"Scott!" Mitch called. "SCOTT!"
"What is it?" Scott asked, walking in the kitchen.
"I can't reach the wine."
Scott chuckled, reaching up effortlessly, grabbing the wine bottle. "Here."
"I hate being short." Mitch muttered, pouring wine for himself.
"You're welcome."
Mitch rolled his eyes. "Thanks, babe."
    Ding! Dong!
Both Mitch and Scott ran to the door, Mitch's mullet hitting the back of his neck.
"Package for Scott Hoying?"
"That's me!" Scott said, taking the box.
"Sign here."
Scott pulled out a pen, propping his other arm on Mitch's head.
'This is not happening.' Mitch thought, as they closed the door. "Scott!"
"What?"
"I'm not an armrest!" Mitch cried.
"I know you're not!" Scott exclaimed.
"Then stop treating me like one!"
"I'm sorry, honey, I didnt know it bothered you."
Mitch crossed his arms. "Howd you like to be a shorty?"
"You're not a shorty! You're 5'10, I'm 6'3! I'm a giant!"
"No you're not, you're fine." Mitch said.
"Come here." Scott said.
"Do I want to?"
"Yes."
Mitch walked over, Scott picking him up. "Babe! Put me down!"
Scott put Mitch down on the kitchen counter so they were eye level. "Do you want chips?"
Mitch nodded. "Get my gluten free crackers!"
Scott grabbed them. "Here, babe. Does Mitchy wanna cracker?"
Mitch grabbed the cracker, biting Scott's fingers.
"OW!"
"I'm hungwy!" Mitch said, opening his mouth for another cracker.
Scott held it above Mitch's head, as he tried nipping at it. 
"Nuh uh, kiss first." Scott said.
Mitch rolled his eyes. "So needy." He gave Scott a quick kiss. "Now gimmie that cracker!"
"Did you even have lunch?" Scott asked, handing him more crackers.
"Nope! I was busy with new Pentatonix music." Mitch replied. "Do we have that low fat cheese we got?" Mitch asked.
"Lemme get it, hold on." Scott said, opening the fridge door.
"Where is it?"
"Right in front of your face." Mitch sassed.
Scott rolled his eyes, grabbing the cheese. "Here, your royal highness."
"Thank you!" Mitch laughed.
"You know what else I love about you being short?" Scott said.
"What?"
"I get to learn down and hug and kiss you anytime I want." Scott said, planting a kiss on Mitch's lips.
"No! Ugh, you're so gay!" Mitch said, but he was smiling the whole time. "I give up, cmere!"
He pulled Scott over by the collar, kissing him.
Scott broke away. "You taste salty and cheesy."
"Just like you." Mitch said sassily.
Scott rolled his eyes again. "Okay, shorty."
"SCOTT RICHARD HOYING!" Mitch shouted.
Scott just laughed. "You're a shorty, but I love ya."