Chase Atlantic Imagines and Oneshots

Confessions

Clinton:

After 6 months of hanging out with Clinton and talking to him, he invited you to go to a party with him. He told you his brother and a friend of his would also be attending. You were head over heels for Clinton at this point, so you agreed. How could anybody not love such a sweetheart? What you didn't know was that Clinton was going with another girl as a date. Her and Clinton showed up together, and you were immediately jealous. You hid it well, though, if only for the sake of not upsetting Clinton. The two ditched you, as you'd expected. You went to the kitchen of the house, downing an excessive amount of tequila. Your head was spinning, and you had the urge to dance with the rest of the sweaty bodies. Your body found it's way over to a male about your age, grinding onto him as you danced. Clinton came back to you, asking what the hell you were doing. You tried to tell him you were having fun, but your words were so slurred he could hardly understand you. He picked you up, taking you out to the car he'd driven you in. "What. Was that," he demanded, pulling you close to him in the back seat. Your words failed you. "You are mine, understand? I love you. I know it was wrong of me to come here with a girl, but expect you not to see anybody else. I was just trying to figure out if I really did love you. When that girl was talking to me or touching me, I wanted it to be you," Clinton admitted. "I love you too," your drunk ass had murmured. He got in the front seat afterwards, driving you to his apartment near campus. You fell asleep in the car, so he'd carried you in. He laid you on his bed and slept on the couch.

Mitchel:

Mitchel confessed to you at a gala. After the first day where you went with him pretending to be his girlfriend went so well Mitchel asked you to come to another one. You didn't know his original intentions at the time, but you were very interested in eventually pursuing Mitchel. You just wanted to wait a while. You see, Mitchel was already certain he wanted to marry you, but he wanted to be a gentleman about it. He wanted to go through every stage with you. At the dinner, you were wearing a gorgeous sage green dress, which complimented Mitchel's eyes. He wore a black suit with a tie the same color as your dress. He hated the color green, but he couldn't lie, you looked stunning in it. If he got to see you looking this good while letting everyone know you were his, he'd buy every green piece of clothing in the world just to match with you. When Mitchel went to meet people, he always stood behind you, placing his hands under your arms and on your thighs near your heat. When you finally got to a seat where you could be alone, Mitchel pulled out a chair for you, sitting across the table from you. He bit his lip, beginning to doubt himself. You could tell he was contemplating something, but you knew Mitchel. And in knowing Mitchel, you knew he would only tell you when he was ready. You'd have to give him a minute. "I love you so much," he'd murmured. He tried to stay quiet, but you heard him. You broke out into a smile. You explained you were originally going to wait a while, but that if the feelings were shared, you'd love to see where it all could lead. Mitchel had looked up at you in disbelief. He shook his head and let his braids fall in his face, something he did to try and get away from the room for a minute. The lyric "I like to hide in my braids" from Chase Atlantic's song OUT THE ROOF rang true for Mitchel. You reached across the table, taking his hands in yours. "I'm not fucking with you, Mitchel," you'd told him. He'd looked up at you again, letting go of your hands. He stood up, coming to stand by you. Mitchel suggested you got out of there. That was your moment, and he wanted it to stay that way. When you got to the car, he hugged you. He let you have the aux cord on the way back home, which was a rare occurrence. You played some of his favorites along with some of yours. You guys just vibed until you got back to your apartment, where you and Mitchel shared a blunt. He stayed the night with you. He offered to sleep on the couch, but you insisted he stayed with you because you needed the warmth anyways.

(Your dress at the gala)