me and Eugene went to this, uh dimension, and I got choked, it's no biggie." His hands grab onto my shoulders, he was staring into my eyes, I stare back into his.
"Do you still have the key?" He asks, genuine concern swimming in his eyes.
"Yeah." I pull it out of my pocket and hand it to him. He smiles at the sight of it.
"I haven't been able to sleep without the weight on my chest." He ties the chain back up and puts the key around his neck, where it belongs. Oh God, that was really cheesy sounding. 
"How long were you here, I kinda lost track of time."
"These days are 4x faster that ours." He explains, he's kinda like a tour guide sometimes.
"So how long?" I ask.
"I've been here 8 days." He replies. 
"Where'd you stay?" I ask.
"Around." He looked down and kicked the concrete.
"Do you wanna leave?" I ask, he nods, looking like a small child who did something wrong. He takes off his key, which he just put on, so putting it on was a bad idea. He pushes it into the air and spins it. 
"Reira!" He yells, the portal opening. We both climb in. We enter into Mylo's room, now that I'm not in a panicked frenzy, I look around. It was kinda messy, clothes on the floor and hanging, his bed-sheets are a mess, but in the corner, on a stand stood a beat up acoustic guitar. I open my mouth to ask about it, then shut it immediately. Mylo pulls me into another hug, burying his face into the crook of my neck. "Thank you."
"It was no problem, you have no idea how much of a mess I was." I explain softly, rubbing his back. Then we stand there in silence, letting the happiness seep out of out pores and into the room. Sure, it sounds gross but hey, who cares? I got my friend back. 
"Hey! Get off my girl!" I heard the voice I recognized as Eugene yell. Mylo pulls away instantly. I glare at Eugene, who walks up and slaps Mylo, hard. My glare intensifies. He turns back toward me.
"What the heck!" I scream, angrily. There were two reasons I was angry, One, I'm not 'his girl' and 2, he just slapped my friend.
"Aww baby, what's wrong?" He coos. 
"You're wrong!" I yell.
"Well, everybody's wrong sometimes." He walks over, kisses my forehead, then walks out of the room. My eyes catch Mylo's, which were full of hurt. 
"Are you okay?" I ask. He nods. I walk over to wrap my arms around him, which results in him stepping away.
"You're with Eugene, and I'm not that kind of guy." He then turns and leaves the room, leaving me in my own guilt and worry. I stood there in the quiet, staring at the ground. I want to kill Eugene. I walk out to see Mylo and Eugene having a very sharp stare down. Which was what i planned to do with Eugene after I yelled at him for at least an hour. Eugene's eyes were filled with hate. Mylo's were filled with pain, and what looks to be betrayal. Maybe I'm just reading it wrong.