***

Mitch stood in front of his bathroom mirror, frustrated but determined. He was trying to say hello my name is Mitch for the last hour but he just couldn't do it.

"H-hello...name..." Frustrated tears were already in his eyes as he slammed his hand on the bathroom counter.

Because of his a speech problem, he had to take up sigh language to communicate instead. He hated it.

He knew he could talk, but his brain wasn't in sync with his mouth.

Mitch gave up on today's lesson and retreated back to his bedroom. He changed into his pajamas which was basically an oversized black shirt and no pants.

He decided to vent his frustration out on washing the dishes so he left his bedroom, walked down the hall and went to the kitchen.

He sighed to see no dishes in the sink or dishwasher, Kirstie must've done them already along with the other house chores they agreed to do everyday.

"I'm home!" Kirstie yelled as she swung the door open, carrying a few plastic bags. She shut the door behind her with her foot and hurried to the kitchen to put the bags down which seemed pretty heavy.

"Hi." Mitch greeted as he began to unload the groceries she bought.

"Hi to you too. You wouldn't believe the day I had! Okay, so first I woke up after having a dream about eating donuts with David Schwimmer--"

Mitch listened instantly to Kirstie's wacky dream and then day.

They were kind of the perfect match since Kirstie's talked way too much and Mitch stayed silent way to much.

"--and then she got tired of poking me. Anyway, how's your day been?" She asked. Mitch giggled at her long story, the groceries almost all put away.

Mitch then went on about his day, Kirstie watched, never taking her eyes off Mitch because of she did she wouldn't know what he was saying.

His hands were now his mouth.

Kirstie frowned when he signed about trying to talk in the mirror for an hour.

But, being his ultimate best friend, she knew how to cheer him up.

"Hey...do you wanna go to the mall tomorrow? I think both of us need a new pair of high heels." Mitch gave a small smile and nodded eagerly.

"Good. Because my kitten heels won't do it anymore." She said. Mitch giggled with a roll of his eyes, now excited for the day to come.

***

"What do you think of these?" Kirstie asked as she wore dark blue cone heels. Mitch gave her a face that cause her to instantly take them off.

"Okay, now. Your turn. Let's get you some heelio's!" She said. Mitch smiled and began looking through sizes and types of heels they had.

As Kirstie struggled to find a right heel size for Mitch since boy and girl sizes were different, a lady in black dress pants and a sky blue polo came over with a smile.

"Hello. Do you two need any help?" She asked sweetly as she glanced between the too. Kirstie read her name tag as Tracie.

"Yes, Tracie, thank you. We're just trying to figure out his heel size." Kirstie told Tracie.

Tracie tilted her head slightly with a furrow of her black eyebrows.
"Him?" She asked. Kirstie glanced at Mitch before nodded.

"I'm sorry, but high heels are for girls."

Mitch simply sighed. This happened at least once a week. Kirstie, however, stood up straighter and put a hand on her hip.

"How do you know that? It doesn't say 'for girls' on the box. Just get us a size and we'll be paying your rent." Kirstie snapped back defensively.

Mitch wished he could step in, but he knew he'd only make a fool of himself attempting to talk let alone argue.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry. But we don't sell to homosexuals." The lady then said.

Kirstie furrowed her eyebrows.
"I never even said he was gay! He could just be a guy wearing highheels! Way to assume on stereotypes, Tracie!" Kirstie retorted.

"He's wearing a sweater that says 'princess' on it!"
Tracie argued back.
"So!?" Kirstie yelled, her face turning read with anger as she clenched her fists, totally prepared to pop a bitch.

Mitch grabbed her wrist and slightly tugged her, in hopes of her understanding that they should just go.

"Is he?" She asked. Kirstie, not being able to lie, bit her lip nervously.

Tracie scoffed and shook her head slightly.
"I'm gonna have to ask you to leave the store."

Kirstie then felt bad for Mitch and stood her ground.
"No! He's gonna get some high heels if it's the last thing I do!" She declared. Mitch was already upset by not talking, but not being able to say a single thing when your getting bashed for liking boys is even worse.

