Jerome's POV: (sorry that this chapter is short. I was lazy and I have a headache :/)

Mitch raises an eyebrow and looks at me.

"A private booth"he questioned.

I nod. Hr takes his seat and the waiter gives us menus.

"Your drinks".

"Water".

"Sprite"I said.

He nods and leaves. I sighed and looked over at Mitch who looked confused as hell.

"What's wrong".

"Why are there two kinds of forks and spoons and one knife".

I shrugged, "I dont know. I just pick one and use it".

He smiled and laughed under his breath.

"Yeah. True".

I want to say it......I thought I was ready.......but I cant get the nerve to say it. I just can't spit it out.

"Mitch? I l-".

"Your drinks gentlemen".

I narrow my eyes at the table and look at the waiter as he hands us our drinks.

"Thank you"Mitch said.

"Yeah.....thanks"I mumbled.

"Your courses for your evening".

"Steak".

"Salad"Mitch said.

Handing his the menus.

"Be back in a minute"he said.

"So, What were you gonna say Jerome".

"Nothing".

Once again. I can't say it. I cant believe I was gonna say it just a second ago, but got interrupted.

"Mitch I-".

"Your dinner".

He hands us are food and leaves again, but puts the bill on the table for when we wanna leave. Damn you waiter.

"Jerome, if your wanna say something dont let a waiter or yourself stop you"Mitch mumbled.

I nod. Now I know that I can't say it. I know he'll say yes though. Why can't I say it? I sigh and quickly pay the bill when were done. We go outside and get in the car.

"Thanks biggumz".

I smile.

"Your welcome. Something different for a change".