Mikes POV
Well, I did it. I came out to mitch grassi. As soon as I said it I blushed furiously.
"That makes two of us then!" He said, nibbling on a fry.
"What?"
"Haha, I'm gay too!" I almost shouted with joy. I already knew, but it was still nice to hear coming directly from him.
Mitch was a really nice guy. Not to mention adorable! I was a full 6 inches taller, being 6' 4". We continued talking until we were both done eating. At the hotel, he said to me as I was going into my room:
"You know, you can always com to CA if you need a place to live." I live in New Hampshire, but I could always transfer to the office in CAlifornia, so I'd still have my job. It was something to think about...
Mitch's POV
Oh my god. Why did I say that. He's gonna think I'm a creep!
I walked into my own hotel room and scott looked up from his phone.
"Well, well! Did somebody have a hot date?"
"Hot yes, date, sadly no"
Scott smiled at me. "I demand details. Who is he?"
"You know last night, the guy with the loud tv? It was him. He's actually really nice!"
"What does he look like?" Scott demanded.
"Tall, broad shoulders, blond, dark blue eyes."
"Facial hair?"
"None"
"Tan? Buff? C'mon! More details!"
"He's olive toned, and he's pretty strong. He's got a great, deep, yet playful voice."
"Name?"
"Mike Zealard. Anything else?" Scott thought for a while.
"Nope!"
I sighed and sat down, turning on the tv. My mind wasn't on whatever was playing.
