This Christmas (Mavi)

4

I watched Avi as he walked into the hall, not so discreetly checking him out. Hmm, the guy did have quite a nice ass, I wondered- I should really stop fantasizing about my band mates. I really should.

Minutes passed, and it felt like Avi took forever to get back. What the hell was he doing in there? Maybe I should get in there and check up on him and maybe- no. Clean thoughts.

After a while I got bored and searched for my phone. I scrolled through Instagram, noticing that almost all of the pictures were family shots. I felt tears beginning to sting my eyes again, but kept scrolling anyways. God, was I an emotional mess right now. Sexy bassdude was right, I really should't drink in the morning.

It was only till I got to a video of Scott playing with Landon that my silent tears turned into full-on sobs. You wouldn't understand how pathetic I felt at that moment, sitting on my couch, drunk, grossly sobbing at a stupid video, at eleven in the morning. And all of that just because of a stupid flight.

I heard the bathroom door close and desperately tried to pull myself together, with no succes. Avi sounded worried as he called out from the hallway and I heard his rapidly approaching footsteps before two hairy arms were around me, holding me tight.

"Shh, Mitch, it's okay, it's okay," he murmured against my neck, causing me to shiver.

"I know," I tried to say back, but my voice sounded more like a croak. For some reason my drunk self found that very funny and suddenly I was cracking up and crying at the same time, and I let out a hideous snort, only causing me to laugh harder.

Poor Avi who, probably thought I was dying or something leaned back to see my face. His beautiful green eyes met my brown ones and I fell silent mid-giggle. I wanted him to put his arms around me again and stop staring at me like that, but I was physically unable to tear my eyes away from his. All the different shades of green in his irises were mesmerizing and I was literally, as cliche as it sounded, lost in his eyes.

He lifted his hand slowly, tentatively, and cupped my cheek, brushing my tears away with his thumb. My breath hitched and I felt my heart starting to beat faster. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks and I finally looked away to hide my face from his curious eyes, but my face was turned back by his hand, which was still cupping my cheek.

"I have a plan," he whispered.

"Yeah?" At this point I couldn't form even one coherent thought. My mind was all over the place.

He took a deep breath, almost as if he was trying to bring up the courage to say whatever he wanted to say.

"Come spend Christmas with me and my family,"

Wait. What did he just say? Why the fuck wasn't my brain working?
I sat there, my mouth hanging open slightly, just wordlessly gaping at him and his lips as they moved, forming more words that never reached my brain.

I must had been staring at him for a minute when my brain started working again and I realized what an idiot I must look like to him.

I mumbled something that was supposed to be "What did you say" but came out more like "Waddusay?"
"What did you say?" Avi responded, dead serious.
I let out a short laugh and tried once more.

"Sorry, I didn't hear what you were saying before. Could you maybe repeat yourself?" I managed this time, relieved my mouth didn't fail me again.

Avi nodded, his expression changing to nervous again. He'd dropped his hand and was now twiddling his thumbs, this time being the one to not meet my eyes.

"Would you, ehm, like to spend this Christmas with my family? It's completely okay if you don't want to,I won't mind at all, I was just wondering..." he was rambling again.

Wait. Did he just seriously ask me if I wanted to spend this Christmas with his family?

"So... would you like to go with me?"

I was at a loss for words, which was quickly becoming second nature for me at this point. Tears were welling up in my eyes again and I didn't make any attempt to wipe them away. Could he really be that selfless? To offer up the only time away from the band he had and invite me anyways?

"Well?" Avi's voice was getting smaller.

"I..-" What should I say? I didn't want to take away his private time with his family, but he really looked like he wanted me to go with him.

"Are you sure? I don't want to bother you or your family and would they be okay with it and-"

Avi cut me off. "You could never bother me." He said, his voice free of doubt this time. My vision was completely blurry by now, this time not from sadness but from- what exactly? It wasn't like joy, it felt way bigger than that.

"Yes," I whispered, and I threw my arms around him again, almost knocking him off the couch.

"Yes?"

"Yes, I would love to come with you."

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A/N

Hi guys, long time no see oops. Idk what happened to daily updates, I just couldn't find any motivation the last few days. But I'm back, and this time with a slightly longer chapter! I was planning on ending it with a nice cliffhanger right after the first time Avi asked Mitch, but then I felt like I should give you a bit more than a short crappy chapter after these last few days of silence. Anyways, thanks for reading, and maybe vote/comment, I always appreciate your comments.
Bye!