Manthony ✨

I Love You Too Much

~I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH~

⚠️TW: ⚠️Smut - If you do not like smut, don't read! Thank you and enjoy! :)

ATTENTION: This is FANFICTION and none of this is CONFIRMED. No hate to ANY of the Chase Atlantic members or their girlfriends, please! Enjoy <3

*Contains lyrics from Swim by Chase Atlantic

~Mitchel~

We're going back home soon. I don't want to go. I don't want to have to act like I haven't fucked Christian. It's probably going to be obvious though. I keep my eyes on the road as I think of new song lyrics and head on to the store to grab some food for our last night here. I park the car and head in, looking to grab enough food for tonight. I haven't been hungry since my hangover and haven't eaten much since. I hope Christian won't notice or he'll freak. I grab what we need and checkout, leaving. Once back at the hotel, I park and take the elevator up. I feel nausea swell inside of me as the elevator moves up. Just when I think I might puke the nothingness inside of me, the elevator opens, and I unlock Christian's door. I remember what he said the other night "I know when you're touching yourself". How thin are these walls?

"Christian?" I call out and close the door, talking my shoes off and walking into the kitchen, setting the groceries on the island,

"Yeah?" I hear him call and he emerges from his bedroom, "Is that food?" He asks and I nod, sitting down, resting my head on my arms,

"You can eat," I say, and he starts washing his hands, walking up to the food and opening a bag of chips, eating,

"Have you eaten since you threw up?" He asks, still eating chips. I shake my head and he sits down, frowning,

"Mitchel, you know you need food," he says, and I nod,

"I'm not hungry," I say, and he frowns,

"At least drink water," he says and gets up to fill me a glass. I take it and take tiny sips,

"Where's the ice?" I pout and he rolls his eyes, taking my cup and filling it with some ice,

"There," he says, "Drink all of it," he continues to eat the chips I bought. I take continuous sips and close my eyes,

"I don't want to go home," I say after a while,

"Me neither," he says, closing the chips, "It's going to be impossible to keep my hands off of you," he says, and I smile at the way I was thinking how I won't be able to keep my hands off of him,

"I was going to say so myself," I say and finish the water. He grins and I head off to the studio to write something...

I've been staring at the same words for hours trying to figure out what should come next.

I bet you feel it now baby.

This feels like the start of something big in our bands journey but I'm stuck as of right now. I stand up and decide looking at something else might help. I decide I'll try and figure out the tune and how I should sing it. I turn on the piano and start there. Clinton will help with the music when we get back. I start playing a tune and add the words I wrote,

"I bet you feel it now, baby," I start and then I find a word that I like to go next,

"I bet you feel it now, baby, especially since," I get it out and find the next line as I go,