"Anthony, hurry up we're gonna be late!""I told you not to call me that you dumbass," Christian replied, running down the driveway.
"It's catchy, just get in the fucking car before Clinton starts complaining." Mitchel chuckled moving over so Christian could sit down. Stepping in the car Mitchel could feel his knee rub against Christian's and he couldn't stop the sickening sensation that filled his stomach. Christian looked over at Mitchel tugging on his long black gedi braids. His heart fluttered as he instantly slaped Christian's hand away.
"Why do you always fucking do that," a small laugh escaped his chapped lips.
"Cause I find it cute, you always get so mad Mitty" christian pulled his braids once again, flashing him an award winning smile.
"You're a fucking idiot, you know that right?"
"You're just saying that cause you're jealous that I'm hotter than you." Christian winked in response.
"Pfftt, you wish. We all know you're the jealous one. I mean, my dick is bigger than yours."
Christian choked.
"HAHAHAHA, yeah okay, keep telling yourself that Little Mitty.""Can you both shut the fuck up about your dick sizes, we all know mines the biggest." Clinton interrupted. Christian and Mitchel burst out laughing the rest of the car ride.
Pulling up to the venue the boys were feeling keen, all the fans were lined up outside yelling the lyrics to Okay. After signing about 50 autographs they headed inside to get ready for opening, the stage was huge. As soon as the sound check started, Mitchel began jumping around like crazy; getting the crowd warmed up for the main act was his favorite part about performing. He began to make his way off stage when he tripped, bracing himself for impact he waited for the drop, instead he felt two firm hands grip his slim waist. Instantly he could tell they were Christian's. They sent shivers up his back. "You okay there Mitty?, you almost stacked it."Christian's laugh vibrated through his ear, giving him goosebumps. He instantly jump up.
"Yeah, yeah I'm all good, thanks man just got a little too excited haha."
He laughed trying to stop the visible crack in his boice. Christian tugged at his braids again.
"Alright I gotta get changed, Jesse needs help with the speakers, I'll be back in five."
Mitty's cheeks were red and he couldn't help but feel flustered. Everytime he pulled on his braids it gave him little butterflies in his stomach. Knocked from his impure thoughts, Jesse called me over. They had twenty more shows on the tour and they were determined to make the most of them.
After the show they followed their usual tradition of going clubbing. Walking in the strong scent of alcohol infused their nostrils. Wondering over to the bar Mitchel asked for three shots of vodka, the lighting reflected neon colours causing his head to feel slightly buzzed. He carried the shots to a table in search of the boys, turns out Clinton had wondered off to chat up some Blondie, while Christian was nowhere in sight. Taking his shot as well as Clinton's because he obviously didn't need it, he set out in search of Christian. After about five minutes of squeezing in between people, he saw him standing in a corner with his phone to his ear. Walking over, Christian had finished the call and was putting his phone away.
"Hey Mitty listen I've gotta go see a friend, I'll meet you back at the hotel okay?"
"Dude we just got here and Clinton has legit already ditched me"
"Yeah I know man I'm sorry, it's important I promise I'll make it up to you."
Christian tugged on his tangled braids, Mitchel's heart did a mini flip as he nodded his head softly.
"I wouldn't leave unless I had too, just please don't do anything stupid okay?"
"Okay Anthony I'll try not too."
"That's my boy" he rubed his thumb against his cheek and walked away.
After Christian left Mitchel didn't feel like partying so he decided to find Clinton and tell him he was heading back to the hotel. When he found him, he saw him he was making out with the Blondie from before, so he sent him a quick text and headed home.
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"Anthony, Not My Braids"
Fanfiction"Anthony, hurry up we're gonna be late!" "I told you not to call me that you dumbass," Christian replies, running down the driveway. He looks over at me and tugs on my gedi braids. My heart flutters and I instantly slap his hand away. "Why do you al...