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

part XIV

* 24 hours earlier, clinton's pov *

my hand was shaking as i gaped down at the brightly lit screen of my iphone. it was a common rule, really. none of us had ever broken it. until now. "mitchel!" i yelled, trying to summon him out of his room.

i waited a few moments before i heard a groan escape his mouth and his footsteps leading down the stairs. "what could you possibly want clint?" he asked moodily.

i looked up to the ceiling in a faux nonchalant way, my fingers tapping against the arm rest of the couch i was situated on. "how has lara been?" i smoothly asked.

he shrugged his shoulders, seemingly annoyed that this was what i wanted to know. "shit, i don't know. i'm not her babysitter." he spat. i nodded my head slowly.

"you're right. you're not her babysitter. but you are the guy that was taking her on dates." i replied calmly. he froze for a second, shocked. yep. he was caught.

he shook his head quickly though. "why do you think i would want to do that clinton? she's your punching bag, remember?" he shot back. i winced at his comment.

i really had felt like shit for doing that to lara. "well, this might explain it little brother." i changed the subject, turning my phone around and showing a picture of mitchel and lara at a restaurant, a fan in between them.

he looked down and cursed under his breath. "where'd you even get that photo?" he questioned. i shrugged. "fan accounts love your mystery girl mitchel."

he rolled his eyes. "she's not my girl clinton. i just wanted to make sure she was doing alright after everything." i choked back a sardonic laugh. "and so now you suddenly care how she's doing after 'hating' her for a month?"

he was about to say something but his face turned angry and exhaled. "you know what clint, you want the truth?" i nodded my head. let's see where this goes.

"well, the truth is i have wanted laralyn since the first time i set eyes on her. i adore her. she's wonderful and deserved far better than the drunken abusive pig that you are. and i'm sorry i wanted to take her on a date. i'm sorry that i wanted to treat her the way you never did. i'm sorry i want to show her we aren't all bad." he breathed out.

i couldn't believe what i was hearing. i had expected it but never imagined it to actually come out of his mouth. "mitchel it's a rule. we don't mess with girls that someone else in the band messed with previously." i reminded him.

"you know what? fuck your rule. laralyn is bigger than some stupid rule. she became bigger than our dumbass rule when you tried to molest her. just because you know you fucked up your chance with the woman of a lifetime, doesn't mean you can ruin my shot at happiness, alright?"

i gripped onto the fabric of the arm cushion, not wanting to get angry. i really had to work on that. "so what, she likes you back? you think she isn't just messing with you to spite me? to make me feel jealous? you think she honestly wants you?" i chuckled.

"oh little brother, you have lessons to learn. laralyn does deserve better than us and she knows it. she doesn't actually want you and i can't believe you're too stupid to see it. just cause christian thinks she's the coolest girl in the world doesn't mean you have to fall in love with her." i continued, trying not to laugh.

his face faltered for a moment at my words before he replaced his expression with anger. "you're a shitty guy," he murmured, pacing around the room. "she does want me. i won't go into detail for your sake but i know she does." he shot back.

i shrugged my shoulders. "believe what you want, but don't come crying back to me when she dumps your ass."

he laughed and shook his head. "okay clinton. well now you know how i feel about laralyn. whether you like it or not, i want to make my relationship with lara official. the only way that's gonna happen is if you two meet and you apologize. you may not like it, but will you please just do it for me?" he questioned, rushing his words out of his mouth.

i was taken aback. i hadn't thought i would ever see her again and the prospect of making amends for how terrible i was really appealed to me. but i knew mitch and her would get together if i did.

"why should i do this for you? you haven't done anything for me." i uttered. he clenched his jaw in frustration. "you selfish son of a bitch, do it for her! give the girl some closure. it's the least you can do." he snarled.

i knew he was right and there was nothing left for me to fight about. i nodded my head. "fine. when and where?"

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okay this was my first time writing in clint's pov and i hope i did okay?? i honestly love writing as him a lot more than i expected soooo like maybe we'll see more of that in the future. how are y'all feeling about all of this so far?? leave a comment and vote please!!