"Thank you guys for watching and see ya later doods," Mitch said, finishing off the recording. I clicked the recording hot key and stopped filming.

"So, you guys can all make it to Canada tomorrow?" Rob asked me, Preston, and Vikk.

"Yeah," we all said at once.

"Great! I finally get to see my foreign friends IRL again!" Mitch almost yelled.

We just finished recording a mini-map and we stayed in the Skype call to talk about what we'd do when we were there. Well, more like they talked. I stayed to listen, but I hadn't said anything since the recording ended. My mic was acting up anyway.

"Hey, Lachlan? You still there? You haven't said anything in a while," Vikk said. I was surprised a little that they noticed I was still there.

"What? Yeah, I'm here," I answered.

"Dood, your mic is all weird. It sounds like you're underwater," Preston said.

"You are pointless to the call! Bye!" Mitch joked, but then kicked me from the call.

I sighed and stared at the group chat. 'Mitch removed Lachlan from this group.' Seriously, I thought. They always picked on me and pushed me around. I never really minded, they were my best friends after all, but it got annoying after a while. The constant mocks of my accent, the constant reminder that I'm not as good at PVP; all of it was slowly making me think that there's something that people don't like about me.

'Mitch added Lachlan to this group' popped up in the chat. I silently joined the call.

"Seriously, though. What is his problem? He just does the dumbest things hoping that someone will pay attention to him," Rob said.

"Yeah, he expects us to take pity on him, when he won't get it because begging for it isn't the answer," Vikk added.

Who were they talking about? And why were they talking about this guy like this behind his back? They aren't those guys who trash talked others.

"Hey, we shouldn't be talking about Lachlan like this," Preston nervously tried to cut in.

"Yeah, um, he-" Mitch started.

"No, hear me out. He can be great sometimes, but do we really know if that's an act or not?" Rob interrupted.

Oh. They were talking about me. Of course. I've never been told what my friends truly thought of me. From how they acted sometimes, I could tell that they thought I was usually annoying. I just never thought they saw me as annoying because they thought I was an emo.

"I mean, he could just be lying to us because he doesn't want us to know how he really is," Rob continued.

"Guys, you should stop," Preston tried again.

"Just listen to me and Preston! Lachlan-" Mitch started.

"Can you listen to us first?" Vikk asked.

"Sure, I'd like to hear more about this 'Lachlan' asshole," I sarcastically cut in.

"This is what I was trying to tell you guys…" Mitch sighed.

"W-what? Lachlan?" Rob asked.

"How much did you hear?" Vikk said.

Guilt was oozing through their voices. I couldn't tell if it was because they said things they didn't mean, or because they just admitted all of that in front of me.

"I heard starting at, 'Seriously, what's his problem.' Why? Was it worse before that?" I snapped.

"No!" Vikk said.

"So then I heard it all?" I asked.

"Well, no, but you heard most of it…" Rob answered.

"Look, we didn't mean any of that-" Vikk started.

"Really? I'm with Lachlan here, you guys sounded like you meant it," Preston interrupted.

"You aren't helping," Rob growled at Preston.

"Is that all you guys think of me as?" I asked, sort of changing the subject.

"Of course not!" Mitch answered.

His voice was higher than usual. He was either nervous or lying. Or both.

"Okay, then Mitch," I started. I heard a small sigh of relief, but then I continued, "But I've had enough of these… Lies. But, wait. According to you guys, I'm the one lying, so I don't have the right to say that. Bye. See ya in Canada."

I left the call and shut off my computer. I plopped into my bed and stared at the clock on my wall. It was noon here, but it was night for everyone else. Then I realized that the recording ended at 11 and I wasn't kicked from the call until 11:30. Were they trash talking me that whole time? Or did that subject not come up until later?

I couldn't believe how mean I was. Sure, I caught them complaining about me, but they were my friends. I couldn't lose the only people who have ever actually wanted to hang out with me. I also didn't understand why I still wanted to go to Canada, but I guess it's the same answer: they're my friends.

The thing that annoyed me most was how they described me. A guy seeking attention in the wrong ways. Did I really act like that? I didn't know. I knew for sure that I was lying about the true me though. I just don't want them to know that I can be very depressed. It's not bad to the point where I self-harm, but I get so close. But besides that, was I lying to them about everything? Do they know nothing about me? I mean, there really isn't much about me after you know that I'm a happy-go-lucky YouTuber who records with his friends. But if I'm not happy, then does that make everything anyone knows about me a lie? Does that mean that they're right?