"Hey, Mark! Did you wanna talk to me?" Scott asked, walking into his boyfriend's apartment.
"Yeah, we need to talk." Mark said. "I want to break up."
Scott felt like he had been slapped in the face. "What?"
"I want to break up! We need to, Scott!"
"Why? I love you!" Scott exclaimed, trying not to cry.
"You're always busy! Adam's always here!" Mark said.
"Who's Adam?" Scott asked. "Did you cheat on me?"
Mark didn't look Scott in the eyes.
"Please leave my house."
"Mark,"
"NOW!"
Scott walked out of the apartment, getting in his car, and driving home.
     "Scott! You're back early!" Mitch said, looking at Scott. "Oh my gosh! What happened!?"
"M...m...mark."
"Did he hurt you?" Mitch asked, pulling him inside. "Drink some water."
"He...he broke up with me!" Scott sobbed.
"Aw, hun, I'm sorry! Why'd he do that?" Mitch asked, starting to make hot chocolate.
"He...he cheated on m...me." Scott said, wiping his eyes.
"He did what!?" Mitch exclaimed, going off with cuss words.
"Mitchy?"
"What is it, sweetheart?" Mitch asked.
"I...I really need you...you know breakups." Scott said quietly.
"Boy do I!" Mitch said. "Okay, I'm making cookies, you grab your bathrobe, it's freezing in here. Couch in five minutes."
Scott nodded, going to his room, and grabbing his Superman onesie instead.
  "Mitchy? Were you busy earlier?" Scott asked, sitting on the couch.
"No, honey! I wasn't busy at all!" Mitch said, sitting down next to him. "Listening to Lady Gaga while making some chocolate chip cookies."
"O..okay."
"C'mere, baby." Mitch said, pulling Scott into a hug. "Breakups are always hard,  I know."
Scott started crying again, as Mitch rubbed his back gently.
"I loved him, Mitch! I wanted to marry him!" Scott cried.
"I know, hon, I know."
"Why'd he have to go off with some other guy?"
"Cause he's a d--k, Scott!" Mitch exclaimed. "Eat a cookie, it'll make you feel better."
Scott smiled a little. "When did you become my mom?"
"Scotty, I already act like your parent." Mitch said.
Scott laughed. "You do act like my parent!"
"I got you to laugh!" Mitch cheered. "I'm sorry about the whole he who shall not be named mess."
"Thanks, Mitchy." Scott said. "Do you have plans tomarrow?"
"No, why?"
"I really want to spend time with my best friend."
"Aw! You know the rule, besties before boys!" Mitch said, hugging Scott. "Do you want me to grab some wine?"
Scott nodded. "I need alcohol."
"Isnt that the truth." Mitch said. "Cheers to being besties?"
"Cheers." Scott said. "And cheers to being single."
"Amen, sister!"