I Will Help You

House Party

*The next day*

Last night, Mitch thought of a plan to get Scott to like him, and today was the day he put it into action.

As he hears Scott walk around in the living room, he checks the time.

12:29 pm.

Mitch: No more mister nice guy...

He says to himself.

With a slow deep breath, Mitch leaves his room and approaches Scott.

Mitch: Come on. We're leaving.

He demands as Scott shoots him a confused look.

Scott: Who the hell died and made YOU queen?!

Scott snaps back.

Mitch stops at the door and turns to glare at him.

Mitch: I was born a queen.

He says with equal, if not more sass, then proceeds to leave the apartment.

Scott smiles at Mitch's new attitude when he's out of sight and follows him out.

Scott: So where the hell are we going?

He asks as he catches up.

Mitch: You'll see.

Mitch tries to stay serious and not smile of the fact that so far his plan was working.

After about an hour of walking, it's nearly 2 and Scott still has no clue where they're going.

Scott: Mitch, what the fuck is your plan?! Where are we going?!

He yells, getting impatient.

Mitch smirks as they get to a gate. A big fancy gate.

Scott stares at it.

Scott: Where are we? I've never seen this place before...

Mitch: Tonight there will be a huge party here.

Scott: How do you know that?

He asks, remaining confused as they look at each other.

Mitch: Back when I had a home, we were invited here for it. Now that I'm homeless I figured we could have some fun to release the tension building up between us.

Scott nods as he begins to understand.

Scott: So what's the plan?

Mitch: We go to the store, buy some things on a list I made and crash this party!

Scott: That's brilliant! But where are we getting the money, genius? We don't have a job or allowances.

Mitch: Then I guess we'll have to busk!

Scott: What the hell is busk?

Mitch: Singing for people and they give you money.

Scott immediately shake his head.

Scott: No. No, I don't sing. No.

Mitch: Yes you do! I've heard you. Now shut the hell up and come on.

He snaps as he yanks Scott by his wrist to follow him.

As they get downtown, they find a few places to busk.

Mitch: Okay, now, we can either split up and do this individually, or stay as a pair.

Scott shrugs.

Scott: Mitch, I don't si-

Mitch: Scott! Shut up and pick one!

Scott sighs.