ditchell fluff to the maximum capacity suckers

they TOTALLY banged

The next day, Mitchell was more flustered and awkward then ever. His friends began to question it. Was he tired? Confused? Insane? Eventually they flat out asked him what was going on. He spilled the beans. He was sexed up by Danny. They made love that I choose not to describe for two reasons. 1) Because this isn't fucking lemon you nerds. 2) Because gross dude what the hell. Mitchell avoided Danny for the next three days. Mitchell wouldn't answer his calls, he wouldn't go nears Danny's address, he even tried not to think of Danny. After those three days, Danny finally showed up at Mitchell's door. Mitchell lazily looked through the peep hole. He let Danny in with a stomach filled with dread. "Why haven't you been answering my calls?" Danny asked with a sad expression. Mitchell didn't say anything, for he was frozen with embarrassment. Danny leaned forward and hugged Mitchell. Yes, even fukbois are emotional sometimes. Mitchell looked down at his feet and said, "After we... you know what, I was just so embarrassed. I couldn't see you. I just had to... cool off a bit." Mitchell waited for Danny to look at him like an idiot. "I understand. Ha ha. I was a bit frazzled myself!" They hugged. Mitchell buried his face into Danny's shoulder. Danny pulled away and looked into Mitchell's eyes. "Lets not do that again okay?" Mitchell smiled. "Okay."

JESUS ROLLERBLADING CHRIST I HATE MY LIFE.