Loosing part of me

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Hi. I'm Mitch Grassi. I'm a 25 year old boy, Well, Genie. I walk around granting wishes.

I don't just "grant" ANY wishes. I grant wishes for special people. I don't just pop-up and say oh you want a wish? Grant one.

No. Thats not how it works here. You grant wishes for someone who DESERVES them. Not WANT them.

But anyway I'm out, not to look for someone to grant wishes for, but to find my true love.

According to my mother, Nel, she said every genie must find a least a true love. Which isn't true.

The fact is, my parents want me to find a GIRL. Cause they KNOW I'm gay.

But they always said you need to find a girl, Mitch. Not a boy. And of course I'm not listening to them. Because I. Don't. Like. Girls! I like boys.

It'll take them a while to figure that out but I guess I'm out for a guy. I'm not put for a girl.

Let me tell you this story ....

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"How many times do I have to tell him, Mike? He's put for girls. Thats how men are". My mother snapped at my dad. I haven't told my parents about me being gay.

Big mistake.

"Mom, Dad. Sit down please. I need to tell you something. Don't yell at me OK? This is big to me" I said quietly. I sit them down at the table.

"Make this quick, I have to be a Genie meeting at 4:00 and it's 3:50. You have 10 minutes." My dad scolded.

I take a huge breath before exhaling "Guys, you love me right?" I said with my head down.

"Yeah of course." My mother said putting a hand on my shoulder as I sunk down, exhaling.

"I... I uh... I'm gay" I said keeping my head down.

When it think it's the time, I lift my head. My parents had their mouths popped open and the eyes bulged.

"Mitchell, we knew this day would come!" They said, together. They stand up out of their seats and tackled me into a hug.

I smiled and closed my eyes. Knowing my parents loved me for who I am. Who I was. And what I'm going to be.

I smile all the way to my room. As soon as I shut the door, I began dancing and cheering of my success. I play Lemonade and began jamming out. Celebrating my future and what would happen. I check the time after dancing and it read: 8:15. Eh I'm not that tired but I should be getting to bed.

I hop in the shower and began washing my body. As I feel the steam and hot water sooth down my skin with a mixture of soap, let me tell you something you didn't expect.

We all know how genies always don't have feet. Well, genies like me are different. We actually have feet. We walk and we do normal human things. But we have the power to grant wishes.

All I have to do is clap twice and bam you got your-

"MITCHELL GET OUT OF THE SHOWER" My mother said, popping me out of my thoughts. I quickly turn off the water and dried off. I wrap a towel around my body and another in my hair. I rush out the bathroom and threw on some PJs.

I turn on the T.V, putting the channel on SpongeBob. I laugh at Patrick's stupidity. Even though I watched almost, scratch that, every SpongeBob episode, it still always gets me

I continue to watch as I dose off into a slight beautiful sleep. I soon fall asleep and everything is pitch black.

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I wake up to the smell of fresh eggs and bacon. I lick my lips with hunger and jumped out of bed. I walked down the stairs and gave a slight quiet good morning, getting a response back from my parents. I pick up my plate my mother set out for me and began eating.

My mother checks the clock in the living room: 11:37. She and dad quickly ran out the house to get to work. I chuckle as I see them struggle to get to the car. My mother pulling my dad off the couch and him ignoring her, on his phone. He then got up and left the house with mom.

I decide to get out the house. Maybe I can find a actual person. I don't know. I run up the stairs and threw on a black shirt, white pants, and some random black sneakers. I'm trying to look like the crowd as much as I can.

I go in the bathroom and flat ironed my bang and put on some concealer before heading out the door. I go to my car and drove to Starbucks. I park my car and walked inside. I grab myself a drink and I pay for it.

I turn away to walk, bumping into a guy, spilling my drink all over my shirt and white pants. "Ahh!" I scream before tumbling backwards, scoffing. "Omg, I'm so sorry, sir. I should have been paying attention!" The man says, helping me clean up with a bunch of napkins. "I'm so sorry, I should by you a drink huh?" He said before letting out a quiet laugh. I join him. "Thanks. But nothing can wash away coffee stains so good that it goes away on white pants" I said pointing to my pants.

He sizzles and bites his index finger. "Yeah... sorry about that too." We stand in line together as we order. We sit at a booth and began talking and laughing and drinking our drinks. "I never got to ask, What is your name, Mr. Lovely?" He asked looking into my eyes. I blush at the nickname and smiled. "I'm Mitch" I say with a huge grin. "I'm Scott" He said calmly.

Wow. Scott's eyes are as blue as ever. They are the color of the sky. No ones eyes could be as beautiful. When thinking this, I didn't realize I was staring. "Like what you see?" He said finishing with a chuckle. I blush harder then before. "Uh.. Yea I do" I said, blushing even harder.

"I like when I make you blush. Makes me feel like I know your weakness" He said leaning into the table. "May I ask?" He said. I was confused, but nodded. "Can I have your number?"

"Yeah of course, I want to get to know you more" I said, giving him my phone. He quickly dialed his phone number and smiled, giving me my phone.

I think he's the one

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