"Mitchel! Give me the phone!" I yelled from the back seat.
"Nope. If I hear Anchor Tattoo one more time, I'm kicking you out." he joked.
"But it's so good. And it's really cute."
I reached my arms over the passenger seat and tried to grab my phone from him. It didn't work to say the least because he ended up dropping my phone in his lap and grabbing my arms. I poked my head around the headrest and saw a smirk growing on his face. He turned his head towards mine, a piece of his hair brushing against my face. I couldn't move back since he had a hold on both of my arms.
"Yes it's amazing but I don't want to hear it five times in a row."
"That's not fair! I don't stop your music when you play songs in a row!"
"Yesterday you put the tv on mute and hid the remote!"
"That was one time!"
"What about the time you locked the back door because I kept playing Drake? Everyone loves Drake!"
"Not when you listen to him for three hours!"
We were now arguing back and forth about our previous experiences with our music taste. We both did the thing where when we liked a song or an album we would play on repeat until we got sick of it. It also didn't help that we had different taste in music, some times we would over lap but very rarely. He listened to mainly hip-hop, underground artists, and a lot of Australian bands. I loved supporting underground artists and most of the time their music was incredible. It was the rap music that we didn't agree on. I had to be in a certain mood to listen to rap but he was the complete opposite. I could listen to alternative, pop, and pop-punk all day. So it was very often that we 'argued' over who gets to play the music in cars or in the background.
Although, Mitchel and I were broken up, we still spent a lot of time together well as much as we could with his busy schedule. I was really happy there wasn't a drastic change in our relationship. The only thing that changed was that we weren't having sex, kissing, and cuddling. Mitchel would still flirt with me and I would get 'annoyed' but secretly I was very pleased.
We were currently on our way back from the beach and everyone was exhausted and asleep, except for me, Mitchel, and Clinton who was driving back. This was the first time we all hung out in about a week and everyone was excited. We all pitched in and rented a van that we could all fit in. Christian and Alexa were in the third row, Alex and I were in the second, and the brothers were in the front. Christian was playing the music until he fell asleep on Alexa's lap so I took the liberty to take control of the aux. At first, I played music we all liked but Alex and I got the bright idea to play some of the guys' older songs. And now we are here.
"Yo old married couple stop yelling!" Christian yelled, still obviously half asleep.
"Well tell Mitchel to give me my phone!"
All I heard was groan coming from behind me then a quiet snore began again. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the brunette. He was currently on my phone, scrolling through my Twitter.
"What are you doing?" I asked, kind of worried.
"Nothing."
He kept the phone low so I wouldn't be able to reach it and began to type something. I couldn't see over his shoulder which only made the worry grow. I began to flail my arms in protest.
"Mitchel Cave. Don't post anything stupid!" I whined.
I soon got tired and rested my head on his shoulder. After a few seconds, he lifted my phone in front of me and let me read what he wrote.
@MitchelCave has better music taste than me....he also has the best dick in the world ;)
"Mitchel!"
"Don't worry I didn't tweet it."
I let out a sigh of relief.
"Yet." he added.
I watched as his finger tapped the tweet button. I could feel all the color drain from my face. I wasn't a snob with my twitter and it definitely wasn't clean but it was just the fact that this was something coming from my account.
"You can get your phone back if I can control the music." he smirked.
"Fine bitch!"
He finally released my arms and gave me back my phone. I quickly found the tweet on my page and surprisingly it had quite a few likes and retweets. I switched my attention from my phone to the music playing and rolled my eyes in astonishment.
"You're not deleting it?" Mitchel asked.
"How do you even know that I didn't?"
"I'm refreshing your page."
"You're so fucking creepy." I laughed.
"And I'm not deleting it because you got half of it right."
I leaned forward again and wrapped my arms around him. I brought my lips close to his ear and could his body tense up a tiny bit.
"I guess your music taste is a little bit better."
He made an 'o' shape with his mouth and said something I couldn't understand. I unwrapped myself from him and sat back in my chair. I had a satisfied smile on my face as I scrolled through my Instagram feed. I forgot that there were other people in the car but that happens a lot when I'm around Mitchel. A barrier goes up that makes him the only person in a room.
The rest of the ride was quiet since I fell asleep soon after the twitter thing. I felt my body become lighter as a warm sensation wrapped around my arms and legs. I could tell that I was in someone's arms; I knew it had to be Mitchel's. I blinked a couple of times to make my vision clearer and saw his bare chest and chiseled jaw. On first glance, he looked so frail but he was so much stronger than he looked. I've seen him and Clinton fighting on more than one occasion and Mitchel came on top almost every time. I wasn't a small girl so I always argued when he tried to pick me up or carry me but I was too tired to protest. Also I missed being wrapped in his arms. They made me feel safe and so content.
"Want to sleep with me tonight?" he asked.
I simply gave a nod against his chest and he continued to carry me up to his room. He bumped the door open with his knee and walked towards the bed. I was only wearing my bikini and one of his shirts that I stole a couple of weeks ago so I was already ready for bed. He placed me on top of his comforter and walked away, leaving me to get comfortable. I watched him grab a pair of shorts from his dresser and walk into the bathroom. He didn't bother turning on the light so the room was completely dark. I slowly closed my eyes after hearing him walk out the bathroom and to the other side of the bed. I felt the mattress shift as he got in. Despite him being in bed with me, there was still a empty spot next to me. I knew this was going against against what I said to him previously but I wanted him close to me.
"Mitchel?"
He hummed a response.
"Hold me."
He scooted closer to me and wrapped one of his arms around me under the comforter. I wished I was strong enough to distance myself completely until I felt that we were ready to get back together but I wasn't. I would never be. I couldn't even last a week without him. Maybe I made a mistake.
"Always."
He said this against my neck and sent shivers down my spine. I moved my hand over his and laced our fingers. He may have this alter ego on stage but Mitchel was the sweetest and most caring guy that I have ever known. I fell asleep, questioning our break up but also reveling in the pure joy I felt just being with Mitchel.
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