(This is for the very specific people who know this couple, but it's still a good one for everybody. What will happen to two alone band directors, in a room fit for the erotic, and some touchy subjects...?)
"Scott, are you sure I'm able to come over?"
"Yeah, Mike, my girlfriend's at her parent's house."
"No suprise visits? Nothing? Just a calm evening?"
"How many questions are there?! YES!"
Scott hangs up the phone and sits back on his couch awaiting Micheal, for what will turn out to be a very long night...
Scott got out of his normal school wear and slipped on some pajamas, pacing left and right while he did so. The last time he asked Mike to spend the night, his girlfriend came home and saw them asleep on the couch together after watching a movie, completely accidental, but so scandalous that his girlfriend wouldn't talk to Scott for a week. This kind of thing made him nervous, but he hated the thought of being lonely in his large house, painted a smoky red, and the carpets a cream color, paneling black as the night sky. He wanted his house painted this way, it was smoky and warm, the way he liked most things in life. Micheal was more conserved and relaxed, but that was because he was a father after all, he always acted so serious, unless he was around Scott.
He thought about it long and hard, while pacing, he picked up the phone to order pizza while pouring a glass of chocolate milk. Pizza and chocolate milk. Scott loved the combo more than anything, he liked everything that was close to no nutritional value whatsoever. He was like a child half the time, timid and short. Short was always the way to describe him, while Mike was tall, he always stood about 5 inches shorter than him. The bell to his door rang, making Scott leap in surprise, "You have a key, why are you ringing the bell?!" He said, walking torward the door. He walked torward the door, when Micheal burst in with a simple "Boo!" in Scott's face, which ended up making him fly backwards and onto the floor. "Oh, I'm sorry, let me help you up..." Mike said, chuckling, and pulling him up slowly, then coming to the reality that their faces were literally inches apart. Too bad Scott was only short enough to go up to his chin.
"...Nice to see you're in a good mood, man." He said, smiling and biting his lip, pretending not to be flustered about that last part. "Pizza is on it's way... So, what about playing the theme to Brokeback Mountain?" He said, flopping onto the couch and crossing a leg. Micheal sat next to him and did the same thing, "Some of my students are complaining about it, it's a nice theme, but just because it came from that kind of movie, they won't play it." He muttered in a low, disgusted tone. Scott huffed and looked away, "Students these days are so picky. They don't even know what love is and their judging it themselves." He said, quietly. Scott usually said something simple, but this was complex and deep, which surprised Mike. "Y-Yeah, really. They don't even know that maybe some kids in the band are... homosexual." He said, trying to make the words fit, it was a touchy subject for most. Scott slid back a bit in his seat, "Alec and Shain are like that in my band, they're, you know." He said, biting his thumb nervously. Mike sighed, "I wonder how it feels..." He muttered lowly.
"What?" Scott said, blushing a bit from what he said, "I was thinking the same thing too."