Gravity | MITCHEL CAVE

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Great. That's great. Good job, K. How the fuck did you end up here?! How do you accidentally end up backstage at a concert you had no intention of going to? Fuck.

One - Kennadee

Okay yeah, I should've listened to Marissa- so what? I don't need her to get around- I'm a grown ass woman, I do what I want. Maybe if I just- oh fuck me.

PSA- No one wants to see you and your boy sucking face in public. It's not cute, okay?

Okay, yeah. I went the wrong way and I shouldn't be back here but still! Ack! Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear I studied the sight in front of me; a shorter girl, dark hair, sharp claw-like nails in a tall boys hair. He was kinda lanky, a few tattoos here and there. They were noisy, sloppy and lustful, smelling like cheap beer and shitty wine. One, if not both, of them were completely shitfaced.
I haven't even noticed I had been staring until the dark haired boy looked at me with drunken eyes that were smeared with red makeup. "Who the fuck are you?" he slurred with a smirk. The girl looked at me with chocolate brown eyes and back to tall, spiky haired boy. "Babe, calm down. She's probably just some press girl. Let's go back to the bus." Her hands dropped from his hair to his chest and finally to his hand as they walked off. "What's your name again?" He asked her". I continued away from the drunk couple- Chrissa and Spiky Boy- catching a glimpse of myself in the reflections off the buses. Dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, black jeans and a white shirt paired with a red flannel and converse- a typical outfit for me.
"Hey! Cmon!" a voice called out in the bus lot. I noticed a lanky boy, braids fell around his face. The horseshoe in his nose fit his face perfect with beautiful hazel eyes and a perfectly chiseled jaw-... "You're doing photography, right? We're waiting for you!" He's Australian. Oh man.

Fuck accents, man. That's hot. Fuck.

"Let's go!" he shouted again, waving me over. I didn't have a camera-except my phone- and I didn't have a pass. "Hurry up, Mitchel!" another voice called and he gave me an exasperated look. Fuck. I started with a light jog until I met up with him- Mitchel.
"Uh, I'm not-" I started, cut off by another exasperated sigh. I whipped my head around to see a taller, more built boy, a bun in his hair. How the fuck was he in sweatpants and a long sleeves? I was dying in this and he was perfectly fine in that?
The bun boy pursed his lips at me. "What? Where's your shit? Listen, Mitty, who is she?" Mitchel looked back at me with a swing of his braids. "She's the one Ryan talked about! The hair with the weird looking eyebrows? That's her!" Weird eyebrows? I think the fuck not.
"Uh-...I got mugged this morning?" I offered in more of a questioning tone now that the two Aussies had convinced themselves I was a photographer from whoever Ryan was.

          Could this day get any worse?          Okay, please, d on't answer that one

Now standing in a press pit- with no idea how I got here- I found myself staring up at the braided boy again. Mitchel fit him well, though the name bun boy used for him had fit so much better. Mitty was much more relaxed, easygoing, and kind. Not to mention I loved the sound of it.
Watching him preform was like a dream- the way he conducted a stage and a crowd, how he included even those in the front and back. I also noticed how thin his lips were, though I didn't mind. They were cute.
"Like what you see?" Some girl chuckled from beside me. I nodded hesitantly. "Mitchels been looking. at you since Into It. Good luck with him, you've certainly caught his eye."