Dear Love Of Mine

Oops

-Mitch-

After college, I decided to send that Scott guy a text.

To Scott: Hi Scott! Mitch here mate! I was wondering if you're alright?

From Scott: Mitch! Hey! I am doing fine, thank you. How was college?

To Scott: College was, well, college is college. But enough about school! Let's talk about you mate!

From Scott: Call me?

A few seconds later and the phone was dialing.

"Hey Mitch."

"Hi Scott. How is your confusion?"

"How is my confusion? Well, it's confusing."

"I'm sorry mate. Well, wanna talk? I have plenty of time if you do."

"Yes. I have lots of time. I don't go to college. Too busy after high school."

"Oh. You graduated?"

"Yes. Haven't you? You're in college."

"College is my high school Scottland. Can I call you that?" He chuckled.

"You can call me whatever you'd like."

"Great. So Scottland. The sexuality. How's it going?"

"Still not for sure. Nothing has changed really."

"I'm sorry. Maybe I can help?"

"Maybe. Something happened today."

"Oh no. What was it?"

"I'm not sure exactly. I have weird feelings for a, boy."

"Oh yeah? Those feelings are?"

"Well, I don't know. I guess, I thought he was, cute."

"Oh Scotty. You thought he was cute. Progress Scott. How do you feel about it?"

"Bad. Like I'm committing a crime."

"W-What kind of crime?"

"I feel like I just told my parents I killed someone and have no feelings about it as if I don't care that I just took someone's life."

"Wow."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"It's okay Scottland. That's just how you feel. It's alright."

"I feel like I offend you, a lot. I'm sorry if I do."

"No you're alright mate. No worries."

"Mitch?"

"Yes Scott?"

"Can I ask you personal questions?"

"Go ahead."

"Have you ever dated a boy?"

"Yes. Only boys."

"Have you ever, uh, been with a b-boy?"

"You mean have I ever had sex with a boy?"

"Y-Yes." I chuckled at him.

"No I haven't. I've only had one boyfriend and I'm too young for sex."

"Oh. I'm sorry I asked."

"It's okay. I don't mind. Scott, how old are you?"

"19. How old are you?"

"I'm almost 18."

"Are you in your last year of, uh, college?"

"Yes. I am. You've finished college? I mean, high school." I said with a small smirk.

"Yes. Last year."

"That's cool. What do you do now?"

"I'm a teacher at a community theatre. I live in LA so there's a lot of talented kids, I suppose."

"LA? Like Los Angeles, California?"

"Yep. That's where I live."

"That's so cool. Have you ever seen the Hollywood sign?"

"I have. You live in England?"

"Yes, I live in London. Can you tell?" I smiled to myself.

"Your accent gives it away that you're foreign. And that you're in high school but for you its college. And you say mate a lot. Do you like tea?"

"Stereotype! No, but I do. A lot."

"Tea is nice. I prefer coffee. Or red bull."

"Gotta love caffeine."
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After I got off the phone with Scott, I turned on my telly and laid on my bed. It was freezing in London. So ridiculous.

"Hello Scott?" I answered my phone when I felt it's vibration.

"I'm in trouble Mitch." He said and it sounded like he was out of breath.

"What happened?"

"I had sex with a man."