"Scott!" Mitch called, running in the kitchen. "Help!"
Scott whirled around. "Oh hell, what happened?"
"I have an emergency!"
"What happened?" Scott asked worriedly.
"I'm going on a date tonight, and I don't know what to wear!" Mitch cried. "I need help!"
Scott rolled his eyes, smiling. "That's your big emergency?"
"Scott! This is important!"
"Okay, okay, I'll help!" Scott said. "Let's go."
Mitch tried on multiple outfits.
"This one?" He asked, wearing a long black shirt and jeans.
"You look great!" Scott said.
"Scott, I love the compliments, but you've liked every outfit I've put on!" Mitch laughed.
'Wow, is his laugh cute.' Scott thought. "Try the red blouse, you look so sexy in red." 'Did I just say that outloud?'
Mitch blushed. "I'll try it!"
He ducked inside the closet.
'Oh my freaking gosh, Scott just said I look sexy!'
Mitch pulled on his red blouse, fingering the top by his shoulders.

Scott looked up. "You look amazing! I love it!"
Mitch blushed again. 'Stop doing that! He's gonna know!' "Thanks, do you think my date will like it?"
"He'd have to be pretty stupid to not!" Scott said. "Who wouldn't want the sexiest man alive, Mitch Grassi?"
Mitch giggled. "Thanks, should I wear heels?"
"Duh! It's the cherry on top!" Scott said. "I'll grab them for you."
Mitch sat on Scott's bed, thinking things through. 'I need to tell him, I need to tell him!'
"Okay! I got your heels!" Scott said, holding up the black platform shoes. "Want me to put em on for you?"
"S...sure."
"Hey, don't be nervous about your date! You'll be fine!" Scott said.
'If only you knew what I was nervous about.' Mitch thought.
Scott's mind raced. 'I need to tell him, but he's going on a date!'
"Well, have a good date!"
"Thanks." Mitch said, walking out the door. "See you."
Scott scrolled through his phone, but kept checking his texts from Mitch.
'What if he and the guy really like each other, I never get the chance to even tell him...
Ding! Ding!
His thoughts scattered, as he went on his texts.
Mitch: I'm coming home
Scott: are you ok?
He didnt reply, but Mitch was home soon enough.
"What happened? Are you okay?" Scott asked.
"I'm fine, Scott, the guy just wanted to cut the date short." Mitch replied. "He didn't like me."
"How could someone not like you?" Scott asked, as Mitch threw his blouse into the closet. 'Why'd he have to take his shirt off? Why? This is torture!'
Mitch shrugged. "Just didn't like me."
"Mitch, I gotta tell you something. I really like you."
Mitch stared. "You like me? Like, like me like me?
Scott nodded. "I love you."
"I love you too!" Mitch exclaimed. "I really wanna kiss you!"
Scott pulled Mitch close, kissing him.
Mitch smiled, kissing him back.
'This is everything I've ever wanted.' They both thought.