THE DEVIL // MITCHEL CAVE

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tate's pov:

christian is in a much better mood this morning compared to last night. i wish he wouldn't have freaked out like that. it wasn't really necessary.

my mind is still wrapped around mitchel's and i brief conversation from last night. my stomach formed knots as i thought about it with a grin i can't hold back.

"what's got you smiling over there?" i exit out of my own world and look over at christian who's on his computer.

"oh, i, uh just thought of a funny memory." i change the subject fast. "are you starving? because i'm starving. how is mitchel still sleeping?"

it's almost ten in the morning and mitchel is still sleeping. kras and i have been waiting for him to get his ass up so we can all eat together.

"go wake him up. i'll start breakfast." kras gets up and goes into the kitchen.

i snap my head towards him. he wants me to wake him up?

i get off the couch and head upstairs. i stand still outside of his door with my heart running a marathon.

my hand shakes as i reach for the door knob. i lightly knock on the door. no response. i slowly open the door peaking my head in. shit he's still sleeping.

i walk slowly to the side of the bed where he's sleeping. i stare at him as he sleeps not being able to look away. my eyes trace his perfectly sculpted muscles. my heart hurts remembering what we had, or what i thought we had.

i place my frozen hand into his warm comforting skin. "mitchel." i whisper as i shake him a little. nothing. "mitchel." i say louder.

he starts to groan and squirm around. he opens his eyes and a small grin appears on his face. "good morning."

"morning. um, sorry for waking you but, uh kras is making breakfast." why can't i speak normal?

"you're good. sorry for holding you guys up. i'll be down in a minute."

"take your time." i walk out of his room and shut the door. i lean my back against the door taking a deep breath. why did i choke up so much?

i walk back downstairs and sit back on the couch.

"is that braid boy up yet."

you are really going to go with braid boy. i'm going to get my drink with "braid boy". i fucking love you. i love you more braid boy.
no tate, push those fake moments out of your head.

i wipe the tear that rolled down my cheek unexpectedly. "yeah he's up." i let out a dry laugh.

after breakfast mitchel left, so kras and i have just been hanging out for an hour.

"tate." kras says while looking at me like he's guilty.

"yeah, what's up?"

"i need to tell you something and i just can't keep it a secret anymore."

i look at him waiting for him to tell me.

he rubs his hands over his face. "tate, your coma was-."

"tate!" a familiar voice yells out my name.

i get up from the couch, pausing our conversation.

i walk to the front door to see my mom and mitchel smiling behind her.

my heart flutters. i run into her arms.

"oh tate." she strokes my hair. "i've missed you so much."

"i've missed you too mom."

i look over her shoulder and lock eyes with mitchel. i mouth "thank you" to him.

"where's dad?"

"i'm sorry honey, he's so caught up with work but he will see you soon."

i caught up with my mom for many hours. kras and mitchel gave us our space but also joined in on some of the conversations. i can't believe mitchel did this for me. how did he even do it? i couldn't thank him enough.

"i love you!" my mom yells out of the cab before it drives away. i wave goodbye then shut the door.

i turn around a jump a little when i see mitchel standing right in front of me. a big grin appears on my face. "how did you even get in contact with her? nobody could."

"i have my ways."

i roll my eyes. "well, thank you so much. i've missed her a lot."

"come here." he says in a whisper.

he brings me into him and my heart starts pounding. my arms fit perfectly around him like a puzzle piece. i breathe in his cologne, giving me comfort.

"you know what i'm in the mood for?" i say.

"what's that?"

"slushies."

he looks down at me and raises an eyebrow. "let's go."

he grabs his keys. "i'll be right back i need to get something."

i nod as he runs upstairs.

kras suddenly appears from the shadows. "we need to talk."

"can we talk later? we are about to get slushies. you should come with."

"i think we should talk now. you should know what's really going on."

"what are you talking about?"

"tate." he pauses. "you really weren't in a coma for four years. you were only in a coma for a month."

what is going on??