Obsession

Chapter 11

[Wow, I have a lot more readers now :) I'm so happy. I love you guys. OK enough about my happiness, what about yours? Lets get on with the story shall we? Oh and keep in mind that Mitchel and Clinton's last name is Cave.]

{warning: pg-13 content}

"Goodnight honey!" My mom told me, closing the door behind her. After about ten minutes, I climbed out of bed and went to my bedroom door. I locked it then proceeded to rush over to my window and open it.

"Coast is clear!" I whispered down. Within minutes, Clinton, Jesse, and Mitchel were in my room.

"Why couldn't we do this like normal people and Skype or even better... Wait until tomorrow!" Mitchel said with a grouchy face and his arms crossed over his chest.

"This isn't a normal situation dip shit." Clinton grumbled.

"Look, I know you're both grumpy... But we have a good reason." Jesse said.

"As to why she spent the whole day with you? Please enlighten us on the matter, Jesse." Mitchel hissed.

"Someone's sassy." I giggled.

Mitchel rolled his eyes and sat on my bed.

"Just tell me." He sighed.

Jesse looked to me and I nodded.

He cleared his throat. "Clinton, you might want to sit down for this."

Clinton nodded and sat on my desk chair.

"All right. Here it goes." Jesse took a deep breath.

*Later*

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Clinton whisper shouted, trying not to wake my parents.

"It's the truth." I confirmed.

Mitchel simply sat there wide-eyed. "And this is why you think that we are obsessed with you? That tree?"

Jesse and I nodded.

"Those girls were just as psycho as Blake." Clinton said thoughtfully, scratching his chin, thinking about Jesse's stalkers.

"Exactly. I believe the tree allows us to have this kind of effect on people." Jesse said quietly.

It was silent for a moment until Mitchel asked. "So you both think your siblings are in limbo?"

Jesse and I nodded.

"Fucking tree." Mitchel grumbled. "It's turned us crazy."

"Don't say that!" Clinton said. "We just... We're just a little... Bizarre."

"That's the same thing." Mitchel fell back in my bed, snuggling into my pillow.

"I should start sleeping here." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. "It smells just like you, Robyn."

"No shit Sherlock! It's her bed. And you're not sleeping here. Robyn's not that kind of girl." Clinton growled.

"All girls want a little bit of the Caveman." Mitchel smirked. "Right Robyn?"

"Not when you're acting like an ass."

"Sorry." Mitchel said quietly.

"Can we get back to the matter at hand!" Jesse exclaimed. "How are we going to fix this?"

"Fix what? There's nothing to fix!" Clinton almost shouted. "What if we like being madly in love with her. Trying to alter that can change everything!"