Manthony ✨

Hey, Baby

~HEY, BABY~

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

Short chapter, I was out of ideas :')

~Christian~

"How are we doing tonight Rio?" Mitchel's voice smoothly travels through the microphone, reaching the crowd and everyone screams. I smile at his intro as I wait backstage for him to start I Never Existed. When everyone is all hyped up and ready, purple lights flood through the steam that goes off, "Hope you're ready for this one," he says before he stands up and his silhouette is dark, the purple and the smoke around him making everything that much cooler. He stands on the tallest platform and raises the mic to his mouth,

"Yuh, y'know I love it when you say that it's all for me," he starts, using his lower register for the start, making the crowd screech. I smile and let him continue singing until his silhouette is no longer dark and you can see his face now. He looks at me real quick and winks as he continues singing, the screams deafening. When it's my turn I go under the stage and stand on the platform that'll rise up. I keep my hands tight on my guitar. I take a deep breath before I start to rise up and listen to Mitchel finish the chorus. When I come into view the crowd goes wild and I start my verse with the guitar as an extra touch,

"Yeah, I hope you're ready to be taking the fall for me," I sing and add the guitar at the right moments. It's gonna be a great night.

The show goes great and I'm exhausted by the end of it,

"Thanks for hanging out!" Mitty shouts and picks up the shirt he ditched sometime during the performance, "I'm starving," he groans and pulls the shirt over his head and puts his arms through the sleeves,

"Same," Clinton says and we all get everything cleaned up and go to hop in a taxi. Mitchel puts a hoodie over him with the hood up as he walks outside. He probably doesn't want to deal with paparazzi tonight. I don't either but someone needs to feed their never ending mission. Once in the taxi we give the driver directions to some fast food and relax. I see Mitchel biting his nails and put my hand on his thigh,

"What's wrong, baby?" I ask and he gives me a small smile,

"Just tired," he says and puts his head on my shoulder. I know when he's lying but I'm not going to push for answers right now. It's my plan to eat and go to sleep.

Once we're back at the hotel, Clinton decides to stay since he can tell we're too tired to get involved in any shenanigans with each other. We all take showers and hop in bed. Mitty comes closer and lays his head on my upper arm,

"Hey, baby," I whisper and he tilts his head and kisses my arm,

"Hi," he whispers, warm breath on my skin,

"I love you," I whisper and he gives me a loving kiss on the lips and that's when I realize it's the first time we kissed today since we were so busy. He pulls away and even though I want more, I let him fall asleep in my arms. Not soon after, I'm falling into my subconscious.