Olympus University

Chapter Six

Mitch woke up in the morning, alone in his bed, and he felt the same loneliness he did when the blond left the first time. He then remembered that he was in a college, and that he probably left for classes. Then it registered that he had classes that he needed to get to. He let out a sigh of relief once he looked at the clock and saw that he had four hours before his first class. He yawned and stayed in his place until he woke up enough to get up and begin planning out his outfit for the day.

Deciding he wanted to dress like a female for the day, he did his normal routine of taking a shower and shaving his arms and legs for the look. He found his favorite blue crop top and black, distressed shorts, and a simple pair of sneaker, throwing them on as he figured out which wig and makeup to wear. Since he was normally very gothic with the outfit, he wore his go-to wrist cuffs and earrings, but going a lot lighter with the makeup and wig. He picked out a lavender and aquamarine wig, with sky blue lips and a shimmery, blue/grey smoky eye. He threw on some perfume, and her favorite shades before preparing everything in his bag.

When he knew he was completely, he checked himself one more time in the mirror before he left his room, leaving the floor to go to the Pallas floor for his creative writing class. He passed Athena in the halls, them looking at each other knowingly, before she mentally showed him to his class without any issues. Mitch simply smiled his thank you and headed into the class he needed. He found an empty seat closer to the front, as his eyes were quite bad after leaving his glasses in his room by accident.

"You must be Mitchell," a busty ginger, well dressed in grey, greeted with a huge smile. "I am Professor Williams, and I will be your teacher in this class. Mr. King has told me so much about you, as he said he has been watching over you since you were born. He told me you were a wonderful writer, so I am much honored to have you in my class. I cannot wait to see what you have in store for me."

"Thank you, Ma'am," he smiled warmly. "What is the assignment?"

"The assignment is a romance with a sad ending," she explained. "The only requirements are it has to be told in first person, and it has to be an LBGT love story."

"I have the perfect idea," Mitch smiled, getting out his notebook and starting the assignment.

"Mitchell?" Professor Williams called out softly, Mitch looking up from his notebook. "You don't have to write the story out, Sweetie. That's why there's a laptop here."

"Oh I am sorry," he apologized with a blush. Well I wrote a small prologue already. Do you want it? I don't want to have to type it out.

"Of course," she nodded, taking the two sheets of paper, Mitch opening up the laptop and beginning his first chapter.

Nine year old me woke up bright and early on a Saturday morning, excited for a new adventure. I knew my dad wouldn't be up, because he wouldn't wake up for another thirty minutes, so I began to get myself ready. I had gotten a big supporting role in my local children's theatre's play, and that day was when we were going to start on rehearsals. I had memorized everyone's lines with excitement, so I knew I was ready. I didn't know what to wear, so I threw on my favorite SpongeBob shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and some Converses, since they said initial rehearsals were casual. I brushed my hair, put on my father's necklace, and put on the glasses to finish getting dressed.

I went downstairs to make me some breakfast, because my aunt had taught me how to cook when I was five, and made my father and me some chicken and waffles with cheese omelets and a glass of orange juice. I also ordered a delivery company to bring my dad a coffee from Starbucks. The coffee was delivered and I set the table, as I usually did, before my dad walked in groggily, sitting down in his seat at the table. We sat and ate breakfast in silence, as we usually did since Dad was sick, and he went back to his room, coming out ready for the day.

My Aunt Gwendolyn, Gwenny from me, picked the two of us up and drove us to the theatre, my nerves beginning to rile up the closer we got. We finally made it to the building, and I felt like I was going to be sick, but I pushed past it. I shook off the nerves and walked in after dad and Aunt Gwenny, walking into the theatre that pushed my creative side out. I walked up to the stage where I was supposed to meet with the director, but across the stage, with a man that looked like his father, was a young, bright eyed, blond haired boy bouncy excitedly with pink cheeks and a sweet voice.

I had remembered the boy from the auditions and tried to remember his name, but I couldn't think of what it possibly could be, but I was intrigued. Some strong force drew me to him, but I was a child and didn't understand what that force was. All I knew was I felt the need to talk to him. We all met with the director and started going over lines, eventually parting for snack, and I felt like this was my time to talk to the mystery boy. To my shock, I watched him walk over to the far edge of stage right, and nodded off anyone that wanted to sit next to him. Even though I saw him push people away, I decided to try and sit next to him. He didn't talk to me, but he didn't push me away, so I sat there, eating my sandwich and apple in silence.

"Mitch?" Professor Williams called out, Mitch snapping out of his typing. "You stayed fifteen minutes over the class. I didn't want to stop you but you were typing so peacefully, so I let you type longer. My next class starts in ten minutes, but you can take that laptop with you. I believe I heard your next class isn't for another hour, so I have a room where you can keep typing if you'd like."

"I am just going to go back to my room," Mitch shook his head, "but thanks for the offer. Maybe I can use it tomorrow after class, but I have things to do in my room."

"Just let me know if you need anything, okay?" she offered with a big smile.

"Thank you," Mitch smiled, walking out and going back to his room, opening the laptop back up.