*scotts pov*
"Hey Scott?" Mitch , one of the guys that worked for our company as a songwriter, asked as he walked over to my desk.
"What's up Mitchie?"
Mitch was around 5ft 3 and had the daintiest, but admittedly cutest, body. His hair was black like the night sky and his eyes were a pool of rich Belgium chocolate. We had been pretty good friends within the company for a while and he was cute to say the least but he wasn't the most popular. I guess the gay guy with the high pitched voice never was.
"Can I um.. Can I ask you a favour?" He asked nervously, the fear showing through both his voice and his body language.
"Sure" I replied as nonchalantly as possible "what'd ya need?".
"Well" Mitch started , sighing and trying to relax himself"Ikindofneedyoutobemyfakeboyfriendfortheweekend".
"Woah there" I giggled, inviting him to sit with me "slower".
"I'm going to a party this weekend and-" I cut him off quickly.
"You're going to a party?" I questioned.
"Haha hoying yes I'm going to a party , may I continue?".
"Sure" I said curiously "by all means".
"Well like I said , I'm going to a party tomorrow and I told all of my friends there that I have a boyfriend and I don't and now I need a fake boyfriend to take" he looked tense and scared as he looked on at me.
"Are you asking me to be your fake boyfriend for this party?" I asked , laughing a little.
"Please?" He looked hopeful "you're the closest person I have outside of that group of friends".
"Your boss is the closest person you have". I mean I was his friend too but still..
"Yes I know sad right" he laughed "but I'm asking you on a friend basis not a work basis".
"I'll pick you up at 8" I smiled at him and shook my head "look cute or I'll kill you for forcing me to come in the first place". He reached over and gave me a hug with a huge grin on his face.
"Thanks Scott , plus when don't I look cute".
"Don't push it grassi" I told him still laughing slightly. So I was to be my employees fake boyfriend huh? And I mean sure we weren't always on professional terms, we'd had our wine nights which ended in drunk kissing that we both agreed never to talk about again, I just had to not let it slip that Mitch was actually alright.
8pm the next night
I had texted Mitch the night before asking him what to wear and he told me smart casual, but that's something I've never really understood that, so I dressed in a pair of jeans , a shirt and a cute red bomber jacket. I checked myself over quickly before knocking on Mitchs door. Who wants you to dress both smart and casual at the same time anyway.
"2 minutes Scott!" He yelled through the other side.
"Okay" I yelled back.
"Come in if you want".
I opened his door cautiously and looked around but he wasn't in his front room, he must've still been getting ready. I sat myself down on his couch and took in his place, I'd been here once before but you don't really take in much when you're drunk anyway.
I never noticed the little pieces of art he had hanging up or the hairless cat walking round his apartment..
"Hey sorry I'm late"Mitch said coming into the room from the hallway "how do I look?".
