Whitney stared at the new student slash civilian of the college.

No one spoke a word for a few minutes.

Well, at least, until Whitney spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Wait, Schmidt, you say?"

Mike looked around and nodded. "Yes, I told you, the name's Mike Schmidt. I'm the only child of the-" Whitney cut him off.

"The deceased family of Schmidt, right. I heard about the news. I'd no idea their only child would be residing at the college. Must be hard."

Mike shrugged, looking around at the almost empty lot in front of the complex.

"Sure, why not? I'm the last of the Schmidt. I need to continue my legacy."

Trent furrowed a brow.

"What legacy? Did your family do some business a while back?"

Mike shook his head. "No."

"More like continuing our generations for the future. Every family does that, right? If not, then who will continue them?"

Mike looked around, again, this time taking in the scenery at the lot.

"Does this place always crowded at night? Because there seems to be a lot of people for a complex like this."

Trent shrugged. "It's always had been this way. People like coming here because of a famous restaurant, La Cafe Space."

Mike chuckled.

"What kind of people would name it that? It doesn't even sounds good. What's in the menu? Let me guess. Space cow steak. From where? Space, of course!"

Everyone laughed at Mike's joke.

Mike's laugh was muffled when two soft chest cushions pressed against his face.

The chest belonged to Kelly, who was still laughing and ended up hugging the new guy out of control.

"Hahaha, you're so funny, Mikey. I can call you Mikey, right?"

Mike struggled to free himself from the abominable bust-woman, and he succeeded!

"Sure, sure, call me whatever you like. I don't mind at all."

Trent looked at Mike's face, and he noticed something was not being in place about him.

He didn't blush. Even when the two "cushions" got to his face, he wasn't even flattering about it.

Trent thought about it and could only come to one conclusion that came to his mind.

"Is he gay?" Trent thought of the only possibility.

Then again, he remembered earlier, when he and Mike was walking through the corridor of the college.

He didn't stutter or felt flattered.

"Then, is he bi? That's the only thing that came to my mind."

"Yes, I am."

Trent looked towards the voice, and was surprised to Mike's face a few inches in front of him.

"I figured you were trying to figure out my preference and the truth is, I'm okay with everyone. And because of that I'll just presume that you're gay. Am I right?"

"Uhhh..." Trent couldn't form any words to say to him.

Yes, he's gay. And yes, he likes almost every male in the college. I said almost. And yes, he's trying to get a date with Mike.

...Probably not that last part, but hey, Trent's gay, so why should I care?

...Because I created him. Right. But I still don't care.

End of Mike's Log 3