Talks...

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 "So what did you want to talk about?" Mitch asked. We were at Starbucks, and we both got coffee.
        "First, you are acting weird in our videos. Like, you're not your normal self. What's up with that?" I asked.
        "I don't really know dude. Something's changed about me. I don't know what though..." he said.
        "OK. Second, you've been winking a lot in the videos we've sent Danielle. What's with that? And don't tell me you don't know, 'cuz obviously you so know what's up with it. Tell me." I ranted.
        "Well, to be completely honest, I don't really think ........" he mumbled.
        "You what? You mumbled, I couldn't hear you." I stated.
        "I don't think I'm ...." he mumbled the last part again.
        "Just tell me bud. I'm here for you."
        "Let's get somewhere else, less public." He said, getting up.
        "OK. Where do you want to go?" I asked.
        "Anywhere less public than here." he answered. We ended up just walking around, in the middle of nowhere.
        "Now can you tell me?" I asked, getting annoyed.
        "Yes. Scott, I think I may not be gay." he said.
        "What?" I asked, surprised.
        "I think I'm not gay. Every time I see a cute girl on the street, I just want to hug her, and make her mine." he explained.
        "Mitch?"
        "Yeah?"
        "You're definitely not gay." I said.
        "How do you know?"
        "You said you wanted to hug the 'cute' girls, and make them yours. What do you think that would mean?" I said, serious. "Don't go after Kirstie, though, you'd be breaking the band law."
        "I know. Should I tell the others when we get home?" he asked.
        "Yeah. We should get going then. It's getting late." I said, looking at my watch. It was 9:00 pm.
        "Let's go. I'll tell them tomorrow." Mitch said. And with that, we walked home in silence. Everyone was already asleep, so we went into our bedroom in complete silence.
        "G'night, Scott." Mitch whispered.
        "Good night, Mitch." I replied. And with that, we fell asleep. Me on the floor, him in his bed.

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