Tears were already pouring down his flushed cheeks, every second he kept wiping his face with his sweater sleeve in an attempt to make them go away, but alas, they just kept coming.

"I'm going to call security if you and this little fag don't--" Tracie's threat was cut off by someone storming over.

"Tracie, why in hell are you talking to costumers like this?"

It was Scott.

Kirstie sighed in relief whilst Mitch just took that as more reason to stop crying.

Tracie trembled slightly as she was being towered over her boss.

"W-well you see, he's- he's gay!" She claimed weakly, her argument slowly melting away. Scott raised his 'eyebrows' and crossed his arms.

"And? So am I?" Tracie gasped quietly. "I-I'm so sorry!" She apologized, quickly trying to recover.

But she cannot recoverrrrrr.

"Tracie, how about you just go home for the day?" Scott ordered sternly, giving her a subtle glare.

"B-but sir--"

"Go home."
(Lol ham)

Tracie nodded in defeat, quickly sagging her shoulders as she walked away almost in tears. Scott rolled his eyes and sighed, looking back.

His face lit up as he realized who it actually was.

"Hey, Princess." Scott greeted with a smile. Mitch smiled back despite the obvious fact that he was crying.

Kirstie reached her hands forward. "I'm Kirstie and I need to find his high heel size." She stated confidently.

Scott chuckled and gave her a nod.
He walked a few feet away and grabbed the for measurer. He motioned for Mitch to sit on the light wooden stool, which he did, and put his foot on the device.

Mitch giggled to himself as Scott moved the small metal piece up since it tickled.

"Okay! You're probably gonna be between an eight and nine and a half. You got some small feet."
Scott said, causing Kirstie to smirk.
Mitch launched forward and covered her mouth with his eyes wide.

Scott held in a laugh as he searched through the boxes to find the right section.

"This little area right here should be the size your looking for." Scott said, gesturing toward the left side of the large shelf.

Kirstie nodded with a smile whilst Mitch's face was still flushed from crying and now red from Kirstie' comment.

"Thank you, Scott." Scott nodded at Kirstie, gave another smile at Mitch, and then walked back to the counter.

"I thought he work at Forever 21?" Kirstie asked quietly as she picked out a box with excited eyes.

Mitch shrugged with slight confusion. He grabbed the box from Kirstie with a smile and tried the shoes on.

***

Mitch decided with a black pair of peep toe heels and Kirstie got a pair of Oxford heels which she completely freaked out when she saw them.

Upon placing the two boxes down on the counter and taking Kirstie's credit card out, Scott shook his head.

"No, I'll get it. As an apology for my very rude employee." He said. Kirstie smiled and out her card back.

"Hey, I though you worked at Forever 21?" Kirstie asked as he scanned the items.

"Used to. But I got offered a job here by my good friend and it pays hella more so I quit." Scott replied. Mitch smiled slightly as he played with the hem of his sweater.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" Kirstie asked. Mitch looked at her in horror, slapping her arm. Kirstie yelped and rubbed the now red mark on her arm.

"What!? I'm just asking! I'm simply a curious costumer!" She stated. Mitch covered his face with his hands.

Scott laughed at the two a out their boxes into one large bag.
"To answer your question, no. It's just me and...my big feet."
Kirstie bust out in laughter as Mitch just stood there, his face heating up.

Mitch slammed his hand over her mouth for the second time and grabbed the bag with the other.

"Have a nice day." Scott said. Kirstie, catching her breath waved goodbye.

"Bye Princess." Scott called out. Mitch turned and gave a small smile that he couldn't avoid.

Scott winked before turning to help with a costumer.
Mitch's eyes widened slightly as he bit his lower lip.

***

"Boy am I hungry!" Kirstie said loudly as they walked inside their house. She insta my darted toward the kitchen in search of munchies whilst Mitch went to the couch and took his box out of the bag.

He opened his shoe box in hopes of taking his shoes out and wearing them in around the house, but the first thing that caught his eye was a small split of paper that sat on the left high heels.

He picked it up and unfolded the paper, reading the words that were written in pen.

Text me, Princess.
847-028-9989

*****

Pls don't be dumb and call that number I don't want to disturb the random person who has it lol.