"Okay, Mitch, I'm heading out." I walked out of my room. I was in an outfit so unlike me. I was wearing a choker. I never wear chokers. I put in my contacts even though I absolutely despised them. I was pretty much a long-haired replica of Mitch at this point.
As I headed to the door, Mitch stopped me. "Is...Is that my choker?" He curiously asked me.
"Y-Yeah, I thought I'd borrow it. Is that ok?" I questioned.
"Sure. Where are your glasses?" He queried again. "I thought you couldn't see without them."
"I'm wearing my contacts." I answered trying to reach for the door but he moved in front of me.
"I thought you hated wearing your contacts." He stated.
"Just let me live," I whined trying to head of the door.
"Is that my shirt?" He questioned once more.
"Bye." My hand held onto the door knob. I turned it and opened the door.
"Wait," He stopped me again. "Where are you going?"
"Out." I stepped out of the door and began walking. "See you later," I began walking down the hallway to the staircase.
"You didn't answer my question." Mitch shouted.
"Don't wait up." I began heading down the steps. I brought out my phone to check my messages. I had gotten a message from him.
Scott: I'm outside, babe.
I blushed at the pet name he gave me. I headed down the steps past a crowd of people. I reached the bottom of the steps and headed into the campus. I looked around and saw him. I smiled and began walking towards him. His head turned me and he smirked at me. He opened his arms and I hugged him.
"Hey, baby boy." He greeted me making me smile wider. I held him tighter.
"Hi, daddy." I responded. We pulled away and he smiled at me. He held my hand and began walking us somewhere.
"You look amazing," He complimented and I smiled widely.
"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself," I joked and he laughed. I started swinging our hand back and forth.
"So, where are we going?" I asked.
"To get milkshakes and talk." He answered. "I want to get to know you better." He looked down at me with a smile and I smiled back.
We approached a milkshake parlour that I didn't know existed so close to my dorm.
He held the door open for me and I walked in. There was a long line as we went in. We joined the line and waited our turn. "Since we're going to be here a while let's just talk here. So, tell me about yourself."
"Well, there isn't really anything interesting about me. I'm in my last year of college. I'm the youngest in my family and I have a best friend named Mitch." I answered. "I told you, I'm not really that interesting."
"You told me all the basic stuff, let's delve a little deeper. Do you have any talents?"
"I can sing but that's pretty much it. I'm a music major."
"I feel like I should've known that. From the way you sound when we-" I playfully slapped him on the chest to keep him quiet.
