Speed dating. Five minutes per date. You have until the sound of the bell, so hurry up! Cowritten with Ehcimocs!

I'm in the wrong bed. I guess that means I'm on tour. I could have sworn tour ended a week ago, but I'm too tired to figure that out right now. I clutch my vaguely familiar hotel pillow closer and squeeze my eyes against the morning light. My arms feel small. My whole body seems wrong, like the gap from a missing tooth. My alarm sounds and I jab at my iPhone. Eight in the morning, the little screen tells me. What happened to my phone? Why am I using my old one? How did I even get here?

Picture a world where you couldn't speak. When you were mad, you couldn't rant. When you were sad, you couldn't talk about it. When you were happy, you couldn't let people know. This was Mitch's reality.

It's been a while since Mitch Grassi has been dateless on Valentine's day. He gets pretty desperate and in his drunken state tries to hook up with his ex-boyfriend. But when he wakes up the following morning, he finds himself in bed with his best friend, Scott Hoying. Take a peek into Mitch's diary to find out what happened that night and how, in the weeks that followed, their relationship changes forever. --- Each of the chapters' titles are named after PTX Volume III songs and the stories are inspired by the lyrics. --- Some chapters contain mature content. --- This is my second series featuring Scomiche. You also might want to check out "Hi, I'm Mitch", although the stories in that book are not related to the ones in here. Stay #fcute, y'all! Enjoy!

“A soulmate is not someone who comes into your life peacefully. It is who comes to make you question things, who changes your reality…  someone who marks a before and after in your life. It is not the human being everyone has idealized, but an ordinary person who manages to revolutionize your world in a second... “ ~ Anonymous.

Mitch has to find a new roommate when his boyfriend leaves him with the rent. But when he gets a recommendation for a roommate, he can't help but hate the new man he's living with. His new roommate is a man name Scott Hoying. Mitch finds him insufferable. Yet sleeping with him made everything better. Nothing lasts. But maybe Scott and Mitch can. SMUT WILL BE MENTIONED IN LATER CHAPTERS.

As Scott draws closer, he takes in the ostentatious fur coat, brilliantly white and fluffy, gathered around the person's shoulders. "This is the LAPD, turn around slowly," Scott says.

When Mitch gets his heart broken, will Scott take his chance to sweep Mitch off his feet like he's been wanting to do since they were only 16 years old?

{fu·nam·bu·list: a tightrope walker/rope-dancer} Scott Hoying had been sitting in row 4, seat number 23, when he had been sure that his heart stopped beating. With his fingernails burrowed into his dark jeans and his lip between his teeth, he could do nothing but stare upwards - 50 feet above him- as the figure pranced along the high wire. The performer's body swayed to the melody around him, a stunning smile lighting up his entire face as he moved; his arms were thrown out to the sides, toes pointed, as he jumped along the tightrope. The massive tent expelled a blinding white light in the performer's direction, casting an ethereal glow upon his black-clad figure. On cue, the performer then quickly leaped forward, smile still intact, executing three of the most perfect front flips Scott had ever seen in his life. He thought the boy looked miraculous up there, and that was definitely an understatement. Though he was around same age as Scott himself, his way of performing showed experience and talent far beyond his years; the performer quite literally personified the music. It's sure that Scott was definitely the last person to be able to judge circus performers, as it wasn't exactly his area of expertise, but he knew passion when he saw it. Scott was certain that if he even attempted something of that calibre, he would probably start crying, if he didn't break his nose first.

In a world of black and white, Scott meets Mitch. In a world of black and white, you only see color when you meet your soulmate. In this world of black and white, what happens when you don't know if your "soulmate" is seeing the same color you are?