ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ (ɴᴏᴛ) ᴇᴀꜱʏ ~ 𝑴𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒗𝒆

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 X

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢
𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷𝟾𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷
𝟼:𝟸𝟸𝚙𝚖

TW:Mature Language, Drug Use, Mature Scenes, & Alcohol Use.

Mitchels POV

She let go.
Did I do something? Say anything wrong?
Why'd she let go?

I fall behind from the group, Deya' now leading the group beside Leila and Asterin. Arms all linked and Clinton walks behind Leila as they all talk.

"You good?"
I hear Christian ask faintly as he places his hand on my shoulder pushing me to walk at his pace.

"She let go"

I say more to myself before I look over to Christian who has his eyebrows raised at me. "Mate, she probably didn't even think about it. She seems like she's just in a rush to get to the restaurant." He says with a small chuckle before shaking my shoulder and wrapping his arm behind my neck.

"Yeah you're right, I'm overthinking."
I nod at him, forcing out a laugh. Only for it to come out a little too dry causing him to give me a look and just as he opens his mouth to speak on it we're interrupted.

"Come on guys, we get it. You're in love with each other but we have a reservation for 6:30 and we're already running late. Make out after we're seated."

Kasdeya's voice shouts over to us, already in front of the restaurant doors tapping her foot against the concrete sidewalk with her hands on her hips; holding the door open.

We jog up to her and meet the rest of the group inside, myself following behind Deya' giving me the chance to wrap my arm back around her waist.

Interlocking our hands once again.

Not long after mine and Christian's appearance we're guided up to the roof and are sat at a long table beside the edge. Small lights strung all around us with occasional fireplaces giving the roof a soft golden glow and warmth, the city lights surrounding us at every angle. The place was stunning.

We all receive and finish our food almost an hour later and yet somehow we were now all drinking after we collectively agreed just this morning that we weren't up for drinking tonight but it didn't last long since we all quickly got a little too sloppy for the restaurant and politely asked to leave.

By us "all" I mean Christian and myself who began loudly imitating bird calls and bickering over who does a Kookaburra call best.

The group all thought it was funny but apparently, everyone on the rooftop around us did not.

We all walk together through the city popping in and out of random shops waiting to sober up, and I never once let my arm leave Deya's waist.

Quickly growing sore and lazy from the walking we found ourselves in a park, laying on the ground in silence.

"I'm tired, cold, and completely sober. Can we go back to the house now?" Leila groans as she sits up from the grass beside Clinton who soon follows her position with a nod. "I agree with Leila on the cold and sober part and I need to smoke so I say we go" Deya states but not leaving her sprawled-out position as she looks up at the stars.