on friday nights (and most following weekends) mitchel spent most of his time at home with his brother, smoking, chatting shit and playing video games. while most of the other kids from his class would be cranking out thousand word papers or desperately trying to catch up on their reading before the weekend, mitchel reclined in his dads hand me down la-z-boy with a joint between his fingers and company that he cherished. even though he knew to everyone else he was considered a bum, mitchel thought of himself as very lucky. he didn't care much for other people's opinions of him anyway, feeling a solid sense of accomplishment from the life he had built for himself. he was a high school graduate with the grades to go straight on to a very prestigious university if he had wanted to, a job he loved and a family who loved him endlessly. from mitchel's stand point, he had everything he could ever ask for. his heart was as full as he imagined it could ever be.
that was, of course, until he met christian.
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mitchel was in a desperate hurry to get to work, having misplaced his keys the night before, and was practically sprinting down the street when, right as he was turning a corner, before he could even process what was happening, he was laying on his back on the pavement. for a few moments he simply lay there with his eyes closed, kind of thankful for being given a moment to catch his breath, before he realised his entire torso was rather wet. he reached up to pull his hair from over his face, which rather hurt to do, and as he did he heard a frantic voice from above him.
"oh thank god, i thought i'd knocked you out."
mitchel chuckled at the pure panic in the persons voice before opening his eyes and seeing a boy around his age crouched beside him. "are you okay? i'm so sorry." the blonde apologised as he reached over and pulled the rest of mitchel's long hair to the side.
"uh..." mitchel used his new found vision to assess the situation. he was covered in coffee and his right shoulder hurt pretty bad, but he was in one piece. "everything's still where it should be." the dark haired boy shot a smile up to the stranger, who then proceeded to sit mitchel up, tucking his head under mitchel's good arm and placing his own arm around mitchel's waist, helping him to his feet.
"if you had let me know you were in a rush i would've bought water." the husky voice joked from beside mitchel, pointing to the large and definitely permanent coffee stain seeping into his white t-shirt.
mitchel chuckled as the stranger slowly lessened his grip from his waist, moving his hand to mitchel's hip as mitchel's moved to the blonde's shoulder, clearly neither of them trusting him to be able to stand on his own just yet.
mitchel raised his gaze to the strangers face and smiled, only to be met with pure sunshine shining back at him.
"i'm christian by the way."
"mitchel. mind carrying me to work?"
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"will you pass the god damn blunt man, jesus!" clinton interrupted christian mid sentence, causing the younger boy to burst out laughing, rolling around the couch clutching his stomach. clinton soon began laughing himself, deciding it would be better for everyone if he just stood up and grabbed the blunt from christian's hand as he writhed around the sofa. mitchel watched fondly from his place on the floor, feeling so lucky to be laughing with the people he loved.
christian had been coming around a lot in the last 6 months since he and mitchel had met. it started with the two boys meeting up for lunch once or twice a week, then quickly turned into movie nights in christian's dorm followed by full weekend sleepovers at mitchel and clinton's apartment. and now christian had a key.
