I got out the Uber and began to walk to the boys' front door. For the first time, I wasn't excited to be here. Mitchel and I haven't spoke in three days. I gave him the benefit of the doubt since they were working on their album but three days with no type of communication was obnoxious. Also, the timing could not be worse. I couldn't help but feel used since this happened right after we slept together for the first time. I know Mitchel isn't that type of guy, or at least I hoped.
I remembered that they hardly ever locked the door, which I expressed my concern for many times. Mitchel called me uptight but who just leaves their front door unlocked almost every single time. They told me to just walk in so let's hope that that hasn't changed. I twisted the doorknob and walked in. It was a mess as always. A smile crept on my face at the feeling of nostalgia I got as I walked in. It wasn't a complete a wreck, just the random empty beer cans and clothes thrown here and there. I noticed Mitchel's burgundy sweatshirt laying on the couch and remembered the sleeping in it the night we slept together. A warm feeling filled my chest.
"Is anyone home?" I yelled.
I closed the door behind me and took my phone from my back pocket. I called Christian to see where he was. In about three rings, I heard his Australian accent yell something in my ear.
"Can you stop touching me?"
"Hey Christian?" I laughed.
"Oi Shawn, how are you? Motherfucker stop!"
Poor Christian. He could never catch a break with the guys. Either they were teasing him about Alexa or just purely annoying the shit out of him. But to be fair, Christian can be very annoying as well. Honestly, we're all annoying but what are friends supposed to be.
"I've been better honestly. Where are you guys?" I asked, ignoring his yelling.
"We ran out to get food. Mitchel should be there though. Jesse and Clinton stop poking me!"
I laughed at how much my theory of 'momma Christian' was coming true. When he's yelling at the boys, it is very much like a frustrated mom yelling at her kids. I could hear the other boys mocking him in the background causing me roll my eyes in amusement.
"That's good to know. Talk to you later momma Christian." I said before hanging up.
I made my way up the stairs and to Mitchel's room. My stomach was in knots as I passed the familiar hallway decor and stood in front of his door. I had half a mind to knock but the other part of me basically said fuck it. Guess which one I followed. I opened his door and found something that I really did not want to see. I stopped dead in my tracks, hand still gripping the gold painted doorknob.
"Who are you?" we said simultaneously.
There was a blonde woman sitting on the edge of his bed. I stared, dumbfounded, at the pure existence of her. She wore light denim jeans with a white lacy shirt and black booties. And she was sitting on his bed. Who the fuck was this chick?
"I asked first." she said, crossing her arms.
"I don't give a fuck." I snapped.
She stood up from the bed and began to walk towards me. How much do I want to bet that she was a Instagram model. I was never the one to stereotype people but it was either sly thoughts or my fist going to her face. We were almost face to face until I heard a recognizable voice call out my name. I looked over to his bathroom where he was standing there, obviously just getting out the shower. His hair was wet and he only wore a towel. Was he going to come out with just her here? I laughed in disbelief and disappointment and dashed out his sight. I ran down the stairs but of course I ran into an entire group of people. The whole group was there, including Alex and Alexa. I first made eye contact with Alex and she immediately knew something was wrong. She walked pass Clinton and stood in front of me.
