𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒 // 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞

1.11

maybe it was another deep dream of sierras, but she was actually kissing mitchel cave. Mitchel. Charles. Cave. as in, the brother too clinton cave the sax god and the son of biddi cave. and, it was a romantic kiss. not a high, meaningless, sexual kiss. they had 0 intention of having sex, they just wanted to embrace eachothers lips and hold eachother like it was the last time they'd ever be able to.

after the passionate kiss, the couple took a second and stayed in the position they were in once before, eyes closed and their faces centimeters apart. sierra could feel mittys breath hitting her oh so softly, her hand cupping his jaw and her thumb nearly touching his bottom lip. her broken wrist was layed inbetween their bodies, pushing a bit on mitch's chest and grabbing onto his hoodie. mitchels hand gripped her waist and the other behind her neck, to bring them closer and play with her messy hair just a bit.

sierra found it hard to not react in a wierd way, she found that she can be quite awkward at times like this. she slowly opened her eyes and he did the same, followed by an awkward giggle from sierra.

"what?" he asked in genuine confusion with a little giggle, watching sierras eyes get glossy from her laugh.

"nothing, i just suck at not being awkward during, intimate moments like this," she giggled again, unable to control herself. mitchel laughed with her, wanting to make sure she could feel the least amount awkward as possible. but instead of it supposed to be a comforting act, it turned into more of a laughing fit. now both of them were laughing their asses off, the laughing making the pain of sierras bruises disapear.

nothing hurt until sierra accidentaly put her cast right on a very deep bruise on her thigh. she quietly hissed in pain and lifted her arm up and put it back to where it was once before. mitchel stopped laughing when he realized that she was in pain, and took it as an oppurtunity to ask what happened.

"how did you get a broken arm and a ton of bruises overnight?" he asked and she rubbed her forehead. sierra really didnt want to tell mitchel that she took 3 xanax and drank an entire bottle of vodka and fell down the stairs. that would just make that one line in christians verse of you too relate to her situation more. it was bad enough that she loved the song too much already and know she actually did one of the things mentioned in the song.

"i fell down the stairs, but im fine. or; i will be." she briefly explained to mitchel, not wanting the topic to stick to long. but mitchel being mitchel, of course he was very stunned and worried by the news.

"you what? and you didnt tell me? were you drunk or something? when was this?" he started out, sitting up a bit and examining the condition of her injuries. she does have metal circular stairs with no sorts of cushion to break her fall so the bruises were much deeper than they would be if she had regular, carpeted stairs. the worst part of her injuries except the broken wrist, was the withdrawals from the xanax. she was deeply regretting taking them, to be honest all they did was make her black out and hurt herself. sure, they did drown out the pain of before but it didnt make it go away forever, only a few hours before they put her in a comatose state.

she didnt really know what to respond to mitchel with, she didnt want to tell him that she was high and drunk and she didnt want to lie, but she did have priorities.

"no i was not drunk, i just couldnt see very well because my eyelashes tracked runny mascara into both of my eyes and i tripped." which was partially true, the mascara thing did happen, just not the sober part.

mitchel looked at sierra with pity and worry, still trying to process that sierra fell down the stairs.

their convo was fucked by someone bursting into the door, and yelling for sierra.