for better or for worse // mitchel cave (completed)

part IV

the mood following that was slightly discouraged to say the least. christian managed to make us double over in laughter and i tried to get mitchel out of my head. why did he reject jessie and why was he acting so dubious about clinton and i?

i had this outlandish feeling he thought i was going to hurt clinton or something. but i'm almost definite clinton just wants to mess around. i wasn't sure precisely how popular their band was, but it's virtually impossible relationships with band members ever went well.

christian chalked it up to one too many drinks. "i mean usually he doesn't act like this drunk but he did drink a lot and i don't think he was in the best mood to begin with. so let's find jaylen and go back to the house."

i snapped him an annoyed look. "yes, let's find jessie and go back to the house," i corrected him, making clinton hold back a laugh. "come on laralyn, you know i'm just fucking with you." he dismissed it with a wave of his hand, but i'm pretty sure his appeal in actually knowing her name was dim.

after not being able to find jessie positively anywhere in the club, we eventually agreed to just have me shoot her a text and then the rest of us can all go and hang out.

i felt faintly careless but hanging out couldn't be so bad? i wasn't planning on having sex with clinton right now anyway, and if that's what he reasons is going down, he has the wrong idea.

the uber back was pretty amusing, and i only hoped mitchel went anywhere but back to their house as the mood was too good-hearted to be ruined by some overprotective brat.

i ultimately let his unearthly temper tantrum go as we retreated from the uber and approached a beautiful house. it was very in style with windows, lots of open space, and 2 spacious floors.

i was certainly jealous and couldn't even fathom getting to live here with my best friends. this band appears to be pretty legit, and not just like one of those unusual ones that plays at middle school talent shows or something.

i was extraordinarily curious about their fanbase and decided a quick google search couldn't possibly upset anybody. after seeing all the fan accounts for them, i registered a good quantity of girls would probably kill to be in this position right now.

as i'm thinking this, christian grabs my phone. "get offfffff your phone!" he moans in exasperation. "what are you even doing on here? wa-lara tell me you are not searching up chase atlantic fanpages." he sniggers in shock and delight, which proceeded in me jumping up from the couch and snatching my phone.

"i just searched y'all up to see if you were legit and not rapists." i tried to absolve myself but clinton and him were practically rolling on the floor and calling me a fan girl.

i wanted to hit them. clinton sat back on the couch and sensed i seemed a little pissed at their reply, so he gave me a heartwarming kiss on the cheek. "it's okay love. even if you were a fan girl, i think i'd still be obsessed with you."

i cast my gaze at him and grinned, thinking of how unquestionably sweet he was. christian made some meager gagging noises in the background. "the only reason i didn't bring a model back here to fuck was to have a fun time with you all, but now you're just acting mushy and weird." he complained.

he eventually left the room after making two or three quiet observations about "clinton being a cockblock without even knowing it" and then receded to his room. i cracked up with laughter and turned around to clinton.

"seems like you're appreciated around here." i retorted, poking his side. he twirled a piece of my hair around his finger and bent in, a twinkle in his eye.

"well i certainly appreciate you around here. you should hang out with me more often. maybe even without the nuisance that is christian anthony." he suggested, a rough yet frisky tone hinting in his voice.

i flushed a bit, not sure how to respond. "sounds good." i mumbled, not able to utter much as clinton swiftly cut me off with a kiss to the lips that was remarkably more severe than the one in the club.

what in the hell was i getting myself into?

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