It was an average day in Mr Kalbaugh's theater 2 class. The class was waiting around to perform their play 'Vampure'. The horrendous play brought relief among the class when they realized that this was the last day that they had to perform it.

Mitch got up from his seat and started walking to the sound booth so he could prepare for the disaster awaiting the two people in the audience. As he made his way out of the black box, Christian couldn't help but notice how voluptuous Mitch's buttocks looked in his black dress pants. Christian could feel his mouth salivating and his face felt hot. He knew what was going to happen next.

"Mr K, I need to use the bathroom!" Christian exclaimed and ran out the blackbox.

On his way to the bathroom, Christian couldn't help but stop near the side door of the theater. He could smell intense testosterone coming from deep inside the theater. As if in a trance, Christian opened the theater door and walked in. He found himself sneaking up to the sound booth and opening the door to the booth.

"What are you doing up here? Get out." Mitch said when he saw Christian walk in.

"Oh, um I…" Christian tried to find an excuse for being up there. "I was wondering if you could, y'know, show me how to use the sound board?"

Mitch rolled his eyes. "Fine, but I think you're too incompetent to even understand this." Mitch gestured to the sound board and Christian hesitantly walked towards it. He reached for the board and Mitch quickly smacked Christian's hand away. This aggression sent a tingle down Christian's spine."You idiot! That's the power button!" Mitch sighed. "Here, let me show you."

Mitch went from behind Christian, groin grazing buttocks and guided Christian's hand to the right switches.

"There," Mitch began. "That makes the sound from the first microphone louder."

Christian couldn't help but feel Mitch's hot breath down his neck. It smelled of organic granola bars and apple chips.

"C-can you show me more?" Christian said, breathing heavily.

Mitch grinned mischievously. "I'd love to show you plenty more. So much more."

Suddenly Mr Kalbaugh barged into the sound booth. "Hey, places guys."

Christian looked deeply at Mitch in his one-fourth native american eyes before embarrassingly leaving the sound booth to perform.

…

Christian's epic part was about to come up. He heard his cue and launched himself out of the wings, using Mitch's energy to propel him into the spotlight.

"Command us oh rulers of the night!" Christian said. As he landed on the ground, he made eye contact with his beloved Mitch. The energy between the two was so intense that the two people in the audience could feel the heat radiating from Christian and Mitch's love loins.

Once the show was over Christian, without thinking, ran over to Mitch and embraced him.

"Christian, what are you doing?" Mitch exclaimed.

"Mitch, I know you may hate me but you need to hear me out!" Christian took a deep breath. "I know you despise me and that you find me annoying and your life might be so much easier if I wasn't in it but I don't care! I need you in me, I mean in my life! You're not just any Cherry, you're my Cherry! And, if you would give me the honor, I would love it if you popped my Cherry?"

Mitch stared at Christian in amazement and then smiled.

"Oh, Christian," Mitch began. "You're right. I do hate you. Leave me alone."

Mitch then pushed Christian away and put an arm around Gavin. Christian watched as his soulmate walked away with his best friend.

From that day forward, Christian questioned whether or not he was deserving of any love, and if true love existed why it refused to acknowledge him.

The End