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Mitch and Kirstie were shopping at a large mall, they already bought about ten sweaters and five mugs.

They loved mugs. Especially when it was so brass monkeys outside.

They were in a Forever21 and Kirstie was trying to find a casual but flawless outfit for her date the following evening.

Mitch just walking around the store, looking at random shirts and letting his fingers graze the fabrics as he walked by.

He stopped at the sweatshirt rack and began looking through.

A blond man was helping a women find the right size a few feet away, Mitch didn't acknowledge them until the blond approached him with a smile.

"Hello. Can I help you with anything?" He asked. Mitch glanced at the mans name tag.

'Scott.'

Mitch began to panic slightly. He was exactly good at talking. Not like he was shy or awkward, but because there was something wrong with him. He didn't really know what it was, nobody really did, but he just couldn't act or talk normally sometimes. He was fine with Kirstie, only because they were best friends, but anyone else?
No.

Mitch tried, he tried his best and managed to stammer a few words out.

"Uh...n-no." Mitch said, hoping the man wouldn't find him rude or anything.
Although most people assumed he was a tosser or when he made his weird facial expressions he couldn't help whilst talking.

The blond simply nodded.
"Okay. Just ask if you need anything." He said before walking away and fixing a few unfolded shirts.

Mitch sighed quietly in relief, glad the interaction was over.
Moments later Kirstie came out of the dressing room with a large smile.

She wore a beautiful white dress with a lace flower pattern on the hem of the dress. There were tiny and detailed flower designs covering the dress and it suited her perfectly.

Mitch smiled and nodded obnoxiously.
Kirstie giggled and took a spin, the edges of her dress flowing around.

"I love this one! I'm totally getting it, it's actually really comfortable! Im gonna go change, buy it, and then we can head out, yeah?" Mitch nodded slightly and she gave another smile, one he returned.

Mitch sighed happily as he began browsing the sweatshirts again. His eyes stopped their gaze as he spotted something he needed.

A white sweater with the word 'princess' on it. Mitch's pupils dilated slightly.

One problem: it was too high up from him to reach.

Her bit his lip as he thought.

Should he ask for help and risk embarrassing himself with his lack of speaking knowledge?

Or should he live in sorrow without the sweater he wanted to badly.

Yeah, he needed that sweater.
Now.

Mitch made a quick decision with a random boost of confidence and approached the blond man again--Scott.

He hesitated before tapping his shoulder slightly. Scott turned around with a smile.

"What can I help you with?" He asked. Mitch felt himself frozen again.

This was definitely a mistake.

Mitch took a deep breath and was thankful the man seemed patient and unfazed.

"T-the..sweater." Mitch pointed to the sweater he couldn't live without. Scott smiled with a knowing nod and reached up and grabbed it.

He glanced at the front of his and smiled.
"Here you go, Princess." He said as he handed him the sweater.

Mitch smiled as he noticed the sweater was a size over his usual size. Perfect.

"Um...t-thank you f-for...uh. Sweater." Mitch wanted to slap himself in the face.

He wish he could have a normal head, but he just had to deal with it. He always got picked on and got called 'retarded' constantly by fellow highschoolars.

Although when Kirstie straight up punched a guy in the face after he called Mitch a "faggot ass retard", nobody messed with him again.

The blond chuckled, not in a mean way, but in a friendly and happy way.

"Sure thing." He said before walking away, looking at Mitch a moment longer. Mitch clearly noticed the admiring stare and the slight redness that appeared at Scott's face afterwards.

Mitch giggled breathily as he headed toward the dressing rooms.

Kirstie walked out with the bags that contained their clothes and the beautiful white dress.

Kirstie payed for her dress as Mitch shorted the bags and put Kirstie's clothes in one bags and his in the other, including the mugs.

He then handed Kirstie the bags and went to pay for his sweater.

When he walked up toward the counter and placed his item down, reaching into his black purse to pull out a twenty--

(im sorry I don't know American prices for a decent sweater and your girl ain't about to look it up and translate or from pounds to dollars like no thanks)

--, Scott gave a dismissive hand.

"No, I'll pay for it." Mitch shook his head slightly.
"N-no."

Scott smiled again. Mitch began to grow quite fond of that smile. "No, seriously. I will. I won't accept your money."

Mitch smiled slightly, wanting to thank him but when he opened his mouth to speak, he couldn't speak anymore. It's like he was trying to shove the words out but nothing came out.

He let out a frustrated sigh, obvious that it was at himself.

"Here. Enjoy your sweater, Princess."

Scott handed him the sweater and began putting his own money into the cash register.
Mitch managed to let out a quiet 'cheers' but that was as much as he could do.

Kirstie was bouncy excitedly on the balls of her feet as Mitch walked back over to her.

"Okay Mitch, we're coming back tomorrow and you're gonna get his number. You guys are totally gonna get married."

Mitch just rolled his eyes with flushed cheeks as he linked arms with Kirstie and walked out of the store.

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