"Guess who has a date tonight?" Mitch said in a sing song voice.
"Who?" Scott asked.
"Me! I'm going on a dateeeeee!" Mitch squealed, jumping around the room.
"That's great!" Scott exclaimed. "Who're you going out with?"
"Travis!"
Scott froze. "Travis? The one who's canceled three dates?"
"Yeah, he was busy!" Mitch said. "What should I wear?"
"Didn't you break up with him?" Scott asked.
"Nope, different Travis." Mitch said, as he looked through his closet.
"Maybe all Travis's are bad."
Mitch laughed, turning around.
"Don't be stupid, he's nice! We've gone on ten dates, I like him, he likes me."
Scott sighed. "Okay, okay, I'll help you get ready for your date."
Mitch squealed again. "Thanks so much!"
Scott smiled a little, patting Mitch's head. "I'll do your nails."
             Mitch smiled, looking at himself in the mirror. "I can't wait!"
"I hope you have-" Scott began, but they heard someone blaring on their car horn in their driveway.
"That's Travis, I gotta go." Mitch said.
"Where're you gonna be?" Scott asked.
"I'll just, um, send you my location, okay?" Mitch said, smiling still. "K, love you."
"Love you too, have fun." Scott said, as his friend left.
      He waited for thirty minutes, then got in his car.
"I don't like him, I just don't like him." Scott said to himself, as he pulled up Mitch's location on his phone. "Nothing's gonna happen to my Mitchy."
            Scott walked into the restaurant, sitting at a table near Mitch and Travis's. He could hear most of their conversation, but not everything.
"Um, Travis?" Mitch asked sweetly. "You've been on your phone a lot, is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine." Travis snapped.
Mitch looked down, messing with his hair.
"Do you need something?"
"Oh, no, I'm fine." Mitch said. "How was work?"
"It was fine." Travis replied blandly, typing more on his phone.
"So, um..." Mitch said, trying to talk to his date.
"What?"
"Um, nothing." The brunette said, wrapping his hair around his finger.
"Stop messing with your hair, it's annoying." Travis said.
"I'll be right back." Mitch said, getting up, his date not even noticing.
    Scott was furious, as he walked over to Travis.
He looked at the man's phone, seeing texts from other men.
"Bastard." Scott growled, making Travis jump.
"What the-"
Scott grabbed Travis's shirt collar, pulling him to his feet. "You've got a tressure who loves you who's trying to have a f--king date with you, and you're over here being a wh-re."
Travis tried to speak, but Scott got closer to his face.
"Get. Out. Now." He growled, shoving the man away.
    Travis wasted no time in leaving, as Scott smiled, grabbing the flowers he had gotten on his way there.
Mitch came back, looking around. "Travis?"
"Mitchy!"
Mitch looked over, smiling. "Hi, Scotty! What're you doing here?"
Scott smiled, handing his friend his flowers. "Saved you from another wh-re."
"Scott!" Mitch exclaimed. "Don't say that!"
Scott laughed, holding Mitch's hand. "I'm sorry, I'm overly protective!"
"It's okay, at least I know I'm safe!"