After the concert, we all went back to the boys' house. Everyone decided to have a drink or two and ended up talking about the strangest shit in the living room. Mitchel and I slipped away to his room while everyone was arguing about something I wasn't paying attention to. Ever since the concert, my mind was stuck on Mitchel, along with my eyes. The presence that he had on stage consumed me. He was so aggressive and to say the least, I liked it quite a bit.
My hand was in his as we walked up the stairs into his dark room. The only light that seeped in was from the balcony window. I couldn't see anything but his black outline leading me to the bed. He sat on the bed, patting the spot next to him. I had a few drinks so I was a little unstable, but not to the point where I couldn't control myself. I climbed on the bed, sitting on the other side of him. I laid my head on his shoulder as he took another sip of his beer.
"Hey Mitchel?"
"Yeah."
"I know really nothing about you." I said honestly.
"What do you want to know?"
He ran his hand through his long hairs and brushed it out of his face. There was no point to his actions though as it fell right back to the same position.
"What made you start playing music?" I asked calmly.
I closed my eyes as my head rested on his shoulder. I wanted to just listen to his voice. Being in his presence was so calming. One would think that I would be nervous to be in a bed with a guy would make my nerves be on edge, but I never felt more at peace. I inhaled the scent of his tshirt. My legs were curled up and rested on his thigh.
"I like the idea of expressing myself in a form of art. Music is something that can give an escape for some people and if I can give just one person that then its worth it. Plus I think I'm more expressive on a stage or on paper than I am in person." he answered honestly.
I rubbed his chest, smiling at his response.
"By the way I like both. I like the aggressive and the sweet you. You're hot both ways."
I replied in a whisper, the alcohol and the calm atmosphere making me drowsy. My eyes were still closed so I couldn't see his face. I heard a clink on the side of me then Mitchel moving under me. My body felt so heavy but I managed to lift myself up.
"Go to sleep angel."
Mitchel was standing next to the bed. I looked up at his dark figure in hope that he would come lay next to me. I knew the instant my head hit the pillow I was going to fall asleep but I wanted his presence near me. I laid on the bed, the cover randomly thrown over my body. He walked over to his dresser for second time today and began to strip off his shirt. The moonlight illuminated his pale skin. I stared at his back and how his hair rested upon it. In my dazed train of thought, he changed out his black patch work jeans and into some sweatpants. He walked back over to the bed and jumped in the bed, immediately wrapping my body in his arms. We were chest to chest. My eyes concentrated on his face, his lips, his eyes, his nose. Each one the epitome of beauty. Even his flaws were beautiful.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer."
"You just had to ruin this moment." I laughed.
"I'm sorry." he said, peppering kisses on my face and neck.
"Stop being rude. I am trying to sleep." I joked.
"Stop being hot."
"Mitchel shut up. I probably look like a dead horse right now." I laughed.
He shushed me.
"I think you're beautiful." he said, finally placing a kiss on my lips.
I laughed at his the feeling of his hair on my shoulder. It was such a faint touch that it tickled.
