Will sat on the worn out couch, his eyes flickering between the television and the pair across from him. Iz was laughing at something Mikey had just said. Her laughter was like music, a melody he had grown to love over the months they'd been living together. But tonight, that melody was playing for someone else.

Mikey leaned back, his arm casually draped over the back of the couch, dangerously close to Isabella's shoulder. Will clenched his jaw, trying to focus on the movie playing on the screen, but the dialogue was drowned out by the chatter beside him.

"So, Isabella have you thought about where you want to go next weekend?" Mikey asked, his voice smooth and confident.

Isabella tilted her head, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "Hmm, I'm not sure yet. Maybe a concert?"

Will's heart sank. He had been planning to ask her to a concert, but now the idea seemed pointless. He forced a chuckle, trying to mask his frustration. "You two planning another date already? Didn't you just go to that Italian place?"

Isabella turned to him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, Will, you should've seen it! The pasta was amazing, and Mikey picked a good spot"

Mikey grinned, clearly enjoying the attention. "What can I say? I know my Italian food."

Will nodded, trying to keep his tone light. "Yeah, I bet you do. So, what's the plan for tonight? More pasta talk?"

Mikey laughed, a sound that grated on Will's nerves. "Nah, just hanging out. Maybe we'll order some pizza later."

"Pizza sounds great," Isabella said, nudging Mikey playfully. "But only if you promise not to judge my topping choices."

"Deal," Mikey replied, his eyes locked on hers.

Will shifted uncomfortably, feeling like the third wheel in his own apartment. He tried to focus on the movie again, but the dialogue between Isabella and Mikey was impossible to ignore.

"Hey, Iz, remember that time in school when we tried to make our own pizza?" Will interjected, hoping to steer the conversation in a different direction.

Isabella laughed, her gaze softening as she looked at him. "Oh, yeah! We ended up with a kitchen disaster and a pizza that looked more like a pancake."

Mikey chuckled, glancing between them. "Sounds like quite the adventure. Maybe we should try that sometime."

Will forced a smile, though his mind was racing. He didn't want to lose iz to Mikey, but how could he compete with someone so effortlessly charming?

As the night wore on, the conversation continued, and Will felt more like a spectator than a participant. He watched as Isabella and Mikey exchanged stories and laughter, each moment a reminder of what he wished was his.

Finally, as the clock ticked towards midnight, Mikey stood up, stretching his arms. "I should probably head out. It's getting late."

Isabella walked him to the door, and Will followed, trying to ignore the pang of jealousy in his chest. "Thanks for coming over, Mikey," she said, her voice warm and genuine.

"Anytime" Mikey replied, giving her a quick hug. "See you soon?"

"Definitely," Isabella said, smiling as she closed the door behind him.

Will stood awkwardly in the hallway, unsure of what to say. Isabella turned to him, her expression softening. "Thanks for hanging out with us, Will. I hope you didn't feel left out."

He shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Nah, it was alright"

She nodded, her eyes searching his face. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, though his heart ached with unspoken words. "Just tired, I guess."

Isabella gave him a gentle smile, touching his arm briefly. "Get some rest, then. Goodnight, Will."

"Goodnight, Iz," he said, watching as she disappeared into her room.

As Will headed to his own room, he couldn't shake the feeling of longing that lingered in the air. He knew he had to find a way to tell Isabella how he felt, but for now, he could only hope that the next time they hung out, he wouldn't feel so invisible.