Manthony ✨

Warning Bells

~WARNING BELLS~

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 The Walls by Chase Atlantic

~Christian~

All I wanted to do when I first saw him was fuck him. And that all feels wrong as I hear footsteps just outside Mitchel's door,

"Shit," I whisper and give Mitchel a panicked look as he signals for me to put something over my body. I struggle for my shirt on the other side of the room, trying not to trip and pull it on. My pants soon after. I kick my underwear under the bed, not having time to put that on and get back on the bed. Mitchel already pulled on his clothes since I tossed them at him earlier,

"Pretend like we were messing around," he says and I can tell he thinks it's bs and I know it is but what choice do we have?

"What the hell?" I hear the door unlock and Clinton's voice flow through the room,

"Huh?" I say and start laughing and Mitchel laughs too,

"What the hell is going on in here?" He asks and I swallow my nerves,

"We were joking about the people next door to us when we were away," Mitchel says, "They fuck each other really loudly," he cackles and I just go along with it,

"Why are you joking about that bs at 2 in the morning?" He puts his hands on his hips and I open my mouth,

"Because it's funny and we couldn't sleep," I offer and Clinton doesn't buy it,

"So you're telling me that you're in Mitchel's bed at two am, joking about how loudly people fuck?" He clearly doesn't believe us and then he just shakes his head and walks back towards the door calling, "If you ask me, you two were fucking each other the way you were moaning each other's names," he says and starts mocking us, specifically me for whatever reason, "Oh, Mitchel, more," he moans and I feel my face go red with embarrassment, "Good night love birds," his voice is full of intuition and when he leaves Mitchel and I just sit there. I'm embarrassed as hell. He shifts and then takes off his clothes again. I just watch him,

"What are you doing?" I ask and he just lays down, naked,

"Getting comfortable," he says, looking at me,

"Should I -" I'm about to ask if I should leave but he pulls me down and presses his mouth to mine,

"No, stay here," he says and I'm flabbergasted that he knew what I was gonna say. That he's letting me stay at all. At that I don't argue and peel off my own clothes, trying to not care that his brother knows,

"He was going to figure it out eventually," he whispers and his fingers crawl up my arm, to my chest and then to my lips where he pulls my bottom one down, running his fingertip over it,

"Mitchel," I whisper and he just moves closer, sliding one of his legs between mine and putting a hand in my hair, kissing me. His tongue eventually finds my mouth and it's so wet and hot and full of raging lust I kiss him back with such desire I might die. Eventually I pull away for two reasons. I need to breathe and I'm ashamed that I have sex with Clinton's brother. It feels like a kind of betrayal. I don't realize I'm crying until I can hear him say my name and his thumb brushes across my cheek,

"Don't," he whispers, "It doesn't matter, I love you too much to not be with you," he says, "No matter the cost," and I think I've fallen in love all over again. I curl up into his chest, frustrated with myself for being weak but happy I feel comfortable showing this side of me with him. Eventually, we fall asleep.

The next night:

I take Mitchel with me for a drive downtown. He sits in the passenger seat with his glasses on and hood up. He's biting at his lip and I struggle to keep my eyes on the road. He's so fucking pretty he's all I wanna look at. I do keep my eyes on the road though. He eventually starts singing quietly,

"Sorry if I look a little lost, I just keep my head up in the clouds, yeah, yeah, yeah, give it to her however she wants," he sings, nodding his head and stopping,

"Why'd you stop?" I ask and he turns to me,

"I don't know my next line yet," he says and I'm a bit surprised,

"You wrote that?" I ask and he nods,

"Yeah I started that song two days ago," he says and I smile,

"It sounds great," I say and pull over at a liquor store. We unbuckle our seatbelts and head in for some snacks and drinks. I head over to the beer aisle, needing some after last nights events. I sigh and grab a bottle when someone is standing just behind me as I turn around, startling me,

"You're Christian Anthony," she says and I stall a moment, clutching my beer as though it's a weapon of some sort,

"I, yeah, that's me," I say and she comes closer and I can smell the weed off of her. It's like it's part of her skin,

"Listen closely," she warns and I feel sweat build on my palms, "Is Mitchel Cave with you?" She asks and warning bells are going off inside of me,

"No, he's off writing," I say and hope to God he doesn't come over right this moment,

"I think you're lying," she grins and presses a finger to my chest,

"Why would I lie?" I ask and she stops grinning,

"Dunno," she says and turns going a different direction. Well that was conclusive. I hurry off to find Mitchel,

"Mitty," I whisper and he turns, a drink and snack in his arms, "We needa leave, now," I say and he raises his eyebrow, about to ask why but I urge him. I tell him to get in the backseat of the car and I'll pay. He's about to question it when I push him and he just goes with my car keys and gets in the back as I check out. The lady comes back and is standing behind me. I'm about to leave with my things when she grabs my arm,

"I know you're lying," she smiles and shrug her off and go to the car, getting behind the wheel and locking the door. Double checking,

"What's going on?" I hear him ask and I just reverse and take off...