You were sitting in the lair, reading a magazine. Your eyes widened every time a hot guy came onto the page. Your a girl so....you can't help yourself. Then, you turn to the back of the magazine and let out a, "Woah." A picture of (your favorite male celebrity) is on the page. Mikey looks at you. "What's up?," he asks. "Nothing much," you say, still staring at the page. He frowns. "(Y/n)? Do you think those guys in that magazine are...handsome?," he asks. You look at him. Then you smile. "Yeah I do," you say. He looks at you sadly. "You think they're....hot?," he asks. "Sure they're pretty hot," you reply. He looks down. "Oh," he says. You giggle a little. Then, walk over to him and lift up his chin with your finger. "But none of their hotness can even come close to yours," you say. He smiles. "Really?," he asks. You nod. "Of course, Mikey!," you say, giving him a hug. He squeezes you tight. "Don't let any of those celebrity guys steal you away from me," he says. "They never could, Mikey," you say.